Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

Jiang Zhen opened the roster and quickly scanned it.

When Jiang Zhen saw the most crucial matchups, he showed a strange expression.

Lu Jin curiously leaned closer and read aloud the match information:

First batch of core battles:

[Jiahualu]: Jiang Ping (New World) VS Feng Baobao (Nadutong)

【Kabaneri of the Iron Swallow】: Jiang An (New World) VS Wang Ye (Wudang)

[Panda B]: Jiang Shun (New World) VS Zhang Lingyu (Longhushan)

At the very bottom of these three heavyweight matchups is an extremely inconspicuous corner:

[Bing Baihe]: Zhang Chulan (All-Knowing) VS Li Si (Rogue Cultivator)

Looking at the match-up chart, the bigwigs on the platform had different expressions.

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled and stroked his beard: "Hey, Lingyu, I didn't expect him to run into Xiaoshun right away." He turned to look at Jiang Zhen, his tone carrying three parts heartache and seven parts helplessness, "Brother Jiang, if your kid doesn't know his own strength, my little apprentice is going to suffer."

Meanwhile, Wang Ai, Lü Ci, and the others sitting to the side, looking at the matchups of Jiang Ping versus Feng Baobao, Jiang An versus Wang Ye, and Jiang Shun versus Zhang Lingyu, secretly rejoiced. Thankfully, their core juniors hadn't run into these three in the first round.

Chapter 138 Everything Dedicated to the Sea Emperor (4000)

Jiang Zhen placed his large hand on the newly delivered match list, his gaze lingering for a moment on the three lines of text: "Jiang Ping vs. Feng Baobao," "Jiang An vs. Wang Ye," and "Jiang Shun vs. Zhang Lingyu." Then, he slowly raised his head, looking at Zhang Zhiwei sitting opposite him with a half-smile.

"Old man, you're trying to pull some dirty tricks on me!" Jiang Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

"Cough cough...cough!"

Zhang Zhiwei, who was calmly sipping his tea, choked a few times, coughed violently, put down his teacup, and instead of showing any embarrassment on his wrinkled old face, he put on an extremely innocent expression, stroked his beard and chuckled, "Brother Jiang, you can't say things like that. The Luotian Grand Ceremony held by Longhu Mountain has always been fair and transparent. This list is a matter of fate, luck, pure luck."

"luck?"

Jiang Zhen tapped Zhang Chulan's name on the roster lightly with his fingers: "My eldest son is going up against that strange girl in the company, my second daughter is going up against that Wudang King who's been hiding his true identity. I remember he visited you a couple of nights ago, right? You don't know his background? My youngest son is going up against your most prized disciple."

"And that Zhang Chulan, he's going to face some nobody named Li Si in the first round? Old man, you probably have more than one set of balls in your draw box, don't you?"

"Hahaha!"

Lu Jin, standing nearby, paused for a moment, then slapped his thigh and burst into hearty laughter, pointing at Zhang Zhiwei's nose and cursing, "Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Zhiwei! I knew you old codger wouldn't be so calm. So you were waiting here all along! You're using your martial uncle's three children as whetstones and cleaners, wanting them to gnaw through all the tough nuts to pave the way for your precious grand-disciple Zhang Chulan!"

Although the others understood that Zhang Zhiwei's actions were a blatant cover-up, they were not foolish enough to expose Zhang Zhiwei's scheme since their own core disciples had not run into those three little monsters from the New World in the first round.

Exposed in public, Zhang Zhiwei stopped pretending. His old face twitched, and he chuckled, "Brother Jiang, don't be so angry. We know your three little guys' abilities very well. If they were to go on a rampage, this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony wouldn't be very interesting. These kids from all over the country have finally managed to participate in this grand event; we should at least leave them with some enjoyment, shouldn't we?"

The old master paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, and lowered his voice, saying, "Besides, that little guy from Wudang and that girl from the company are no pushovers. You rarely bring the kids back to your hometown; wouldn't it be too boring if you didn't let them witness the top skills of the younger generation in the country?"

Jiang Zhen looked at Zhang Zhiwei's shameless, nonchalant attitude and couldn't help but laugh in exasperation: "Fine, Zhang Zhiwei, since you want to play, I'll play along to the end."

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled: "Brother Jiang, don't worry. The young people in China are all healthy and strong, and they're not afraid of taking risks."

Meanwhile, in the front mountain preparation area.

The massive wooden wall was already covered with the final match-up list, and countless onlookers gasped in astonishment as they stared at the breathtaking list.

"Holy crap! Master Wang Ye of Wudang Mountain is going to face off against Jiang An, the second young lady of the New World?!"

"The Spirit Jade Master of Longhu Mountain versus Jiang Shun, the young master of the New World? Wouldn't you call this a clash of titans?"

"And that Feng Baobao... Who is she? How did she end up drawing Jiang Ping, the young master of the New World, in the first round? This girl is doomed!"

