Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

"Zhang Chulan!" Tang Wenlong crossed his arms, a faint, eerie green poisonous aura circulating between his fingers. He looked at Zhang Chulan as he walked onto the stage, his face full of disdain and contempt. "I don't care how famous your grandfather was back then, nor do I care what stroke of luck you had to get to where you are now. Today, having met me, Tang Wenlong, you can put away your disgusting tricks. Because I will peel off your shameless skin as quickly as possible!"

Faced with Tang Wenlong's provocation and the audience's insults, Zhang Chulan did not retort as usual, nor did he pretend to be afraid and beg for mercy.

He simply stood there quietly, his mind replaying the death order Zhuge Qi had given him the night before in the inn.

"The truth is only in the hands of the person with the biggest fist and the highest status."

"Only by honorably and legitimately breaking through this grand Taoist ritual will you be qualified to turn the pages of history!"

Zhang Chulan slowly closed his eyes.

Ten years ago, my grandfather died tragically in front of me. To protect me, my father left for a distant place and has not been heard from since.

For the past ten years, he has lived like an ordinary person, following his grandfather's instructions.

He dared not fight back when bullied, nor dared to refute when mocked. He suppressed all his sharpness, pride, and talent deep in the darkest corner of his heart.

He pretended to be a subservient grandson for a full ten years!

Today, he stopped pretending.

"Referee, can we begin?" Zhang Chulan opened his eyes, his voice so calm it sent a chill down one's spine.

The Taoist priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion on the referee's platform was slightly taken aback, then waved his whisk: "The contest begins!"

The moment he finished speaking, Tang Wenlong let out a cold laugh and his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

"Tang Clan's Ultimate Technique: Instant Step!"

The next second, Tang Wenlong appeared behind Zhang Chulan. With a wave of his hands, dozens of black gold needles coated with deadly poison blocked all of Zhang Chulan's escape routes like a rain of pear blossoms, heading straight for his vital points!

"Die! Shameless piece of trash!" Tang Wenlong roared, having already activated his protective poison barrier, ready for Zhang Chulan's dying counterattack.

The audience in the stands erupted in cheers, seemingly already envisioning Zhang Chulan being riddled with thorns.

However, just as those poisoned needles were less than ten centimeters away from Zhang Chulan's body...

"BOOM!!!"

A thunderclap, seemingly from the heavens above, exploded in everyone's ears without warning! The thunder was so loud that thousands of spectators in the stands experienced a brief ringing in their ears!

Immediately afterwards, an extremely dazzling and violent surge of pure Yang energy erupted from Zhang Chulan's body like a volcanic eruption!

It was a dazzling golden color!

"Th-that is..." Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders who had been sitting calmly in the VIP seats, suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open.

On the highest viewing platform in the distance, the old master Zhang Zhiwei, who had been half-closing his eyes, suddenly opened them wide, and a very subtle look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

On the arena, Zhang Chulan's body was completely enveloped in a layer of dense, almost tangible golden lightning. That was the pinnacle of lightning magic, supremely powerful and unstoppable—

Yang Wu Lei · Jiang Gong Lei!

Those black gold needles coated with deadly poison couldn't even last a second when they touched the raging golden lightning. They were instantly vaporized into nothingness by the terrifying heat and the violent destructive power of the lightning!

"What?!" Tang Wenlong was shocked. His prized hidden weapon couldn't even get close to his opponent?

Before he could react, Zhang Chulan slowly turned his head.

Those eyes, illuminated by golden lightning and appearing almost divine, held no emotion whatsoever.

"Sizzle—"

All that could be heard was a sickeningly loud crackling sound of electricity tearing through the air.

Zhang Chulan's figure left a golden afterimage in his place. His speed was so fast that it completely exceeded the retinal detection limits of 99% of the other beings present!

"Too slow."

A cold voice rang in Tang Wenlong's ears.

Tang Wenlong's hair stood on end at that moment. He frantically activated the Qi within his body, pushing his protective poison barrier to its limit. That layer of eerie green poison barrier was said to be able to withstand even armor-piercing bullets.

However, Zhang Chulan simply raised his right hand slowly.

On his palm, the golden crimson lightning compressed and gathered wildly, eventually transforming into a dazzling ball of lightning. Then, without any fancy movements, he simply and effortlessly imprinted it onto Tang Wenlong's protective poison barrier.

