Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

Zhang Chulan's eyes held wariness, vigilance, and a hint of inexplicable grievance and anger.

But he quickly suppressed all his emotions.

Zhuge Qi met his gaze for a moment, but didn't say anything, or even linger for half a second longer. He looked at him as if he were just looking at an ordinary passerby, and his gaze naturally slid past him.

Zhang Chulan clenched his fists tightly inside his sleeves.

After Feng Baobao brought him out of school that day, although he hadn't directly contacted Zhuge Qi, he had heard of that name.

He is the head of the External Affairs Department of the head office, who came all the way from Beijing to handle matters in Tianjin.

At the time, Feng Baobao said, "A very powerful person has arrived," referring to the person in front of her.

Now this person has appeared in the World Society, right in front of him, and judging from Feng Zhenghao's polite attitude towards him, it's clear that he's not an ordinary visitor.

The company's people have come to the Tianxia Society? Are they here to take me back? Or to negotiate with Feng Zhenghao? Is that crazy woman here too?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and cold sweat began to pour down his back.

He had had enough of dealing with Feng Baobao during those few days.

That woman seemed confused, but she was actually very ruthless. She didn't give you any room to bargain. She could take you away or put you under guard without a word of explanation.

Because of his grandfather's admonition, Zhang Chulan had always lived a very low-key life, but in all his years, he had never been treated like this before.

Therefore, Feng Zhenghao previously said that Xu Si from the company wanted to communicate with him, but he refused and has no intention of leaving for the time being.

What he knew even more clearly was that if the company really wanted to take action against him, Feng Zhenghao, one of the "Ten Elders," might not be able to protect him.

After all, the relationship between Tianxiahui and the company is what it is. No matter how powerful Feng Zhenghao is, he wouldn't dare to really turn against the head office.

Zhuge Qi had already turned his gaze away, looking at Feng Zhenghao with a perfectly relaxed expression, and said something that seemed completely unrelated.

"President Feng, your training ground is really well built. It's more convenient than the venues built by the company."

Feng Zhenghao was taken aback: "Section Chief Zhuge also wants to make some connections?"

"Since you've come all this way, this is a perfect opportunity." Zhuge Qi turned around, his gaze sweeping over the row of young elites from the Tianxia Society. "I usually sit in my office most of the time and don't move around much. Seeing you young people practicing your skills so well today, I'd like to spar with you a bit to stretch my muscles. Is that convenient?"

The training ground fell silent for a moment.

The young men looked at each other, their expressions somewhat subtle.

The leaders from headquarters want to spar with them? Isn't that ridiculous? What if someone gets seriously injured? Who's going to take responsibility?

But if you deliberately let someone down, it would be even more embarrassing if you were caught.

Feng Zhenghao was also taken aback, but quickly recovered and laughed it off: "Section Chief Zhuge, you're putting them in a difficult position. These kids haven't been practicing for many years, they're still clumsy, what if they accidentally..."

"It's nothing." Zhuge Qi waved his hand casually. "It's just some light exercise, nothing serious. Besides, it's normal to get hit a couple of times. When you're practicing martial arts, you're bound to get hit."

Having said that, Feng Zhenghao could no longer refuse.

He glanced back at the group of young people, his eyes conveying a message: keep your guard down, don't actually hurt them.

The young men exchanged knowing glances, and one of them, a tall man who seemed to be the leader, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Section Chief Zhuge, shall I spar with you for a bit? My name is Zhou Kun, and I practice Xingyi Quan. Please give me your guidance."

Zhuge Qi glanced at him and nodded.

He took off the jacket of his dark gray casual suit and casually handed it to Ma Hong behind him. Underneath was a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms, revealing smooth and understated muscle lines.

He stood there, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, without striking any pose, his whole demeanor relaxed as if he were taking a stroll.

Zhou Kun, on the contrary, became somewhat nervous.

He assumed the San Ti stance from Xingyi Quan, his eyes fixed on the leader from headquarters opposite him, pondering how to fight in a way that would neither embarrass the other party nor make himself seem too fake.

"Please," Zhuge Qi said calmly.

Zhou Kun gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and threw a right punch at Zhou Kun's chest.

He held back three-tenths of his strength and used only seven-tenths of his speed, thinking he would test the opponent's strength first.

Then he witnessed the most outrageous scene of his life.

Zhuge Qi simply stepped half a step to the side, casually raising his left hand as if to block.

But just as Zhou Kun's fist was half a foot away from him, the ground of the training ground suddenly trembled slightly.

It's a vibration.

Everyone present felt it.

The ground beneath my feet seemed to be activated by something, emitting a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Kun felt something wrap around his feet.

The center of gravity shifted.

Zhou Kun staggered forward, his fist veering off course and striking empty space beside Zhuge Qi.

"...What is this?"

The training ground was completely silent.

The other young people were stunned.

They had all seen it clearly: Zhuge Qi hadn't made a single move from beginning to end, nor had he even released any obvious fluctuations of Qi. He simply stood there, took a half-step to the side, and then the ground moved on its own.

"Section Chief Zhuge's Wuhou Qimen is indeed well-deserved of its reputation." Feng Zhenghao finally spoke, his voice carrying a solemnity that had suppressed his laughter. "In this generation of the Zhuge family, you have truly mastered the meaning of 'Qimen'."

Zhuge Qi smiled but didn't respond. Instead, he reached out to Zhou Kun and helped him up from the ground: "Are you alright?"

"N-nothing." Zhou Kun stood up, rubbed his ankle, and looked both surprised and impressed. "Section Chief Zhuge, your methods are indeed impressive."

Zhuge Qi spoke calmly, as if explaining an elementary math problem, "Your Xingyi Quan foundation is good, but your footwork is too weak. You didn't press your center of gravity down enough when you started the stance, otherwise you wouldn't have fallen just now."

He said it casually, but everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines.

Although everyone here is young, they are not ignorant people.

They had certainly heard of the Wuhou Qimen technique, a signature method of the Zhuge family, which mainly involved setting up formations and casting spells, and could mobilize the power of the five elements in the surrounding area through the formations.

However, the problem was that Zhuge Qi's arbitrary methods put them under immense pressure.

Feng Zhenghao's smile had vanished. He looked at Zhuge Qi's back, and the politeness that had been on the surface in his eyes had now faded considerably.

He saw things more clearly than those young people.

Zhuge Qi did not use much of his own Qi in that move just now, but that was precisely what made it so terrifying.

He is only twenty-eight years old this year.

Feng Zhenghao's nerves were on edge.

Zhuge Qi smiled, seemingly enjoying the feeling of stretching his muscles. "Come at me all at once, so as not to waste time coming one by one. But none of you are sorcerers, so I won't use sorcerer methods, otherwise it won't be very interesting."

Then everyone saw that the other person had taken off his jacket, and his white shirt could not hide his strong and muscular physique.

Zhuge Qi adopted a stance, and his aura suddenly changed, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

"The Zhuge family, Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist)."