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

If Zhuge Qing's loss in the match had shocked the entire audience, then the moment the name "Zhang Pika" was uttered, the atmosphere instantly shifted from shock to... a strange kind of joy.

"Here he comes! The energetic young man is here!"

"Hahaha! I laughed so hard when I saw him make three people dizzy from shaking his hands in the preliminary round. I can't believe he actually made it to this round?"

"He's going up against Wang Ye? The scene is too beautiful for me to bear!"

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, a series of rhythmic footsteps echoed from the shadows of the entrance passage.

"Pat-pat, pat, pat..."

Then, that unforgettable figure reappeared.

This time, Zhang Tianyi was clearly dressed up carefully.

To show respect for the strong, he specially changed into a more vibrant and tighter battle robe.

She wore a fluorescent pink fitted polo shirt with the collar turned up high, almost touching her ears.

His clothes were so tight they felt like a second skin, outlining his not-so-exaggerated but extremely well-defined muscles.

She was still wearing her signature black cropped trousers, with the cuffs rolled up to her calves, revealing her smooth ankles.

On her feet were a pair of brand-new purple loafers studded with sequins.

He wore those huge aviator sunglasses, his hands in his pockets, and he walked with a swaying gait, each step on a rhythm that made you want to punch him.

"Oh, isn't this Master Wang from Wudang?"

Zhang Tianyi stepped onto the stage, peering through his sunglasses at the bewildered Wang Ye, a smile playing on his lips, revealing his signature beauty mark:

"That last match was pretty good, Feng Hou Qi Men...tsk tsk, that's something else."

Looking at the energetic young man in front of him, who looked like a glowing eggplant, Wang Ye was scared away by half of his previous lazy demeanor.

He instinctively took a half step back, his lips twitching:

“This… Pikachu? Your attire is truly… unique.”

"That's right, that's called prestige."

Zhang Tianyi flicked her bangs and struck a pose with extreme narcissism:

"I heard you took care of that kid from the Zhuge family? You're pretty brave."

"However, your good luck has come to an end once you've met me, Zhang Pikachu, a man of the underworld."

Wang Ye sighed and reluctantly assumed a fighting stance:

"Alright, alright, hurry up and finish this so you can go home and eat. Layman, are you going to use your fancy hand gestures or something? Just show me."

In Wang Ye's view, although the person in front of him had a strange air about him, there was no strong Qi fluctuation on his body.

He's probably just some kind of superhuman with special abilities; a quick victory is the best course of action.

"The flower-waving hand gesture?"

Zhang Tianyi held up a finger and shook it, "No, no, no, dealing with a master like you, waving a fancy hand gesture would be disrespectful."

"Since you know magic, then I'll show you what true...unpredictability is!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The playful expression on Zhang Tianyi's face vanished instantly.

He stomped his foot suddenly.

boom!

This kick didn't involve any burst of Qi; it was purely a collision between physical strength and the ground.

But the entire arena suddenly trembled violently!

An invisible, indescribable sense of heaviness spread out instantly from Zhang Tianyi.

It was a terrifying pressure that looked down upon all living beings, as if an emperor had descended!

In other words, what's known in the One Piece world as... Conqueror's Haki!

hum! ! !

The air became viscous.

The audience in the stands felt a tightness in their chests, as if they had been punched hard, and fell silent instantly.

Wang Ye, who was at the center of the storm, felt it most intensely.

His previously lazy pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on his body stood on end in that instant!

"What...what the hell is this?!"

Wang Ye was greatly alarmed.

He didn't feel the attack of Qi, but his body was screaming in fear!

It's like a little white rabbit suddenly being targeted by an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex!

"Get moving! Get moving now!"

Wang Ye bit his tongue, forcibly dispelling the suppressed fear, and stomped his foot, intending to unleash the Qimen formation.

"Feng Hou Qi Men... Luan Jin Tuo!!"

however.

What happened next horrified him.

The Qimen Dunjia formations that were once so easy to create at will are now... stuck?

He wanted to freeze time and space in this world.

However, the direction beneath his feet and the energy of this place became chaotic and impossible to grasp under the pressure of the "pink eggplant" opposite him!

That domineering aura directly and ruthlessly filled every inch of space, shattering the originally orderly Five Elements and Eight Trigrams into pieces!

"How is this possible?! My plan... can't be implemented?!"

Wang Ye was covered in sweat, staring intently at Zhang Tianyi.

The other party clearly did nothing.

He just stood there, hands in his pockets, even shaking his leg.

But the overwhelming feeling, like an ancient divine mountain pressing down on him, made it incredibly difficult for Wang Ye to even lift a finger.

"You can't move anymore?"

Zhang Tianyi pushed up his sunglasses, his voice low and laced with a cynical mockery:

"Wu Dang Wang, your Feng Hou Qi Men doesn't seem to be working very well."

"Since you're not moving, then it's my turn."

Zhang Tianyi slowly raised his right hand, palm facing the sky, fingers spread.

He took a deep breath, then roared out the name of the move—a move that was extremely shameful yet incredibly powerful at that moment:

"Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Demons - Second Form!!"

"Wind! Fire! Order!!!"

With his roar, his aura surged once more!

boom!

Although no real wind or fire appeared, that pure spiritual impact transformed into a tangible storm, crashing fiercely into Wang Ye!

Wang felt a buzzing sound in his brain, as if he had been hit hard with a sledgehammer.

"No! I can't see through it! I can't see through it at all!"

"Who exactly is this guy?! This monster who can seal off my Qimen Formation with just his aura... When did such a person appear in the world of supernatural beings?!"

In his desperate situation, Wang also thought of his last trump card.

Since we can't see through it in reality, let's use the methods of a sorcerer!

Calculate!

Let's calculate this guy's fate!

Let's figure out this guy's weaknesses!

"Even if it shortens my lifespan, I'm going to see what's behind those sunglasses—a human or a ghost!!"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, and his consciousness instantly sank.

Enter—the interior!

……

Inside, there was nothingness.

Wang Ye's figure hovered in the void.

He looked ahead, at the embodiment of "Zhang Pikachu".

Generally speaking, if the other party is an ordinary person, then it's just a small spark.

If it's a skilled player, it could be a giant fireball.

"I need to know...how to defeat him! I need to know his true colors!"

Wang Ye roared and asked the void.

next second.

He regretted it.

He saw the most terrifying scene of his life.

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!

The once pitch-black void shattered instantly.

There was no fireball.

What appeared before him was... an ocean of lightning plasma!