He's alone, but he's a tomb raider!

The next morning, at the competition venue on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

Unlike yesterday's preliminary round, Zheng Yi Pai installed several additional screens last night to provide a better viewing experience for the audience.

If you want to watch four battles at the same time, you can watch them on the screen in front of you.

Of course, if you want to see it in person, you can go to the audience seats in the ring.

Unlike yesterday, this time Qin Yun was not accompanied by the other ten elders.

After taking leave, Lu Jin rushed to another arena early in the morning to watch his great-granddaughter Lu Linglong's match.

Lu Jin also valued this precious member of the Lu family very much, at least much more than Lu Lin.

As for Feng Zhenghao, he was also waiting by the field where Feng Shayan and Feng Xingtong were playing, ready to watch his sons' performance.

At this moment, only Lao Hu and Fatty, Qin Yun's two private soldiers, were by his side.

The three stood on the side of the viewing platform, where they had a wide view but didn't attract attention.

In addition, there was Qin Yun's fearsome reputation in the industry.

Those who knew about it almost all avoided it, and as for those who didn't, with their cultivation levels, they naturally couldn't sense the presence of Qin Yun and the other two.

Compared to the image of a leader surrounded by crowds, to be honest, aside from liking privileges, Qin Yun actually doesn't like crowded places.

This state is actually quite good.

……

No one knows what happened last night when it was dark and stormy.

Anyway, early this morning, Zhang Chulan, sporting the same dark circles under his eyes as Wang Ye, swayed as he stepped onto the arena.

He slowly smoked a cigarette for a while, with one in his mouth.

The referee called "Shan Shitong" three times in a row as per procedure, but the other side remained empty; not a single person appeared.

Seeing this, the referee's face twitched slightly, feeling that Zhang Chulan was a bit too wicked.

But rules are rules, and the referee didn't waste any words, simply raising his hand to announce them.

"Shan Shitong failed to appear three times within the allotted time, and is therefore considered to have forfeited. Zhang Chulan wins this round and advances to the top 18!"

"Ugh~"

Spitting the cigarette butt out of his mouth onto the ground, Zhang Chulan, having easily won, prepared to hurry back to his residence to catch up on some sleep.

Upon seeing this, the audience couldn't help but complain.

"Holy crap! He got away with it again? What kind of luck does this kid have?!"

"He's shameless, that's all. His opponent simply stopped coming. Hilarious!"

"I bet five cents that his next opponent will probably also forfeit!"

"Stop gambling, there's no need to gamble! It's obvious, he might even get a bye!"

"A cover-up! A cover-up! A cover-up!"

"RNM, refund my money!"

Despite the discussions, no one could produce any evidence, and they could only watch helplessly as Zhang Chulan leisurely prepared to step down.

But at this moment, Xiao Huohuo of Qingyang Sect, who had been tricked by Zhang Chulan with underhanded tactics yesterday, could no longer suppress his anger.

He leaped from the audience seats, landing on the edge of the ring, and pointed at Zhang Chulan, shouting angrily.

Zhang Chulan! Stop trying to play tricks on me!

"If Shan Shitong doesn't dare to come, I'll fight you! If you've got the guts, let's have a fair fight!"

No sooner had Xiao Huohuo finished speaking than two Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain pinned him down from the left and right. Before Xiao Huohuo and Zhang Chulan could even make a move, they grabbed him and held him down firmly.

"What do you take Longhu Mountain for?"

"You think you can just walk onto the arena of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony as you please? The Qingyang Sect is supposed to be a reputable sect; don't they respect any rules at all?"

As expected of a disciple trained by the Old Master, the old generation's tactic of first labeling someone and then striking is truly effective time and time again!

Xiao Huohuo of Qingyang Sect was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck bulged as he struggled to explain himself.

"Two Daoist masters, that's not what I meant!"

I just can't stand this kid cheating!

"Even if you don't like it, you have to follow the rules. Whether he cheated or not, the referee will decide. This is not an excuse for your private fight!"

The Taoist priest's expression turned serious, and he increased the pressure on his hands.

"I'm letting you go now, stop making a fuss."

If they cause any more trouble, they'll be expelled from Longhu Mountain!

