One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

At the first spot, a deafening roar of gasps erupted from the stands.

"Awesome!!!"

"Holy crap! That's so damn cool!"

"That's a true master! That's a real master!"

"What's that Taoist priest's name? Zhang Chu? I'm a fan now! I'm going to buy all his merchandise right now!"

Those Zhuge Qing fans who were originally hostile to Zhang Taichu were now waving their glow sticks more enthusiastically than anyone else.

no way.

Ultimately, strength reigns supreme.

The skill with which he slapped her and the effortless way he saved her—even a blind person could see the sheer power in that gesture.

Many female fans were even wiping away tears while shouting:

"Even though he hit my Ah Qing... that disdainful look in his eyes was so domineering!"

"Yeah, yeah! Especially the way he throws people, that's so manly!"

In the center of the arena.

Zhuge Qing, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, finally moved.

He gritted his teeth, bracing himself on the ground with his hands, and with each exertion, his bones ached in protest.

But he still stood up.

It swayed precariously, yet remained remarkably steadfast.

His expensive bespoke suit was now just tattered rags, and his face was covered in mud and blood; he looked utterly wretched.

Zhuge Qing raised his head and looked at the figure that was almost at the entrance of the passage.

then.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes.

This proud and arrogant successor of the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, this genius who has never bowed his head since childhood.

He bent over deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance, Daoist Master!"

Zhuge Qing's voice was not loud, and was even a little hoarse.

Passageway entrance.

Zhang Taichu didn't even pause for a moment.

He simply raised his hand above his head and waved it with his back to Zhuge Qing.

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense."

"It's not Chinese New Year yet, so even if I kowtow, I won't receive any red envelopes."

"I'm gone."

After saying that, he tugged at his slightly askew straw hat, and the sound of his muttering carried on the wind:

"This lousy match is so drawn out."

"If we don't go to the cafeteria soon, all the braised pork will be snatched up by those starving ghosts."

……

A corner of the stands.

This place is secluded, and with a huge pillar blocking the view, it's a perfect spot for slacking off.

A young Taoist priest, dressed in a Wudang Taoist robe, with long hair and dark circles under his eyes that looked like he had been punched twice, was huddled in a chair.

He was holding an enamel thermos, the kind that only elderly people use, filled with goji berries and jujubes.

Wang Ye.

At this moment.

The thermos in the hand of this highly accomplished disciple of Wudang Mountain was trembling slightly, and the goji berries inside were swaying with the ripples of water.

pat.

The cup lid wasn't held properly and fell to the ground, rolling a long way.

But Wang didn't care at all.

He was huddled inside the large Taoist robe, his dead fish eyes fixed on the direction where Zhang Taichu had disappeared, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"Goodness..."

"What kind of deity has descended to earth?"

Wang Ye swallowed hard, his voice filled with barely concealed terror.

The spectators nearby were still enthusiastically discussing the exciting duel that had just taken place.

"Hey buddy, did you understand that move just now? How could that slap break Zhuge Qing's ultimate move?"

"I think this is simply a matter of overwhelming force! Might makes right!"

Listening to the uninformed comments around him, Wang Ye couldn't help but roll his eyes and mutter to himself:

"Force can overcome skill? Bullshit!"

"That's a complete dimensional reduction attack!"

Others are just watching the spectacle, enjoying the power of that slap.

But Wang Ye understood the intricacies of the matter.

As the inheritor of Feng Hou Qi Men, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, he is more sensitive to the situation in the world than anyone else.

Zhuge Qing's Black Glazed Tile attack just now, although it was a desperate move, was a sure-kill strike that triggered the rules of heaven and earth.

In that situation, even if the Celestial Master were to intervene, he would have to either use the Golden Light Mantra to withstand the attack or engage in a direct confrontation with lightning magic.

But what about Zhang Taichu?

"There is no Qi... there is absolutely no fluctuation of Qi."

Wang Ye grabbed his thermos and gulped down a mouthful of hot water to calm his nerves, scalding his tongue.

He just walked in like that.

"It's as if... that Qimen formation never existed at all."

"No, that's not right."

Wang Ye squinted, recalling the feeling from that brief moment, and goosebumps rose all over his body:

"It doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"The moment he went in, the rules there... changed."

"If he says it's okay there, then it's okay there."