At the back of the crowd, Wang Ye was staring intently at his own name. When he saw the name "Jiang An," his handsome face, already showing dark circles under his eyes, instantly fell apart, and he seemed to lose his soul.

"My goodness..." Wang Ye rubbed his temples in pain, muttering, "This old Celestial Master really thinks highly of me. I'm just a lazy Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain, is it really necessary to throw me into this international meat grinder?"

Zhuge Qing appeared beside him at some point, still wearing his signature gentle smile, but with a hint of pity in his eyes: "Master Wang, it seems your luck isn't so good. How about I cast a divination for you now and see how likely you are to end up walking down the mountain sideways?"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes: "Zhuge Qing, stop gloating. If you're itching for a beating, let's switch roles, you go fight that guy in the white coat."

Zhuge Qing smiled and shook his head: "That won't do. This list is the will of Heaven, and it cannot be defied, it cannot be defied."

Wang sighed, put his hands in his sleeves, feeling somewhat irritated. It wasn't that he hadn't tried to understand the inner world, but he couldn't. One was a soaring dragon, another was all things coming to life, and yet another was a sky full of black and red lightning. He knew a little about the last one, since he was at the port that day.

But I couldn't understand the other two at all.

“This isn’t the way of otherworldly beings at all… Are all the creatures from the New World monsters that are outside the norm?” Wang Ye muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, in another corner, Zhang Chulan was pacing around Feng Baobao, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Bao'er! My dear sister! Your opponent in the first round is Jiang Ping! That boss!" Zhang Chulan lowered her voice, speaking rapidly, cold sweat streaming down her forehead. "That guy looks like an iron tower. When you go on stage later, if the situation isn't right, immediately concede! Don't try to fight him head-on, you hear me?!"

Feng Baobao was munching on an ice pop, looking at Zhang Chulan expressionlessly: "Zhang Chulan, don't panic. I just checked that tall guy in white; his Qi is very solid, like a wall. But as long as it's not that old man who makes the move, I can give it a try. If I can't beat him, I'm fast enough to run and he can't catch me."

"It's not a matter of whether we can win or not!" Zhang Chulan was almost going crazy. "I'm afraid that if you hurt him, or he hurts you, we won't be able to handle the situation! Fourth Brother, you should try to persuade Bao'er!"

Xu Si, a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "Chu Lan, haven't you figured it out yet? This roster is clearly a shady operation orchestrated by the Old Master himself. He's trying to lock down these three big shots from the New World, along with some of the most formidable young experts in the country, in the first round. His goal is to let you, the heir to the 'Qi Body Source Flow,' get through the early stages safely. Baby, go up there and fight with all your might, let the people from the New World see how powerful our company is."

Xu San adjusted his glasses and nodded in agreement: "That's right. Jiang Haihuang should have tacitly approved of this list, which means it's a tacitly agreed-upon power struggle between elders. We can't afford to lose in terms of momentum."

After hearing this, Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes helplessly. Looking at the rogue cultivator named "Li Si" on his battle list, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

……

"First match, Jiahualu Arena! Jiang Ping, eldest son of New World, versus Feng Baobao of Nadutong Company! Please enter the arena immediately!"

As the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain proclaimed his verdict, the atmosphere on the entire Longhu Mountain plain instantly reached a climax. Countless extraordinary individuals surged towards the Jia Tie Yan arena like a tidal wave, completely surrounding the circular arena enclosed by giant rocks.

On the high platform, elders from various sects took their seats. Feng Zhenghao adjusted his glasses, his gaze deep; Lu Jin and Lü Ren sat side by side, their expressions solemn. Everyone wanted to see just how much of Jiang Zhen's skill this young man, bearing the halo of "eldest son of the Sea Emperor," had inherited.

"Sister Bao'er, you must be careful! If we can't beat you, we should just admit defeat. It's not shameful!" Zhang Chulan shouted anxiously from the sidelines, grabbing his hair.

Feng Baobao walked into the arena with a kitchen knife in her hand and a blank expression.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ping strode in with steady steps. He was tall and had a resolute face, his white overcoat fluttering in the wind.

"The match begins!" The referee, a Taoist priest, suddenly swung his hand down.

Neither of them made a move immediately. As time ticked by, Jiang Ping's brows furrowed more and more deeply—in his Observation Haki, whenever he sensed even the slightest premonition of an attack, Feng Baobao's body would adjust accordingly, as if she were sensing him as well.

"Strange thing..."

call!

Jiang Ping then took the initiative.

"So fast!" Zhuge Qing's pupils suddenly contracted on the sidelines.

It's not just simple external training or body techniques, but the visual evaporation that occurs when physical strength is pushed to its limit!

Six Styles - Shave!

