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

If the chaotic metal clapper wants to fix something, the greater the weight of that thing in the world, the more Qi it needs to consume.

At this moment, Jiang An carried countless souls she had imbued with life. Wang Ye's devastating blow, the Chaotic Golden Halberd, was not merely immobilizing Jiang An; it was a forceful confrontation with the thunderclouds and fireballs formed by the immense energy of heaven and earth, as well as all the living beings that had come to life in the surrounding arena!

More importantly, behind Jiang An stands the terrifying will of the invincible maritime emperor who carries the faith of countless people in the new world!

"Oh no... this woman has too much backing! She can't stay still for more than a few seconds!!"

The moment this thought flashed through Wang Ye's mind, Luan Jin Tuo's Qi energy struck an invisible iron wall, and the backlash surged upwards along his meridians.

He was struck as if by a heavy blow, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. The Qi in his body fell into absolute chaos and turmoil in an instant. He couldn't control himself and staggered back more than a dozen steps, each step leaving a deep bloody footprint on the bluestone slab. Finally, he knelt down on one knee with a thud, clutching his chest tightly, his eyes filled with horror and helplessness.

In mid-air, Jiang An brandished the Blade of Justice, commanding the thunderclouds and thunders to unleash a barrage of raging blue lightning. The fireball Zhu Rong transformed into a sea of ​​fire, which, along with the betrayed Xiang Tan Gong De and the screaming hymns of countless bluestone slabs around them, swept fiercely towards the head of Wang Ye, who was kneeling on one knee and had no ability to resist.

Zhuge Qing, standing in the stands, nearly flipped over the railing as he frantically shouted into the stadium, "Old Wang!! Get out of the way!!"

However, seeing the overwhelming attack, Wang Ye didn't even bother to dodge. He brazenly raised his hands above his head, and, his voice hoarse from spitting blood, shouted hysterically at the top of his lungs:

"I'm done fighting! I'm done fighting!!! I surrender!!! The King of Wudang surrenders too!!! Referee, you fucking call a stop right now!!!"

Wang Ye's shout was truly a final burst of strength, and his voice resounded throughout the entire Kabuto Senpai arena.

call--!!!

Just as Wang Ye shouted the words "I admit defeat," Jiang An suddenly swung his right hand.

The thunderclouds and fireballs hovering above Wang Ye's head abruptly ceased all their attacks. The raging, intense heat and pressure caused Wang Ye's full head of black hair to fly wildly backward in the wind.

Wang Ye stood frozen in place, too afraid to move, his breath catching in his throat. A bead of cold sweat slid down his cheek and landed on the ground with a soft thud. If the Second Miss's hand had trembled even a fraction more, he would already be meeting his ancestors at Wudang Mountain.

Seeing Wang Ye surrender so readily, Jiang An frowned and looked at Wang Ye, his tone full of confusion: "Are you letting me win? No need, you don't need to be afraid of your dad, I'll explain. Come on, stand up and keep fighting."

Wang cursed inwardly—didn't you see I've vomited so much blood and am almost half dead? You big dummy!—but he weakly forced a smile and said, "No, no, Second Miss's divine might is unparalleled, I am far inferior to her." As he spoke, he spat out another mouthful of blood for Jiang An to see, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat wholeheartedly."

On the field, after wiping the cold sweat from his brow and swallowing countless times, the referee, a Taoist priest, finally raised his command flag with trembling hands and shouted to the entire arena:

"The winner of the second match is Jiang An from New World!"

Upon hearing the referee's words, the multicolored light of the Transformation Pearl in Jiang An's palm began to dim rapidly. The black thunderclouds in the sky, the madly laughing fireball, the Blade of Justice, and the countless eyes and mouths cracked on the surrounding bluestone slabs all instantly transformed into a sky full of air currents and dissipated back into the air.

The arena returned to calm, with only the charred marks on the ground from the lightning strikes serving as a testament to the breathtaking nature of the attack.

She put away the Transformation Bead and said calmly:

"Nice to meet you."

After speaking, Jiang An turned around, her high black ponytail whipping through the air in a sharp arc. She strode hurriedly towards the New World's preparation area.

Wang Ye staggered to his feet and scrambled off the field.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ping and Jiang Shun, who were watching from the sidelines, also looked extremely puzzled.

"That's it?"

"That doesn't seem right."

Jiang Shun glanced at his second sister Jiang An, who had walked back, and said in a deep voice, "Second sister, was Wang Ye just letting you have your way? We were watching from outside when you were suddenly frozen in mid-air, but a moment later he suddenly vomited blood."