"Palm Thunder".

"Crack—Boom!!!"

With a crisp sound like shattering glass, Tang Wenlong's proud protective poison barrier was as fragile as paper in the face of Yang Wulei's extreme destructive power, instantly becoming covered in cracks before exploding with a bang!

The raging golden lightning, like a flood, poured directly onto Tang Wenlong's chest!

"puff--"

Before Tang Wenlong could even let out a scream, he was sent flying backward by an overwhelming and terrifying force, like a cannonball being fired.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood in mid-air, his body crashing through three stone pillars at the edge of the arena before finally embedding himself deeply into the bluestone wall dozens of meters away, his fate unknown!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The wind stopped. The cursing disappeared.

Thousands of spectators, including elders from various sects, the Ten Elders, and even some high-ranking masters from the Celestial Master's Mansion in the stands, were all frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the young man on the arena who was surrounded by golden lightning and looked like a thunder god descending to earth.

one move.

Sold out instantly.

Moreover, they used such an absolute crushing and violent approach to swat away the Tang Sect's genius like a fly!

Is this really the Zhang Chulan who only knows how to play dead, run away, and is shameless?!

"Gulp." Someone in the stands swallowed hard, the sound particularly clear in the deathly silent stadium.

"Yang Wu Lei... That's Yang Wu Lei, which only the core disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion are qualified to cultivate!" Finally, someone reacted and screamed in a trembling voice.

"My god... this kid's strength is probably already on par with Zhang Lingyu's, right?"

"He lay low for ten years... We've all been fooled! This is the true power of the Qi Source Transformer!"

The entire arena erupted instantly. The previous boos and curses completely transformed into a deep sense of awe and shock in the face of absolute power.

In the VIP section, Xu San and Xu Si didn't even notice that the cigarettes they were holding had fallen onto their crotches and burned a hole in them. Their mouths were agape, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.

"Section Chief... this kid Chu Lan, he's been hiding his true abilities so well?" Xu Si stammered.

Zhuge Qi did not answer. He simply picked up his thermos, blew on non-existent tea leaves, took a sip of water, and a fatherly smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Ding! Detected that the host has successfully prompted the protagonist Zhang Chulan to shed his disguise and reveal his true strength through administrative pressure and psychological manipulation."

"The host's plans and schemes were perfectly demonstrated in front of the audience and the Ten Elders, showcasing the terrifying vision of those in power."

"Congratulations, host! You have significantly influenced the course of events in the world of supernatural beings! Reputation points +2500!"

Current reputation level: LV4 (23300/100000)

Hearing the system notification in his mind, Zhuge Qi put down his thermos, turned to look at Xu San and Xu Si, and said in a gentle but authoritative tone: "See? This is effective administration. As long as you put enough pressure on them and clearly define the KPIs, their potential is limitless. Zhang Chulan's performance report can barely be considered 'excellent'."

Just as Zhuge Qi was commenting on this battle that was without any suspense, Ma Hong, the leader of the action team, crouched down and quietly walked up behind Zhuge Qi, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Section Chief, something's happened." Ma Hong lowered his voice and handed a military-grade tablet computer to Zhuge Qi. "You asked me to send my men to keep a close eye on Wang Bing, and our miniature reconnaissance bees have captured some dirty stuff."

Zhuge Qi's smile gradually faded as he took the tablet computer.

The footage shown is from a night-vision surveillance camera. In a secluded grove of trees behind Longhu Mountain, Wang Bing is giving orders to two of his family's attendants with a sinister expression.

Although the video had no sound, Wang Bing's words were clearly displayed at the bottom of the screen thanks to the real-time translation subtitles provided by a lip-reading expert (Xiao Li's specialty).

"My opponent this afternoon is a rogue cultivator named Li Fan. Damn it, I'm going to get my revenge on that damned Section Chief Zhuge from yesterday!"

"Go, put some 'Qi-dispersing powder' in Li Fan's drinking water. Let's see what those lackeys in the company can do to me!"

After watching the video, Xu San and Xu Si's faces turned ashen.

Xu San gritted his teeth, "Section Chief, we must stop him! This is blatant violation of the conference rules, and may even be a criminal offense!"

Zhuge Qi didn't speak. He just stared at Wang Bing's twisted and crazed face on the screen, his eyes gradually turning cold.