"If he says the fire must go out, then the fire must go out."

"What the hell is this warlock?"

Wang Ye shrank his neck, turned up his collar, and covered half of his face:

"This is a monster whose words become law!"

Wang Ye felt a wave of fear when he recalled how he had risked his life to tell this person's fortune just two days ago, and how he almost suffered a backlash that made him vomit blood.

"Thank goodness..."

He patted his chest, muttering to himself with a look of relief:

"Fortunately, I am a low-key person, and this visit is just a formality."

"If we get eliminated, we'll hurry back to Wudang Mountain."

"The waters of Longhu Mountain are too deep, especially with this giant crocodile that appeared out of nowhere. Let whoever wants to mess with it do so; I'm not going to serve it."

Wang Ye muttered to himself as he started calculating his return ticket in his mind.

"Okay, buy tickets for tonight."

"A hard seat is fine, a standing ticket is okay too, as long as I can get away from this monster..."

Just then.

Above the training ground, the huge electronic speaker suddenly emitted a piercing electrical sound.

Nourishes—

Immediately afterwards, the referee's passionate voice resounded through the sky.

"Now, let's begin the final round of the Group B competition!"

"Please look at the big screen!"

The giant LED screen began to scroll rapidly.

Countless names have turned into fleeting shadows.

Wang Ye glanced up, looking completely nonchalant.

"Let it spin, it's none of my business anyway."

"I'd better get a really strong character so I can just lose and be done with it..."

Ding!

A crisp notification sound.

The name on the screen froze.

The two large characters on the left, gleaming with golden light, seemed to carry some indescribable pressure—

[Zhang Chu]

The name on the right, in Wang Ye's eyes, instantly transformed into a blood-red death sentence—

【Wang Ye】

puff--!!!

The goji berry water that Wang Ye had just drunk turned into a high-pressure water jet and sprayed onto the bald back of the head of the man in front of him.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

Wang was choked so badly that tears streamed down his face, and he almost fell over, chair and all.

He didn't even bother wiping his mouth; he stared intently at the screen, his eyes wide, as if he wanted to tear those two words off and eat them.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"This must be an illusion! It's a trick!"

Wang rubbed his eyes hard and looked again.

Nothing has changed.

It's still those two words.

Zhang Chu VS Wang Ye.

Moreover, the VS in the middle of those two names, in Wang Ye's eyes, looked exactly like a grinning skull.

"It's over..."

Wang Ye's body went limp, and he collapsed onto the chair like a lump of mud.

The thermos in my hand clattered to the ground and rolled to the feet of the man in front of me.

"Oh my god..."

Wang Ye's eyes were lifeless as he looked at the azure sky, feeling as if the whole world had turned gray.

"This isn't a lottery..."

"This is clearly a death warrant sent by the King of Hell!"

The man in front, who had been sprayed with water, turned around angrily:

"What are you doing! Can't you watch where you're drinking your water... Hey? Are you Daoist Wang Ye?"

The man glanced at the screen, then at Wang Ye, who looked utterly dejected, and his anger instantly turned into sympathy.

He patted Wang Ye on the shoulder and sighed:

"Brother, try to think positively."

"At least I got to exchange a few blows with a master, so it's not a loss."

"Shall we exchange a few blows?"

Wang Ye forced a smile, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace:

"Brother, look what happened to Zhuge Qing!"

"If I went up there, wouldn't I just be turned to ashes?"

As he spoke, Wang frantically pulled out his phone from his pocket, his fingers trembling as he opened the ticketing app.

"No, no, we can't stay here."

"Huh? Is this 12306? I need to call the police... no, I need to buy a ticket!"

"Anywhere is fine! As long as it's outside of Longhu Mountain! Antarctica would be the best!"

"What? No tickets left? Standing tickets? Hanging tickets? You can even lie on the roof!"

Seeing Wang Ye's cowardly appearance, as if he wished he could sprout wings and fly away, the surrounding audience couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Who would have thought.

This dignified representative from Wudang Mountain was already terrified before even taking the stage.

But Wang didn't care about the laughter at all.

face?

How much is face worth?

Fighting that unreasonable monster is suicidal!

"Master..."

Wang Ye held his phone, on the verge of tears.

"I want to go home..."

"I want to go back to Wudang Mountain to sweep the floors..."