Jiang An carefully recalled Wang Ye's performance: "I don't know, but I don't think so." He then immediately looked at Jiang Ping: "Big brother, could it be that Feng Baobao, whom you fought, was an exception?"

Chapter 141 Conqueror's Happiness

Jiang Ping rubbed his temples, recalling every detail of his previous duel with Feng Baobao. His brows furrowed tightly as he said in a deep voice:

"That shouldn't be the case... Feng Baobao's hand-to-hand combat skills are terrifyingly solid, her instincts are even more bizarre, and her Qi is ridiculously large. Most importantly, she gets stronger the more she fights."

"Perhaps Wang was just someone Wudang randomly brought in to make up the numbers? Or maybe he was afraid to make a move because of his status?"

Standing to the side, Jiang An carefully recalled the brief moment when he fought against Wang Ye on the field.

Jiang An gently shook his head, refuting Jiang Ping's guess:

"It shouldn't be, brother. Wang Ye is definitely not just there to make up the numbers. The formation he used is very strange. I can feel it. If I hadn't given everything around me a soul and given it its own consciousness, it would probably all be under his control within the range of that strange formation. That feeling is very domineering. In that area, he can manipulate space, direction, and fortune at will."

At this point, Jiang An's eyes darkened, and his tone became more serious:

"And at the last moment, with that move of his, I really felt time around me slow down. That feeling of my thoughts being frozen was definitely not an illusion. But before I could find a way to break free, he collapsed and coughed up a mouthful of blood. It seems he suffered a strong backlash from his own move. His methods are very powerful, but he just can't withstand them yet."

After listening to Jiang An's explanation, Jiang Shun, who had been sitting silently to the side, raised his eyebrows.

"Xiao Shun, your next match is against Zhang Lingyu from the Celestial Master's Mansion. Be careful, don't be too careless, but don't scare yourself unnecessarily. You still need to show your true skills and finish this quickly."

Jiang Shun smiled slightly. He stood up, stretched his wrists, and his eyes flashed with a fierce fighting spirit.

"Don't worry, big brother, second sister." Jiang Shun patted his chest, his tone full of absolute confidence. "Now that we've come to our hometown, it's our responsibility to show the might of the new world."

Just as the New World trio finished their conversation, the giant loudspeaker above the Longhu Mountain open space roared once more, its sound echoing in every corner:

[At the Kabaneri Stadium, New World Jiang Shun faces off against Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion!]

As the broadcast ended, the atmosphere at Longhu Mountain was once again pushed to a new peak.

The first two battles in the new world were: one where the dragon transformed into a dragon, with wind and fire reaching the heavens, and the other where all things were given life, with thunder and fire resounding together.

These two earth-shattering battles have already shown all the extraordinary individuals in the country the terror of the new world overseas. And in this battle, the opponents are the youngest son of Jiang Haihuang of the new world, and Zhang Lingyu, the leading figure of the younger generation of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain and the last disciple of the old Celestial Master.

This was undoubtedly a true clash of titans.

The stands surrounding the arena were already packed to capacity. Whether they were ordinary disciples from various sects or renowned masters, everyone stared wide-eyed at the arena.

Step, step, step.

A crisp sound of footsteps rang out. On one side of the arena, Zhang Lingyu stood dressed in an immaculate white Taoist robe, his long, silvery-white hair neatly tied back. His face was handsome and aloof, but at this moment, his brows were filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

Zhang Lingyu walked step by step to the center of the arena and stood still. His gaze fell on Jiang Shun in front of him.

Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath, extended her hands, and bowed respectfully to Jiang Shun. Her clear, cool voice echoed throughout the room:

"Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion, please enlighten me, Uncle."

"……what?"

Upon hearing this address, Jiang Shun, who was about to get into a fighting stance, froze on the spot. He blinked, momentarily speechless.

However, Jiang Shun's mind worked extremely quickly. He stood there for a moment and thought back. Zhang Lingyu's master, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei on the high platform, addressed his father, Jiang Zhen, as "Uncle-Master" according to seniority. Since the old Celestial Master had to address his father as "Uncle-Master," it seemed logical and seniority-wise that Zhang Lingyu, as the old Celestial Master's disciple, should address him as "Uncle-Master."

Thinking of this, Jiang Shun's lips twitched slightly. He had lived this long and had been called "Young Master" or "Monster" countless times overseas, but being called "Uncle-Master" in public was truly unprecedented.