With a whoosh, Jiang Ping appeared instantly to Feng Baobao's left. He pointed his fingers like knives, his right arm like a steel whip, his fingertips whistling through the air as he thrust them straight at Feng Baobao's shoulder.

Six Styles: Finger Pistol!

This finger strike was not only incredibly fast, but the air itself emitted a sharp, unbearable crackling sound as it was placed before it.

The extraordinary individuals and scions of prominent families in the country who witnessed this scene all gasped in astonishment.

"What kind of technique is this? I didn't see any talismanic blessing, nor any obvious flow of magic, so how can it have such terrifying penetrating power?!"

"This is purely treating the body as a magical weapon for training! Can external martial arts training really reach this level?!"

Faced with this finger that could pierce through everything, Feng Baobao's body twisted in an extremely bizarre way. She didn't use any energy to resist; her whole body was like a pool of boneless liquid. Just as the finger gun was about to touch her clothes, it snapped backward at an unbelievable angle.

boom!

Jiang Ping's finger struck empty air, and the powerful force of the finger slammed into the ground, blasting a fist-sized, bottomless black hole into the hard bluestone slab.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jiang Ping, having missed his first strike, stomped his right foot on the ground and followed up with a sweeping motion.

Six Styles: Storm Kick!

A violent slashing wave appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a blue crescent-shaped blade of energy several meters long, which swept fiercely towards Feng Baobao, skimming along the ground. The bluestone slabs along its path were instantly sliced ​​in two upon contact with this blade of energy.

"My god! He unleashed sword energy with his leg?! Is he even human?!" The jaws of the superhumans in the surrounding stands nearly dropped to the ground. In the world of superhumans, such a technique would require at least considerable swordsmanship, yet this young man had managed to do it with just one leg.

However, Feng Baobao's reaction to this wisp of energy was extremely simple. She didn't even look at the energy blade; she lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure floated over it like a wisp of smoke, passing by it with remarkable ease.

Jiang Ping's expression changed completely.

In the next few minutes, he used "Moonwalk" to continuously stomp the air in the air, creating a sudden attack with no blind spots; he used "Paper Drawing" to try to deflect the opponent's force; his hands were wrapped with Armament Haki and collided head-on with the blade, creating a lot of sparks.

For a moment, the only sounds in the arena were Jiang Ping's ferocious whistling through the air and the clashing of flesh. To outsiders, Jiang Ping seemed to have absolute dominance, forcing Feng Baobao to constantly dodge and retreat.

"Wow, the eldest son of the new world is terrifying to this extent. That girl had no chance to fight back at all," Lu Linglong said, swallowing hard.

Not only the younger generation, but even the older generation became serious upon seeing the intensity of the battle.

"Wait a minute... there's something strange about that girl at the company. Does she act on her impulses? Does she act on her will?"

"Also...did you notice the girl's Qi?"

In the center of the arena, Jiang Ping's forehead was already damp with cold sweat.

He was involved, and his feelings are clearer than anyone else's.

From the beginning to now, the situation has begun to reverse. This girl named Feng Baobao's fighting style is completely irrational. Moreover, she shows no murderous intent, hostility, or tactical intentions; you can't even sense that she's thinking.

Her evasion and counterattacks were almost like the perfect instincts and intuition of a wild beast, always able to find the only blind spot in his six-style combo at the critical moment.

What alarmed Jiang Ping was the terrifying, seemingly endless amount of Qi within the girl's body—that Qi was pure and profound, like a bottomless abyss. No matter how much she squandered it, the strength of the Qi remained at an extremely stable peak, without any sign of diminishing.

What's even stranger is that, with each encounter, she seems to be getting stronger.

boom!

In an unbelievable twist, Feng Baobao's kitchen knife somehow bypassed Jiang Ping's defense and slashed fiercely towards Jiang Ping's chest.

Although Jiang Ping activated Armament Haki instantly, covering his chest with a layer of black light, and the blade scraped against his chest, creating a violent spark, the immense force driven by pure Qi without any impurities still made his blood surge. He couldn't help but take several steps back, leaving a series of cracked footprints on the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

Before he could even stand up straight, Feng Baobao's figure had already clung to him like a leech.

Her movements were chaotic and disorderly—sometimes she would grab pebbles and fling them into his eyes, sometimes she would throw rabid, unruly punches at his face—but each strike carried an overwhelming force. Jiang Ping found himself slowly being suppressed by her chaotic yet incredibly fast attacks.

"How is this possible..."

Jiang Ping desperately tried to block Feng Baobao's relentless attacks with his arms crossed, his body being knocked back step by step, the bluestone slabs under his feet constantly shattering.

A huge wave of emotions surged within him—how could a nobody from his hometown, a mere employee of a company, have managed to push him to this point in a hand-to-hand combat?

But as the first person from the New World to fight, this match was being watched by countless eyes. He represented not only himself, but also the prestige of the New World.

He is the son of the Sea Emperor!