One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Then, he let out a flippant whistle.

"call out--"

That seemed to mean:

My dear grandson, watch closely.

My strategist, I'm about to start showing off.

(Many people have criticized the protagonist's "spirited young man" look, which is indeed a bit unrestrained here. This is the protagonist's disguise during this period. After the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, he will be a pretentious and otherworldly figure.)

Chapter 18 Is this energetic young man a big shot?

The preliminary rounds of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony adopted a four-person free-for-all format.

In other words, only one of the four contestants in each group can walk out standing up.

The competition venue for the "Jia Baihe" group is a small, somewhat remote arena.

Compared to the massive crowds surrounding Zhang Lingyu's group next door, or the screaming fangirls of Zhuge Qing's group, the audience here was practically nonexistent.

A few dozen spectators sat scattered around, most of them looking down at their phones or discussing where to watch the next match of a popular player.

After all, the list of contestants is really not interesting at all.

Apart from Zhang Pika, who has an odd name and an even more bizarre appearance, the other three are all unknown extras.

One was a burly man practicing Iron Palm, another was a skinny man who threw knives, and the third looked like he was practicing some kind of unknown leg technique.

"Damn, what bad luck to be assigned to such a godforsaken group."

The burly man who practiced Iron Palm was named Zhao Tiezhu. He glanced contemptuously at Zhang Tianyi standing opposite him and let out a cold snort.

"Hey, you over there, are you here for a fashion show or to fight? Wearing those loafers, aren't you afraid of twisting your ankle?"

"Exactly, young people these days will do anything to get attention."

The skinny man who played with throwing knives toyed with the small knife in his hand, a look of disdain on his face:

"Hey bro, if you're afraid of pain, you should get off here now. Otherwise, you might rip your tight pants in a heartbeat, that would be embarrassing."

The three exchanged glances and reached a tacit consensus.

First, eliminate this seemingly weakest and most obstructive "social person," and then the three of them can slowly decide the winner.

Despite the three men's mockery and encirclement, Zhang Tianyi seemed not to hear them at all.

He was looking down, seriously adjusting his bright yellow tight-fitting T-shirt.

He bent down again and carefully wiped away the non-existent dust from his loafers with a handkerchief.

Then, he raised his head, and his small eyes, disguised as the size of mung beans, gleamed with restless light.

"There are too few people..."

Zhang Tianyi looked around at the sparsely populated audience seats and pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Even though it's the preliminary round, how can my debut be so quiet?"

"Without cheers from the audience, without shocked looks, who is this show-off for?"

"Are you showing this to these three rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs?"

No.

They need to add more scenes.

We need to do something interesting.

We need to show these blind fools who the real star of this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is!

After making up his mind, Zhang Tianyi suddenly took a deep breath.

"Cough cough!"

His shout actually used the sound of thunder.

Although it didn't trigger any lightning, the sound was like a subwoofer being placed in everyone's ear, making the entire arena buzz.

The audience members who were playing on their phones were so startled that their hands trembled and they almost dropped their phones. They all looked up in confusion.

"What's wrong? Is it thundering?"

"Who's yelling?"

In the center of the arena, the young man who had always been the butt of jokes suddenly struck an extremely bizarre, extremely shameful, yet also extremely... domineering pose.

He stood with his left hand on his hip and his right hand pointing to the sky. His tight-fitting cropped trousers clung to his thighs, and his loafers shone blindingly in the sunlight.

"Are these your last words?"

Zhang Tianyi's voice was deep and magnetic, which contrasted sharply with his rustic appearance.

He slowly scanned his three opponents, a wicked and arrogant smile curling at the corner of his lips (though it looked rather lewd on his disguised face):

"I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but all I got in return was estrangement and ridicule."

"I'm not pretending anymore. I'm a peerless master, one in a billion. I'm coming clean!"

"what?"

Zhao Tiezhu and the other two looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Is this guy out of his mind?"

"Stop wasting time talking to him, go for it! Beat him up!"

Without further hesitation, the three launched their attack simultaneously!

The Iron Sand Palm, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck Zhang Tianyi's face directly; the throwing knife flashed with cold light, blocking his retreat; and the leg technique was even more insidious, kicking towards Zhang Tianyi's lower body.

However, facing this deadly attack, Zhang Tianyi stood still and didn't move an inch.

He simply widened his eyes, gathered his strength in his dantian, and let out a roar that could pierce the clouds and shatter eardrums:

"Supreme Star!!! Uninterrupted Response!!!"

"Exorcise evil spirits and bind demons!!! Protect your life and body!!!"

That shout was incredibly loud.

The crowd was so large that even the spectators in the adjacent arena were startled and turned to look at this side.

The sound was so loud that even the old Celestial Master and his entourage, who had just walked onto a nearby high platform to inspect the work, could hear it clearly.

"Ok?"

On the high platform, the old master Zhang Zhiwei paused, his gaze falling on the secluded little arena.

"That voice... why does it sound so familiar?"

Sitting in his wheelchair, Tian Jinzhong paused for a moment, then a very interesting expression appeared on his aged face, as if he wanted to laugh but dared not:

"Senior brother...that sounds like...second senior brother's voice?"

"But this phrase... it sounds like a Taoist purification mantra, yet he shouted it with the aura of the Liangshan heroes storming the execution ground?"

"What? Second Senior Brother?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin, who was following behind, widened his eyes instantly.

He was just looking for that gentleman, but he didn't expect him to be in such a remote and out-of-the-way place.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!"

Lu Jin no longer put on airs as one of the Ten Elders. He pushed Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair and ran towards the small arena, and the Old Celestial Master could only follow helplessly.

This move was quite significant.

Those viewers who originally didn't want to watch this side of the street immediately erupted in chaos when they saw the Celestial Master and the Ten Elders running over here.

"Holy crap! Why are the old Celestial Master and the others going to that secluded arena?"

"Could there be some hidden master over there?"

"Go check it out! Don't miss the show!"

In an instant, a huge crowd surged toward the "Jia Baihe" venue.

The once deserted stands were instantly packed with people, and even the trees were filled with people.

On the arena.

The attacks from Zhao Tiezhu and his two companions were about to hit Zhang Tianyi.

Startled by the sudden shout, he was a beat slow in his movements.

Then, to their horror, they discovered that the surrounding stands had suddenly become packed!

Countless eyes were fixed on them, even the world's most powerful celestial master was watching from above!

The immense pressure caused the three extras to panic instantly, and their attacks involuntarily stopped.

"What...what's going on?"

"Did he summon half of Longhu Mountain with just one shout?"

Zhao Tiezhu broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at the energetic young man in front of him who was still pointing to the sky, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Could it be... that this guy is actually a hidden master?

Chapter 19 Holy crap?! The Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Demons?!

At this moment, Zhang Tianyi looked at the dense crowd around him and felt extremely satisfied.

"That's right! It's more lively with more people!"

"Everyone's here, let's begin the performance!"

Zhang Tianyi slowly withdrew his hand that was pointing to the sky, and quickly formed a hand seal in front of his chest—

Although it was just some random hand seals he learned from Naruto, to outsiders it looked like a complex, profound, and impressive technique.

His hand seals were incredibly fast, dazzling to behold.