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

Zhang Chulan was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Why is this girl bringing this up again?"

Although Lu Linglong's face was still a little red, her tone carried a hint of gossip and teasing unique to girls: "In this day and age, it's amazing that the world of supernatural beings still has such pure and strange restrictions. For them, it's truly the best of the best. Many of my best friends and sisters are extremely interested in your virginity mark."

Lu Linglong raised an eyebrow and gave Zhang Chulan a meaningful look: "If you can beat me today and act like a man, I can be generous and introduce you to some high-quality women after we go down the mountain. How about it, you won't lose out on this deal, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan unconsciously loosened his grip on his crotch, and his eyes instantly lit up.

How can I introduce you to high-quality, unique women?

This was an irresistible temptation for Zhang Chulan, who had been single for twenty years.

He almost lost his senses, and immediately bowed deeply, repeatedly expressing his gratitude: "Oh! Sister Linglong! You are truly the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva! I thank you in advance for your guidance!"

However, after he finished expressing his gratitude, and as the referee began to walk onto the field to read out the rules, Zhang Chulan's feverish mind gradually calmed down.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes began to dart around rapidly, and he kept calculating in his mind.

Win? Easier said than done.

As Lu Jin's granddaughter, Lu Linglong not only has a family tradition of learning from a young age, but also possesses profound internal cultivation skills of the Quanzhen Sect, making her far superior to those previous nobodies.

If we really have to fight, what tactics should we use?

Using underhanded tactics?

Zhang Chulan glanced slightly behind Lu Linglong and met the gaze of Canglong, who was frantically shouting through a megaphone in the stands. The fat man was staring at him with murderous intent, while the group of "Linglong Party" members beside him were all eager to fight, as if they could jump into the arena and tear Zhang Chulan to pieces if he dared to do anything wrong.

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but swallow hard, secretly thinking: If he were to use underhanded tactics like sneak attacks or throwing lime at Lu Linglong like in the previous rounds... his brainless fans would probably riot on the spot. Besides, Old Master Lu was sitting right there on the platform. If he were to use such underhanded tricks on Lu Linglong's precious granddaughter in front of her grandfather, he probably wouldn't survive to leave the mountain.

Moreover, with the competition reaching the round of 16, those remaining on the field are all top-tier shrewd and skilled individuals. The methods used before, such as relying on luck, trash talk, and acting skills, are unlikely to be effective against an opponent with Lu Linglong's solid strength.

Zhang Chulan stood there, watching Lu Linglong's increasingly aggressive posture, and the relaxed expression on his face gradually faded away.

This first tough battle seems to be unavoidable.

Chapter 149 The Lightning That Is No Longer Hidden

"The competition begins!"

The moment the referee's whistle fell, the balance on the field was instantly shattered.

Lu Linglong paused, then leaped forward like a leopard. She truly lived up to her reputation as the granddaughter of Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders, and had also deeply cultivated internal alchemy within the Quanzhen Sect. The Quanzhen internal alchemy emphasized the dual cultivation of body and spirit, which allowed Lu Linglong to perfectly combine her physical strength with her internal qi, resulting in a solid foundation.

"what!"

Lu Linglong took a step forward and threw a punch, the wind whistling as it went straight for Zhang Chulan's face.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Chulan's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively rolled to the side. The golden light spell on his body instantly lit up, a layer of golden light covering his body, as he attempted to deal with the situation using his usual dodging and parrying techniques.

However, Lu Linglong's attacks were extremely swift. After missing her punch, she used the momentum to twist her waist and hips, delivering a powerful elbow strike that slammed into Zhang Chulan's hastily raised arm.

"boom!"

A dull thud of flesh colliding rang out.

Zhang Chulan felt an immense force travel up his arm, making half of his body numb. The golden light on his body even trembled slightly under Lu Linglong's extremely heavy blow.

"Great! Well done, Sister Linglong!"

"Kill this shameless scoundrel!"

"Let him know how powerful the Lu Family Troupe is! Go, Linglong!"

In the stands, the cheering squad, led by Canglong, erupted in deafening cheers as Lu Linglong gained an absolute advantage from the very beginning. Canglong, holding a megaphone, screamed at the top of his lungs, his face flushed red, wishing he could go up there and punch Zhang Chulan in Lu Linglong's place.

On the high platform.

Watching his granddaughter's clean and crisp moves and solid footwork below the stage, Lu Jin couldn't help but smile with pride on his previously tense, aged face. He stroked his beard and said to Zhang Zhiwei beside him, "My granddaughter has suffered quite a bit at the Quanzhen Sect. If your Chu Lan is still planning to cheat her way through like she did in the previous rounds, she's in for a big scare today."

Zhang Zhiwei remained calm, simply gazing down without responding to Lu Jin's words. A glint of something only he understood flashed in his usually narrowed eyes.

In the center of the training ground, the battle continues.

Lu Linglong's offensive was like a storm, forcing Zhang Chulan to retreat step by step.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more heavy punches slammed into Zhang Chulan's protective golden light. Zhang Chulan felt it was unbearable; the Qi generated by the Quanzhen Inner Alchemy Technique was too pure, and each impact was powerful and heavy. If he continued to retreat like this, he would be forced out of the martial arts arena in just a few more moves.

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth and endured the pain while rapidly calculating in his mind. A direct confrontation wouldn't work; he needed to find an opportunity—but Lu Linglong's attacks were too relentless, giving him no room to breathe. He needed to wait for a moment, a moment when she attacked with all her might and had no time to retract her attack. Until then, he could only endure.

At this moment, Lu Linglong had closed to within two meters of him. Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang Chulan's breathing became somewhat unstable, she took a sudden step forward with her right foot, her movements wide and powerful, and all her strength was instantly concentrated in her right fist.

"Zhang Chulan! It's over!" Lu Linglong shouted, her right fist carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, slamming straight towards Zhang Chulan's chest.

The die-hard fans in the stands had already started cheering in advance. In their eyes, Zhang Chulan, who had no way to avoid it, would be sent flying out of the arena by this punch in the next second.

However, facing this unavoidable punch, Zhang Chulan surprisingly didn't dodge this time. He stood rooted to the spot, his feet firmly planted on the ground like the roots of an old tree. Lu Linglong's fist was already inches away, the wind from the punch blowing his hair back. In that instant, Zhang Chulan's eyes changed—that mercenary, lewd, and pretentious look finally began to fade away, bit by bit.

"Om-!"

A strange, low hum emanated from Zhang Chulan's body without warning. Immediately afterward, the thin layer of golden light on his body surface became extremely dense in an instant, as if it had transformed into a tangible golden armor.

Lu Linglong's expression changed, and before she could react, she saw Zhang Chulan across from her suddenly raise his right hand.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

A sharp, piercing sound, like the simultaneous cries of thousands of birds, suddenly resounded throughout the entire training ground.

In an instant, the dense golden energy in Zhang Chulan's right palm underwent a strange transformation. The golden light began to collapse and compress violently inward, and finally, a dazzling pure white bolt of lightning exploded in Zhang Chulan's palm!

"Boom—!"

Yang Five Thunders, Palm Thunder!

A violent bolt of lightning tore through the air, and large arcs of electricity, like silver snakes, swirled wildly around Zhang Chulan's body. The ear-piercing thunder instantly drowned out the shouts, gongs, and drums of Canglong and the others in the stands.

Lu Linglong was closest to the source, and the moment that terrifying power of thunder erupted, the sense of crisis cultivated by her Quanzhen Inner Alchemy technique went off like a mad alarm. Almost instinctively, she abandoned her attack, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and did her best to mobilize the Qi within her body to protect her entire body.

"Linglong, I'm sorry, I finally got my chance."

"go with!"

Zhang Chulan unleashed a palm strike.

The blinding white lightning transformed into a thick pillar of electricity, slamming solidly into Lu Linglong's crossed arms.

"what!"

Her body tumbled several times in the air before losing her balance and collapsing to her knees with a dull thud. She gritted her teeth, trying to get back up, but her whole body was numb, and her arms trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, Lu Linglong's clothes were charred black by the lightning, and her body was still trembling slightly, with tiny sparks of electricity flickering on it.

An eerie silence fell over the training ground once again.

Everyone stared blankly at the young man in the center of the arena, whose body was surrounded by lightning.

After a brief silence, a roar of gasps, a hundred times more frenzied than before, erupted from the stands.

"Holy crap! Thunder magic! That's the Heavenly Master's Mansion's thunder magic!"

"That bastard Zhang Chulan actually knows lightning magic? Isn't he just a scoundrel who only knows underhanded tricks?"

"Don't be shameless! This guy really did hide something! And it's such a powerful killing move!"

Canglong jumped up from the stool, unaware that the megaphone in his hand had fallen to the ground and shattered. His small eyes widened in disbelief, and his face showed an expression of utter disbelief.

On the high platform.

Lu Jin was so shocked that she stood up abruptly, gripping the wooden railing tightly with both hands. Her eyes were fixed on the lightning emanating from Zhang Chulan, and she turned to Zhang Zhiwei in astonishment: "This, this is the mark of your Celestial Master's Mansion's successor! The Five Thunder Orthodox Technique! That Huaiyi guy actually passed this on to this kid too?!"

Zhang Zhiwei slowly put down the teacup he had been holding. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at his grand-disciple below the stage who had finally displayed his true formidable aura, and a satisfied and gratified smile finally appeared on his lips.

“This kid…” Zhang Zhiwei murmured, his tone light and pleased, “He’s suffered so much and kept it hidden for so many years, and today… he’s finally willing to stop hiding it.”

The original plot should have ended here, and the World Emperor would gradually appear next. But I feel like I wrote terribly, and I'm a bit out of control. If you don't mind, please continue reading; if you do, please be gentle with your criticism. (Sad~~~)

Chapter 150 The Final Battle is Over

In the center of the training ground, the residual power of the lightning explosion still lingered in the air, emitting a faint crackling sound.

Lu Linglong knelt on one knee, her hands gripping the ground tightly, her forehead covered in cold sweat. She gritted her teeth, her large eyes fixed on Zhang Chulan not far away, her gaze filled with an unyielding stubbornness. She was completely unprepared for Zhang Chulan to have such a trump card up his sleeve, and almost without warning, she took the palm strike head-on.

At this moment, the violent lightning energy was still raging wildly through her meridians and muscles. Lu Linglong took a deep breath, trying to forcefully suppress the numbness, but just as she tried to stand up and move around, her legs went weak, and she lost her balance, almost falling to the ground.

Seeing this, the white lightning on Zhang Chulan's body didn't completely dissipate; it still swirled around him, emitting a piercing shriek. He straightened his back slightly, and the cold expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by that smug, infuriating face that made everyone grit their teeth in hatred.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and strolled over slowly, stopping a few meters away from Lu Linglong at a safe distance. He chuckled and said:

"Sister Linglong, you flatter me! Um... we may fight and joke around, but we can't go back on what we agreed on on stage. After we come down the mountain, you absolutely can't renege on your promise to give me the WeChat contact information for our high-quality sisterhood. My happiness for the rest of my life depends entirely on you!"

Hearing this, Lu Linglong was so angry she almost spat out blood. She stared intently at Zhang Chulan's irritating face, her internal energy surging wildly. Thanks to her solid foundation, sensation in her limbs began to return rapidly, and she could even slightly move her fingertips. She raised her head, glaring fiercely at Zhang Chulan, poised to pounce again.

Zhang Chulan had been keeping a close eye on Lu Linglong's movements. When he saw that Lu Linglong's eyes had changed and that her aura had begun to fluctuate violently, his heart skipped a beat.

"Holy crap, is the Quanzhen School's kung fu this weird? It can get rid of paralysis so quickly?"

Zhang Chulan cursed inwardly. He knew that if Lu Linglong, that crazy girl, really recovered and fought him to the death, even if he won, he would be badly injured. Besides, he didn't want to fight a life-or-death battle with the Ten Elders' granddaughter on Longhu Mountain.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan did not hesitate at all, and did not even say a word of unnecessary nonsense. He raised his hand and delivered another palm lightning strike, which was extremely accurate and delivered again.

"Sizzle—!"

A white bolt of lightning struck Lu Linglong precisely as she had just raised half her body.

Lu Linglong froze instantly. Under the stunned gaze of the entire audience, the Lu family's precious granddaughter rolled her eyes, a wisp of white smoke comically escaping her mouth, before her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

"Damn it! Don't be shameless! The enemy is already immobilized and you still want to finish them off!"

"Zhang Chulan! I'm not finished with you!"

Seeing this, Canglong in the stands was so angry that he broke the last of his cheering sticks in his hand and roared furiously.

The Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, who was in charge of the refereeing, also twitched at the corner of his mouth. He then took a deep breath and loudly announced:

"The winner is Zhang Chulan!"

Upon hearing the announcement, Zhang Chulan immediately withdrew his lightning magic, dusted himself off, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the surrounding stands, and amidst a deafening chorus of boos, contentedly slipped back to the contestants' entrance.

Meanwhile, Lu Jin in the stands was chasing Zhang Zhiwei with a chair, hitting him.

As time went on, the round of 16 matches came to an end, followed by the quarterfinals, semifinals, and the final showdown.

In the quarterfinals, it was Jiang Shun's turn to step onto the stage, the last remaining player. His opponent was mentally prepared to face a monster from overseas. However, when Jiang Shun stepped onto the stage, he didn't even draw his weapon; he simply picked at his ear listlessly and waved to the referee, a Taoist priest.