Seeing that reasoning with him was futile, Xiao Huohuo simply stopped arguing and instead shouted provocations at Zhang Chulan, who was about to leave the arena.

Zhang Chulan! I know you can hear me!

If you're still a man, fight me fair and square!

Hiding and lurking is no skill; winning a game through underhanded tactics is disgraceful to your ancestors!

They're from a prestigious family, after all; don't utterly disgrace the old man!

What the hell!

Such powerful attack!

All eyes instantly focused on Zhang Chulan. Everyone thought that he had been publicly humiliated, and that he had even cursed his ancestors in dialect.

Zhang Chulan should at least teach the other party a lesson, right?

Even if they don't actually fight, they should at least say a few tough words to maintain appearances.

Unexpectedly—

Faced with Xiao Huohuo's provocation, Zhang Chulan made a delicate gesture with her fingers, spoke in a high-pitched voice, gave the young man from Qingyang Sect a charming smile, threw him a flirtatious wink, and swayed her hips as she took a couple of steps.

Then he turned around and left the venue with light, airy steps.

All that was left was a stunned audience and Xiao Huohuo, who was trembling with anger.

"I...he...this..."

Xiao Huohuo was so angry that he could barely speak and was dragged away by two Taoist priests.

Zhang Chulan's shamelessness is comparable to that of Sima Yi, who dressed as a woman to anger Zhuge Liang back then!

The fat man in the stands was laughing so hard he was slapping his thigh, and almost tumbled down the steps.

"Hahaha, this kid is amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

I've traveled all over the country for many years and I've seen my fair share of shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as this!

When it comes to shamelessness, I, Fatty, declare myself the strongest!

Seeing this, Lao Hu couldn't help but twitch his lips, shaking his head and laughing.

"He can endure what ordinary people cannot; this kid is no ordinary person."

Only by enduring what ordinary people cannot endure can one accomplish what ordinary people cannot accomplish!

This kind of mindset is far more useful than brute force, no matter when you put it into practice.

Fortunately, Zhang Chulan was an official member of the North China region, so in a way, he could be considered one of their own.

Otherwise, facing such a shrewd person, for the sake of his master Qin's safety, Lao Hu was even prepared to cripple him!

Just like those early Land Rover drivers, you can sentence them one by one; what good people could they be?

……

Zhang Chulan's farce has come to an end, and he has successfully advanced to the top 18.

The audience, too lazy to pay attention to this "cheating villain," turned their attention to the next match that was about to begin.

Lu Lin vs. Jia Zhengliang!

The audience erupted in a cacophony of voices, more than twice as lively as before.

"Hey, the next one is the main event!"

Lu Lin of the Sanyi Sect versus Jia Zhengliang of the Jia family in the Northwest!

"The Sanyi Sect? That's the Sanyi Sect, which hasn't made much of an appearance in nearly a century? I've heard their Reverse Life Triple Technique is incredibly powerful, but I've never witnessed its specific mysteries. This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

"There's no way around it, Lu Lin's basic skills are just too strong. The three superhumans he faced in the preliminary rounds were all quite formidable, but they couldn't even force him to use his trump cards before Lu Lin took them down with just a few punches and kicks!"

"Jia Zhengliang is no slouch either; his manipulation of objects is incredibly skillful."

Controlling twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives simultaneously, effective at both close and long ranges, he could roam freely throughout the Northwest!

"When these two meet, that'll be a real battle of titans, a million times more exciting than that shameless brat from before!"

"Absolutely! One is the heir of a long-established, reclusive sect, and the other is a prodigy from the Northwest. This is going to be quite a show!"

"I'm betting on Jia Zhengliang to win. His ranged control technique will suppress them, his flying knives will rain down, and the San Yi Sect members won't be able to get close. How can they fight him?"

"That's not necessarily true; it's hard to say who will win or lose!"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, the person is coming out!"

Amidst the intense anticipation of everyone, Lu Lin stepped onto the field first.

Today, Lu Lin was dressed in a white robe in the style of the Trinity School, her clothes fluttering, her posture upright, and her curly hair was particularly eye-catching in the morning light.