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

Tian Jinzhong, sitting in his wheelchair, was laughing so hard he was slapping his thigh, tears streaming down his face.

"Hahahaha! Senior brother is still so energetic! This move, 'Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Demons,' is even more powerful than the Thunder Technique from back then! It kills without drawing blood! It's all mental attack!"

The old master Zhang Zhiwei stared expressionlessly at the young man on the stage who was receiving a bewildered victory announcement from the referee.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and instructed Rong Shan:

"Rongshan".

"exist."

"Go and repair the gate to the forbidden area in the back mountain."

"Huh? Master, the forbidden area isn't damaged."

"No, make it more solid. After the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony ends, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist letting him stay inside for another eighty years."

"..."

On the stage, Zhang Tianyi basked in the "though he couldn't understand it, he was deeply shocked" gazes from the audience, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"Tsk, looks like this trick works well."

"Not only did we win the competition, but we also promoted the social dance culture along the way."

"I'm truly a genius for keeping my achievements and fame hidden."

He stomped off the stage, humming a little tune, kicking his loafers, under the complex gazes of countless people.

Chapter 20: The King of Pretenders Arrives – This is the True Style of Longhu Mountain!

"Make way, make way."

"The champion is here. Be careful not to get hurt by my domineering aura."

Zhang Tianyi hummed a little tune, still holding the rhinestone loafers she had just taken off.

Unfortunately, these shoes are nice, but they rub against my heels a bit.

He walked barefoot, wearing a bright yellow bodysuit, and swaggered into the audience.

"Cough cough..."

Lu Jin, who was drinking tea, almost spat out a mouthful of aged Pu'er tea onto the old Taoist master's precious Taoist robe when she saw this scene.

His eyes widened as he stared at his second senior brother, who was utterly unrefined and, one might even say, "indecent," his lips twitching uncontrollably.

"Second...Second Senior Brother, you're done fighting? Also, what's this 'Seven Killings Order of Gods and Demons'? I've never heard of it before. Does our Daoist sect have such a forbidden technique that can be activated simply by waving your hands?"

Lu Jin, who has lived for over a hundred years, feels that his worldview has been repeatedly rubbed into the ground.

"Old Lu, that's just how ignorant you are."

Zhang Tianyi casually tossed his loafers onto the table, landing right in front of Wang Ai. The old toad turned green with fright and quickly shrank back.

Zhang Tianyi squeezed himself between Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin, picked up the old master's teapot and started chugging, showing no restraint whatsoever.

"The greatest truths are the simplest; hand gestures are just a form, a medium."

"When you shake it fast enough, you can disturb the surrounding magnetic field, trigger quantum entanglement, and thus directly attack the other person's brainstem... Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to an old person like you."

Lu Jin was stunned. Although she felt something was wrong, she didn't dare to refute Zhang Tianyi's "I am an academic authority" expression.

"Alright, stop trying to fool Lao Lu."

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei reluctantly snatched his teapot back, wiping his mouth with disgust:

"You just used lightning magic to stimulate their vagus nerve, what are you pretending to be, quantum mechanics? Hurry up and sit down, the next match is 'Yi Baihu', your precious grandson is about to appear."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianyi immediately perked up, his eyes shining:

"Oh? We've arrived at Chu Lan's place? Then I'll have to take a good look at him."

He adjusted to a comfortable sitting position, even putting one foot on the railing.

He pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere and started cracking them open while keeping an eye on the entrance below.

“I specifically told this kid to get back the face that Longhu Mountain has lost. If he dares to act like a coward like before, I’ll go down and rip his underwear off.”

……

The White Tiger Arena.

Compared to the secluded little corner where Zhang Tianyi had just been, this place was packed with people.

After all, Zhang Chulan is already very famous.

Everyone wanted to see just how capable this young man, who was in the eye of the storm, really was.

His three opponents were already on the field early on.

These three were unlucky; they were all skilled fighters from their respective schools, but they ran into such a prominent figure.

"Why hasn't Zhang Chulan arrived yet? Did he run away in fear?"

"I doubt it. I heard this kid is just a scoundrel who relies on everyone to protect him."

Just as the three were discussing amongst themselves, the audience began to grow impatient.

Sudden.

A gust of wind blew by.

The once noisy stadium suddenly fell silent.

From the entrance passage came a steady, slow, and extremely rhythmic sound of footsteps.

"Da...da...da..."

Every step felt like stepping on the heartbeats of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

But he wasn't wearing the uniform from Nadutong, nor was he wearing ordinary casual clothes.

Instead, he was wearing a large, black cloak that looked somewhat worn but full of vicissitudes.

The hood of the cloak was pulled low, covering most of his face, revealing only his tightly pursed lips and resolute chin.

The wind blew, and the cloak fluttered in the wind.

Zhang Chulan did not rush to enter the arena, but stopped the moment he stepped onto the edge of the field.

He slowly raised his head, and even through the hood, everyone could feel two sharp gazes shooting towards the sky.

He stretched out one hand, palm facing the sky, and clenched his fist as if grasping something unseen in the void.

Then, in a low, hoarse voice, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life, he slowly uttered a line:

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river..."

The entire room fell silent.

Even the cicadas in the trees seemed to be stunned by this sudden aura and dared not chirp anymore.

The three opponents looked at each other, all seeing bewilderment in each other's eyes.

What... what are they doing?

But it's not over yet.

Zhang Chulan suddenly yanked off his hood, revealing a ponytail that was meticulously styled with hair gel.

His eyes held a mixture of indifference, mockery, and nonchalance.

He looked at the three people opposite him, yet it was as if he wasn't looking at them at all; his gaze pierced through the crowd and looked into the more distant void.

"Never underestimate a young man's potential!"

"In my entire life, Zhang Chulan has neither respected Heaven nor Earth; I only believe in the thunder in my own hands!"

"Today, I'm not going to take you down..."

Zhang Chulan suddenly pointed to the sky, his momentum reaching its peak at that moment:

"It's the heavens!!!"

boom--!

Although there was no actual thunder, it felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in the minds of everyone present.

Is it embarrassing?

awkward.

Is it just being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)?

Extremely immature and delusional.

But... he's handsome!

In this world of supernatural beings, where people are generally quite unsophisticated and at most only introduce themselves before a fight, the sudden appearance of such a set of lines that evoke the feeling of a male protagonist from a fantasy novel, with its overwhelmingly superior style, instantly stunned everyone.

In the stands.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

This time it was the old master's turn to criticize.

Zhang Zhiwei's face turned bright red, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Zhang Chulan below.

"This...this is what you taught me?"

"Take over the heavens? This kid's got more arrogance than athlete's foot! Does he even know how high the heavens are?"

Tian Jinzhong, standing to the side, was also laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh my god! I can't take it anymore! This kid... this kid is too funny! 'Don't underestimate a young man'? Hahahaha! Where did he memorize that line from?"

Only Zhang Tianyi.

The energetic young man nodded with a serious expression, even showing a hint of appreciation and satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad."

Zhang Tianyi spat the sunflower seed shells into his hand and commented in a serious tone: