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

"That's the future Celestial Master..."

Those in the seats who hadn't paid much attention to Zhang Zhiwei before suddenly became serious.

Lu Ci's brother, Lu Ren, narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, he still believed in his ability to judge people. This young Taoist priest gave him an extremely oppressive feeling from the moment he entered, and his eyes involuntarily glanced at Jiang Zhen.

Then he whispered to Lü Ci, "Second brother, watch carefully, watch closely, and put away your arrogant attitude."

Lu Ci, unusually, did not retort, but stared intently at Zhang Zhiwei in the center of the arena, the Ruyi Force in his hand unconsciously beginning to circulate.

Upon hearing the words "the surname Zhang," Lu Jin's previously high-spirited demeanor suddenly vanished. As the pride of the Lu family and a direct disciple of the Left Sect Master, he naturally knew what this surname represented.

He suppressed all his ease, bowed deeply to Zhang Zhiwei, and said with an unprecedented seriousness, "Lu Jin of the Sanyi Sect, please enlighten me, Senior Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Zhiwei scratched his head. He looked at Lu Jin, then at his master in the distance with a livid face, then at the rebellious life force on Lu Jin's body, and then seemed to understand something: "Junior Brother Lu, please give me your guidance."

"excuse me!"

Lu Jin shouted, and the Qi within his body surged instantly. He pushed the first level of the Reverse Life Triple Realm to its limit. His white hair almost vanished in the midday sun, most of his body became crystal clear, and he exuded a dreamlike and holy aura.

The reversal of life energy surged from his skin and flesh, transforming him almost into a white streak of light, his figure as swift as lightning. In this charge, Lu Jin held nothing back; the reversal of life energy contained in his palm was like a white scalpel capable of cutting through all matter, aimed directly at Zhang Zhiwei's shoulder.

"Senior Brother Zhang, take this!"

However, Zhang Zhiwei's reaction surprised everyone.

Zhang Zhiwei squinted, and the sleepy look on his face finally disappeared.

Faced with Lu Jin's fierce attack, Zhang Zhiwei simply raised his right hand, extended a palm, and then went straight to meet Lu Jin.

It was a simple action, but in Lu Jin's eyes, that slap felt like it covered the entire sky, leaving him nowhere to escape and nowhere to avoid it.

"Snapped!!!"

Zhang Zhiwei struck Lu Jin directly on the jaw with his palm.

The extremely crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire Lu family compound.

In that instant, the holy and powerful white Qi of reversal that had enveloped Lu Jin's entire body collapsed and dissipated instantly, like a soap bubble that had been casually popped by a naughty child.

Lu Jin was completely stunned. After staggering a few steps, she knelt down on the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Zuo Ruotong was satisfied. Zhang Jingqing closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight.

Lu Jin struggled to his feet, a bright red handprint visibly swollen on his left cheek. He wanted to project the composure expected of a scion of a prestigious family. He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Zhang," and to say that he was "fine."

But the feeling of being wronged and utterly crushed surged up like a tide, and in the end, she still spoke out.

"I...I'm fine...Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Zhang..."

If you ignore his sniffling nose, the tears streaming down his face, and his choked sobs, you might actually be intimidated by him.

The originally serious atmosphere became extremely eerie at this moment.

"Pfft..." Lu Ci couldn't help but laugh. Although he knew it was inappropriate, he couldn't suppress the comical feeling of seeing Lu Jin being slapped into a "crying baby".

"Second brother, hold it in! Don't laugh!" Although Lü Ren said this, he himself was also struggling to hold back.

But Old Master Lu couldn't hold back any longer: "My grandson was beaten and cried, hahaha."

Immediately afterwards, the younger members of each family could no longer contain themselves and burst into suppressed laughter. There was little malice in their laughter; it was more of a mockery of Lu Jin.

But this was immediately followed by angry rebukes from the elders of each family:

"You little brat, haven't you had your skin tightened in a while?!"

"Go back and copy the scriptures fifty times!"

"Laugh? I'll make you laugh your fill when we get back!"

……

In the center of the arena, Zhang Zhiwei was completely embarrassed. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, standing there helplessly, looking at Lu Jin on the ground, and then at his master in the main seat, who was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

“Um… Junior Brother Lu, you…” Zhang Zhiwei’s voice trailed off.

Zhang Jingqing took a deep breath and gritted her teeth as she squeezed out a few words: "Zhang—Zhi—Wei! Get back here!"

The eldest son of the Lu family suffered a major defeat.

Just when everyone thought the farce was about to end with Lu Jin's tears and the banquet was about to come to an awkward close, a bold and untimely voice suddenly rang out amidst the noise.

"Hahaha! It is a great fortune to meet so many outstanding talents today. It is truly a great blessing in my life."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Fifth Master Feng, who had been silent all along, had suddenly stood up casually. He patted the ill-fitting black robe he was wearing, his face flushed, whether from the alcohol or from his surging emotions, it was hard to tell.

Master Feng strode to the sidelines, clasped his hands in greeting to Zhang Jingqing, Zuo Ruotong, and Old Master Lu, who were seated in the main seats, and his loud voice echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Today is the 100th birthday of Old Master Lu, and I, a junior in the martial arts world, have truly broadened my horizons. Having witnessed the immortal arts and Taoist techniques of various famous sects, I, Fifth Master Feng, would like to take advantage of this momentous occasion to demonstrate some of our humble skills to you senior masters!"

Grandpa Lu wiped away the tears of laughter and said, "Alright, alright, continue, continue."

Zuo Ruotong's interest was piqued, and she nodded politely.

"Please make yourself at home, Chief Feng."

Zhang Jingqing was somewhat surprised. If she wasn't lacking in self-awareness, could there be some kind of surprise?!

Although it's hard to believe, heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river; what if it happens?

After glancing at Zhang Zhiwei, he became even angrier and quickly stepped forward to grab Feng Wuye's hands.

"Quickly, quickly invite them in!"

Master Feng chuckled, then abruptly turned his head, his gaze flashing like lightning as he looked at Jiang Zhen sitting behind him, and shouted:

“Jiang Zhen!” Fifth Master Feng’s voice was rough yet filled with pride.

"exist!"

Jiang Zhen slowly stood up from his seat.

"Accompany Master Zhang to demonstrate for the seniors."

Chapter 17 Zhang Zhiwei VS Jiang Zhen 1

With Fifth Master Feng's deep, heroic roar, the atmosphere in the entire Lu family's martial arts arena shifted again in a strange way.

The awkward and comical scene that had started because Lu Jin had been beaten to tears was abruptly dispelled by the rough and unruly atmosphere emanating from the docks. Everyone's gaze passed over the mess and landed on the man slowly rising from his seat.

Jiang Zhen acted calmly and slowly adjusted his sleeves.

Although his current cultivation level is indeed inferior to that of those renowned disciples, he possesses an overwhelming advantage in terms of physique alone. As he walked step by step to the center of the arena, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"What a burly man..."

"What kind of physique did he train? Look at those shoulders, they're almost as wide as a millstone."

Master Feng strode to the sidelines, cupped his hands in greeting to Zhang Jingqing and Zuo Ruotong in the main seats, and introduced them in a loud voice:

"Esteemed seniors, fellow cultivators! This is Jiang Zhen, the third leader of the Shanghai Canal Gang. My brother had some fortuitous encounters in his early years, awakening a set of innate abilities. In terms of life cultivation, he may not be as profound as the disciples of your prestigious families, but in terms of this innate ability..."

Master Feng chuckled, his tone revealing an undisguised pride: "I dare say, no one can surpass him!"

Normally, such words would have drawn boos, but with Lu Jin's miserable state before them, the crowd felt a sense of anticipation—perhaps this "wild fox Zen" from the dock could really cause some trouble for that unfathomable little Taoist.

Of course, some people at the scene had heard of Jiang Zhen and explained it to those who were not clear about it.

"Jiang Zhen, also known as the River-Shaking Dragon, is said to have innate superpowers that allow earth dragons to turn over and command the waves of rivers."

"Of course, it was just hearsay, but now I have the opportunity to witness the truth of the rumors."

At this moment, Jiang Zhen had already stood opposite Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei was already considered tall for his age, with a slender figure and an air of otherworldly elegance. But when Jiang Zhen stood in front of him, Zhang Zhiwei found himself having to tilt his head slightly upwards.

Jiang Zhen was a full head taller than Zhang Zhiwei. His muscles were solid and not bulky. Due to the subtle transformation of the "Tremor-Tremor Fruit", his frame was extremely large. When he stood there, he was like an iron tower, and the shadow he cast enveloped Zhang Zhiwei completely.

"Hiss..." Zhang Zhiwei stopped his awkward head-scratching, a strange light flashing in his narrowed eyes.

He wasn't arrogant; he genuinely had the ability. But the Jiang Zhen before him gave him a completely different feeling than Lu Jin.

Lu Jin was like a clear pool of water, pure yet easily seen through; while Jiang Zhen before him was like a dormant volcano, calm on the outside but harboring a violent power that made even this "mistaken Zhang" feel a chill run down his spine.

“Interesting.” Zhang Zhiwei’s lips curled into a smile. “Brother Jiang’s physique is really putting a lot of pressure on me.”

Jiang Zhen took a deep breath and bowed to Zhang Zhiwei with clasped hands.

"Jiang Zhen of the Cao Gang, please give me your guidance, Master Zhang."

To be honest, looking at Zhang Zhiwei, Jiang Zhen was also somewhat intimidated.

Even though he possesses the strongest physical weapon in the One Piece world, the "Tremor-Tremor Fruit," and even though he has now cultivated the Qi that can alleviate the side effects of tremors, the person standing opposite him is still Zhang Zhiwei!

Before transmigrating, Jiang Zhen had read countless stories of transmigrators' achievements in Yang Shizi's novels. No matter how powerful those predecessors were, such as possessing the divine power of twelve talismans, the steel body of the Homelander, the Rinnegan Zanpakuto, or even the destiny of the Collapsing Iron Star God...

But once you encounter this old Taoist priest named Zhang Zhiwei (or the young Taoist priest nowadays), you feel like you'll inexplicably and automatically enter a kind of supernatural mode, as if the Three Pure Ones would all get slapped if they came.

Before the battle even officially began, Jiang Zhen took the lead in unleashing his "Vibration Perception 2.0".

In an instant, all the frequencies within a hundred meters radius transformed into three-dimensional images reflected in his mind. This perception no longer depended on the air, but rather on the ground and the flow of Qi.

The moment Jiang Zhen released his senses, Zhang Jingqing, the Celestial Master, and Zuo Ruotong, the Sect Leader, raised their eyebrows almost simultaneously.

"Hmm?" Zhang Jingqing, who was still having a headache because Zhang Zhiwei had made Lu Jin cry, suddenly sat up straight, her eyes sharp as an eagle.

“Although this young man’s Qi is weak, the way his divine sense is spreading… is not right.” Zhang Jingqing said to Zuo Ruotong in a low voice, “It’s not just simple perception, it’s more like a kind of ‘resonance.’ He’s trying to capture the… frequency of all the objects in the room.”

Zuo Ruotong also showed a solemn expression: "He is 'listening'. Not just with his ears, he is using every pore of his body to 'listen' to the fluctuations of all things. This kind of innate ability is indeed rare."

In the center of the arena, Zhang Zhiwei, who was directly in the line of fire, felt it most acutely. He felt that in that instant, the giant opposite him was no longer a simple creature, but rather like a huge tuning fork vibrating at high speed, with invisible ripples sweeping across his body in circles.

"Oh?" Zhang Zhiwei chuckled, and golden light suddenly shone from his body.

"Master Zhang, take this!"

Jiang Zhen took the initiative. He took a step, and the bluestone bricks beneath his feet silently turned into dust with that one step.

His fists clenched suddenly, and a dense, almost tangible, milky-white sphere of light abruptly rose from the surface of his large fists.

That's a sign that the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit is starting to be activated!

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked out in that instant, and the space emitted an extremely piercing sound, like the groan of glass before it shatters.

"What is that?!"