The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

The Daoist of Sitting in Oblivion strikes with a ruthless and unrestrained style.

Some people were beaten badly, with blood streaming from their heads, but it wasn't fatal, because they needed an audience; otherwise, it would just be self-entertainment.

Some people were hit very lightly, so lightly that they felt refreshed and invigorated after being bathed in the holy light of the healing sequence.

When the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion is put into practice, the chain reaction it triggers is extraordinary.

Although they have time to attend concerts, and are the type like the middle-parted brother, they are generally not very strong combat-type professionals.

But with 100,000 people present, there's definitely no shortage of combat-oriented individuals.

Among them, there were even a few third-tier professionals.

They didn't take action initially because they couldn't discern the information from the Daoist practitioners.

The mirror bandits replicated all the bandits' abilities, including the bewilderment that had become a passive trait among them.

The people of the Zuowangdao sect don't need to maintain any bottom line like bandits.

They completely hid all the information, including the level.

This left the few third-tier professionals and many second-tier professionals on the scene completely baffled as to the true strength of the Sitting Meditation Daoist.

These people naturally wouldn't easily take action if the actions of the Daoists didn't threaten their safety, lest they get burned.

But now, the Daoist sect is using such absurd reasons—to get the audience to clap along with the performance on stage—to launch indiscriminate attacks, and they can no longer tolerate it.

"A bunch of lunatics! Don't be afraid of them, fight your way out!"

"The enforcement team will be here soon. Let's gather at Exit 8 (West) and work together to tear a gap in the barrier!"

"Gentlemen, resist!"

Combat-type professionals in the audience stepped in to resist, engaging the Daoists in a fierce battle in the stands.

At the highest point of the entire venue, Chief Yi was squatting there, motionless, in a state of Yin-Yang Escape.

"Old thief, things are getting chaotic here. Should we intervene to quell the situation?"

At the bandit's stronghold, Song Gua, who was in sync with the chief's memory, shook his head.

"It's alright, they can handle it. Didn't we collect a lot of 'tickets' from those high-ranking officials in the Shi family yesterday and give them to them?"

The bandits and the Ximen family, disguised as Daoist practitioners, captured and kidnapped all the high-ranking officials of the Shi family in various cities in Xichuan within half a day.

Immediately afterwards, Song Gua had his clones continue to impersonate Zuowang Dao to guard them, and they took all the items out of the backpacks of these high-ranking officials.

They carry plenty of life-saving gadgets, including top-tier powerful weapons and secret treasures.

The barrier set up around the entire stadium to isolate it from the outside world was a mythical scroll that was found on one of the high-ranking officials.

The barrier created by the scroll will be slightly inferior to that created by normal arrangement.

Although it no longer needs energy crystals to maintain its operation, it loses the foundation for continuous power supply, and the reel will automatically fail once its lifespan is over.

It has both advantages and disadvantages.

At the concert, a third-tier warrior led the charge, defeating a group of Daoists who were bullying ordinary audience members.

He was the first to reach the West 8 Exit.

"Quick! Everyone gather around! Stick together!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge glass cylinder fell from the sky.

"A bronze pillar!"

The warrior wielded a greatsword and unleashed a sweeping attack with an epic-quality skill.

"Seven Swords of Breaking the Army!"

"Whoosh!"

This person's combat strength is also remarkable. With a single swing of his skill, the residual force uprooted hundreds of seats in the audience around him, breaking them into pieces.

Seven attacks were launched in succession, all hitting the falling transparent glass tube.

Unfortunately, none of these attacks worked on the glass tube.

This thing seems indestructible.

By the time the soldier realized that attacking was the wrong response and that he should have dodged, it was too late.

The glass tube simply encased him inside.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Many steel claws extend from the bottom of the glass tube, firmly gripping the ground and securing the entire tube to the surface.

"Bang bang bang!!"

The soldiers punched and kicked at the glass wall.

"Damn the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion! Let me out! You think you can kill me with this little gadget?! I have tens of thousands of points of physique! Are you afraid of me?!"

The mirror image of the south wind floated in mid-air; this prop was what he dropped.

This is a magical treasure, unique in that it is indestructible and can transform anyone encased in it into an equally indestructible bronze statue.

Although the person is turned into a statue, they are still alive and will automatically be released and regain their freedom after a certain period of time.

However, during this period of intense control, the person being controlled is completely helpless unless an outsider uses advanced control-breaking skills.

Actually, if that warrior had known to dodge, the weakness of the bronze pillar not being able to lock onto the enemy would have been fatal.

But Mirror South Wind was targeting him because he knew they were going to seize Exit 8 of the West. This soldier was the first to take the lead and once he got the point, he naturally wouldn't run away.

"Hehe, enjoy the treatment of the Ultra Five Brothers."

Thick green smoke began to billow from inside the bronze glass dome, choking the third-tier warrior and making it hard for him to breathe.

A moment later, the bronze pillar slowly disappeared—this thing was a one-time use item.

The third-tier warrior inside has been transformed into a bronze statue kneeling on the ground, holding a giant sword.

Mirror South Wind makes a "perfect" gesture.

"Oh—amazing!"

On the other side, another third-tier professional was also tricked by this top-tier item from a high-ranking official of the Shi family.

This is a mage who was approached by a group of Daoists who had entered the realm of oblivion. He intended to use a forbidden spell to blast them all away.

Unexpectedly, a metal mask flew into his face.

"Waaaaah??"

He could no longer sing.

Many of a mage's magical skills require chanting incantations; if you can't open your mouth, you're essentially out of luck.

This is called physical silence.

The key is that this mask is incredibly sturdy; the hooks around the edges are embedded in the skin and flesh, and it hurts terribly to try to pull it off.

There are many similar scenarios.

The Zuowang Dao sect used the various professional resources provided to them by the bandits—equipment, scrolls, props, potions, etc.—to suppress this wave of resistance.

With the strongest combat-type professionals dealt with, the resistance of the others was insignificant.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Mirror Ghost then said quietly.

"The audience reacted very enthusiastically to Mayor Shi Qian's performance of that song; they were so excited they even started fighting! Mayor Shi, did you see that? Everyone really likes you!"

On stage, Shi Qian gave Gui Ge a look that said, "You're an idiot."

"Alright! Now let's move on to the next program, titled 'My Life.' Please watch the video!"

The large screen displays a new image.

Start playing an animation.

The animation style is the kind of abstract style that's reminiscent of the "I've studied animation for three years" series.

An animated character labeled "Shi Qian," with exaggerated red lips, a long neck, and long legs, began to walk around the screen and speak.

"My name is Shi Qian, and I come from the Shi family in Xichuan City, a family of corrupt officials."

Through the assassinations or sanctions of rivals within the family, the bribes from my superiors along the way to my promotion, and the protection of my predecessors in the Shi family's officialdom.

I became the mayor of Huiye City!

I have to repay my family, I have to be greedy, this is a fine tradition of our family.

Being the mayor, there are so many ways to embezzle; it's overwhelming.

Come on, let me introduce you to all the money-making projects one by one...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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