It's the look of someone in a superior position watching a clown recklessly courting disaster right under their nose.

Zhuge Qi handed the tablet back to Ma Hong, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, and slowly put them on.

"Catch the thief with the stolen goods, catch the adulterer in the act. When we handle cases within the system, the most important thing is to have solid evidence and an ironclad case."

Zhuge Qi stood up, straightened the hem of his suit, glanced at the staff below the arena who were already preparing for the next match, and finally fixed his gaze on the Wang family camp in the distance.

"Old Ma, notify all the brothers in the action team to change into their standard law enforcement uniforms, turn on all the body cameras on their chests, and connect them to the headquarters' cloud server."

"Since Young Master Wang thinks our company's rules are just for show, then this afternoon, I will personally give Ten Lao a lively and engaging legal education lesson."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

The atmosphere at the No. 3 arena on the front of Longhu Mountain was unusually oppressive, even reeking of a nauseatingly bloody stench.

"Ah—! I give up! I give up! Please stop!"

In the center of the arena, a young man dressed in simple training clothes was curled up on the ground, letting out heart-wrenching screams.

His name is Li Fan. He is a rogue cultivator who has no sect affiliation and has reached where he is today through his own hard work.

Originally, making it to the semi-finals of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony would have been a source of great pride for him, but now it has become a nightmare from which he cannot wake up.

Li Fan did not have any obvious fatal external injuries, but his face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body was convulsing violently like a sieve.

Because above Li Fan's head, a grotesque evil spirit, exuding a nauseating black aura, was biting Li Fan's shoulder tightly, constantly tearing out wisps of translucent energy from his body—those were fragments of Li Fan's soul!

The one controlling this evil spirit was none other than Wang Bing, the eldest son of the Wang family, who stood to the side with a fanatical and morbid smile on his face.

"Admit defeat? Hahahaha! What right do you have to talk to me about admitting defeat?!" Wang not only did not stop, but instead stepped forward and stomped hard on Li Fan's face, deforming half of his face.

"That damn head of the administrative department dared to use the rules to suppress me yesterday! Today, I'll show everyone that in this world of supernatural beings, the Wang family is the rule! I, Wang Bing, can crush whoever I want!"

Wang Bing's laughter echoed in the air above the arena, sounding extremely jarring.

The extreme humiliation and frustration he suffered at Zhuge Qi's hands yesterday finally found an outlet in this rogue cultivator with no background.

He felt it wasn't enough, so he made hand seals again and summoned two more ferocious spirits, ready to devour Li Fan's three souls and seven spirits completely and turn him into an idiot!

"Stop! Wang Bing, your opponent has clearly conceded defeat, the match is over! Please cease your attack immediately!"

On the judges' stand, a middle-aged Taoist priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion could no longer bear to watch.

He suddenly stood up, shouted loudly, and at the same time, he flashed forward, ready to step in and forcibly stop Wang Bing's violence.

"You old Taoist priest, who do you think you are, daring to meddle in my business?!"

Wang Bing was extremely arrogant. He suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and actually commanded one of the Yin spirits to pounce directly on the referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion!

"How dare you, you brat!" The referee Taoist priest was furious and raised his hand to unleash a golden light spell in preparation for the attack.

The audience in the stands were stunned.

This king not only brutally killed his opponents in the competition, but he even dared to lay a hand on the referee of the Celestial Master's Mansion? This is simply outrageous!

In the VIP section at a distance, Wang Ai leaned on a cane, her eyes slightly closed, turning a blind eye to the violence unfolding on the scene.

A cold smile even lingered on his lips as he thought to himself: "My great-grandson, Wang Ai, should possess such domineering power over life and death. Taking this opportunity to give the Celestial Master's Mansion and those rogue cultivators a warning might not be such a bad thing."

As for the company?

Heh, as long as no one dies, who would dare to provoke me, the Ten Elders, for the sake of a mere rogue cultivator?

However, just as the evil spirit was about to collide with the referee Taoist priest and Li Fan was about to have his soul completely drained!

"Buzz—!"

An indescribable, terrifying mental pressure, like a massive tsunami, descended from the sky without warning, directly enveloping the entire No. 3 arena!

Under this oppressive force, the air seemed to instantly solidify into tangible mercury.