Jiang Shun coughed lightly, concealing his astonishment, and returned the greeting politely, saying:

"Ahem, junior disciple? Never mind, Master Lingyu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

In the center of the arena, the referee, a Taoist priest, stood between the two. He glanced at the composed Jiang Shun, then at the solemn Zhang Lingyu, and without a word, abruptly swung down the command flag in his hand:

"The match begins!!"

boom!!

The moment the referee uttered the word "start," Zhang Lingyu moved.

Without any probing or reservations, Zhang Lingyu directly displayed his most absolute and unreserved fighting stance in the face of the mysterious young master of the new world.

Based on the previous two matches, Uncle Jiang Shun must also possess a Transformation Pearl, so he must go all out from the start; the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for him.

Stab it!

Zhang Lingyu suddenly spread his hands to the sides. In an instant, an extremely cold, viscous, heavy, and corrosive Qi erupted from his body. It was not ordinary lightning magic, nor was it the violent and fierce white lightning of Yang Wu Lei; rather, it was black lightning as deep as ink and as turbulent as flowing water!

Thunder Magic - Water-Dirty Thunder!

Vast swamps of black lightning instantly spread across the ground, like a flowing black swamp, accompanied by a hissing, corrosive sound, sweeping towards Jiang Shun in an overwhelming manner.

This cold, sticky, and all-pervasive power was pushed to its limit by Zhang Lingyu at this moment.

On the viewing platform, in the stands.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei, whose eyes were originally slightly narrowed, opened them completely at this moment.

He looked at Zhang Lingyu, who had turned the water mine to its maximum power without any hesitation, and was slightly taken aback at first, then let out a sigh full of relief.

"This kid has finally been forced to see the light..."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head, looked at Jiang Zhen sitting next to him, and said with a smile:

“Brother Jiang, it seems that the performance of your two children has put a lot of pressure on Lingyu. This child has always been self-conscious and hesitant, always feeling that his Yin Five Thunder is something to be ashamed of. I didn’t expect that today, facing your youngest son, he was able to use the Water Dirty Thunder without any scruples or psychological burden. This is a great thing for him.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhen, who was sitting at the head of the table, raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Oh, so Lingyu has finally fallen for that vixen?"

“Nephew Zhiwei, you’re no good. You can’t even keep an eye on your own disciple.”

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback: "You know?"

The others standing nearby had no idea what kind of sign language the two were using, so they could only continue to keep their eyes on the arena.

In the center of the arena, facing the overwhelming surge of black, dirty mines, Jiang Shun showed no sign of panic.

His gaze changed. Looking at the Thunder Swamp, which corroded everything like ink, Jiang Shun slowly extended his right hand.

In his palm, a Transformation Bead radiating a clear, glassy light instantly lit up.

Unlike Jiang Ping's enormous physical transformation into a half-dragon, and unlike Jiang An's bizarre spiritual methods of making thunderclouds and fireballs grow human faces and all things sing, this is different from the other way around.

The moment Jiang Shun activated the Transformation Pearl, his body did not undergo any major changes, nor did the surrounding inanimate objects come to life.

He made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand.

hum!

A flash of light appeared, and a seemingly ordinary long-handled broadsword suddenly appeared in Jiang Shun's hand. The sword had a simple and unadorned design, a thick blade, and no superfluous decorations, not even any extraneous aura or energy. It was as plain as ordinary iron that had been randomly pulled from a blacksmith's shop.

The audience watched this scene with puzzlement. It was so simple? No way, the first two were like the Thunder and Fire of the Gou Cave, but this third one was so simple?

"I didn't have the earth-shattering changes that my eldest brother and second sister did. I had been wanting a weapon for a while, but before Uncle Ma could get it for me, the Transformation Pearl actually transformed it for me."

The moment Jiang Shun grasped the broadsword and took his first step forward, the atmosphere of the entire arena changed.

"But since the older brothers and sisters have such cool lines, I have to come up with one for myself."

"But fortunately, my actions won't be embarrassing."

Jiang Shun slowly raised his head, staring directly at the black, filthy water-like thunder rushing towards him. His lips moved slightly, and his voice, filled with boundless majesty and absolute dominance, transformed into a declaration that resounded through the soul:

"I will deter, I will cut through the waves, I will make all enemies who dare to offend tremble in fear."

Rumble—!!!

Suddenly, a deep, muffled thunderclap exploded out of nowhere in the void. It was neither Zhang Lingyu's Water Dirty Thunder nor ordinary heavenly thunder, but a terrifying shock that struck the very depths of the soul.