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Shame! An overwhelming sense of shame, like the sea, instantly engulfed him!

The dignified high-ranking priest of the Celestial Master's Mansion, the leader of the younger generation, was interrupted by such an unbearable internal sound at the peak of his thunder magic under the spotlight!

This was more humiliating to him than any defeat!

"Whoosh—!" Another wave of even more ferocious, tsunami-like pain swept in!

Zhang Lingyu's vision suddenly went black, and he could no longer stand up straight, his whole body hunching over violently out of control!

Zhang Lingyu hunched over, pressing one hand tightly and forcefully against her spasming lower abdomen, her knuckles turning a ghastly bluish-white from the excessive force.

"......I..."

The severe abdominal pain made it impossible for Zhang Lingyu to continue the match.

If the competition continues, Zhang Lingyu will have to poop in his pants.

This was absolutely intolerable to Zhang Lingyu!

"...I surrender!"

Before he could finish speaking, he could no longer hold on. He abruptly withdrew his hand from his lower abdomen and almost used both hands and feet to cover his buttocks. In a completely disheveled and extremely embarrassed manner, he stumbled and staggered off the training ground at an almost fleeing speed!

They quickly disappeared at the end of the winding path leading to the nearest outhouse.

Rain, bigger.

The icy rain relentlessly poured down on the vast training ground, washing over Zhang Chulan, who stood frozen in the center of the field, soaked to the bone.

He stood blankly in the murky water, soaked to the bone, muddy water streaming down his hair and cheeks.

He blinked, and rainwater streamed into his eyes.

He subconsciously raised his hand and vigorously wiped his face; the cold touch brought him back to his senses slightly.

We won? Just like that...we won?

He slowly and hesitantly turned around, his gaze sweeping over Rongshan's equally astonished expression on the referee's stand.

Then, he looked at the densely packed audience seats around the training ground.

After a brief, suffocating silence, like the calm before a storm.

"Sh-!!!"

"Shameless!!"

"A conspiracy! It's happening again?! Zhang Chulan!!"

"Get off! You shameless bastard!"

"This...this doesn't count! Senior Brother Lingyu is unwell!" Someone tried to argue, but their voice was drowned out by the even louder noise.

"Bullshit! Why does your stomach hurt only when you win? You're kidding me!"

"That bastard Zhang Chulan must have used some underhanded tricks again! Did he drug me? Or what? Did he curse someone from afar to give them diarrhea?!"

"Hehe...hehe..."

A faint, strange, dry laugh, almost imperceptible to him, escaped uncontrollably from deep within his throat.

He subconsciously raised the hand that had just wiped the rain off his face, and touched his nose somewhat guiltily—not out of shame, but more like a kind of helplessness of "how did I get into this again?", while his fingertips unconsciously rubbed together—as if savoring how the "victory" had come so strangely, so... effortlessly?

Cold raindrops pelted his face. He looked up, gazing at the end of the path where Zhang Lingyu had disappeared.

He looked down at his hands, which were still covered in mud and water from wiping his face.

His palms were empty. Was this the expected desperate gamble?

The anticipated crushing defeat?

Even the traces of desperate struggle were so pale.

Zhang Chulan, once again, "won" in this inexplicable, unbelievable, and bizarre way that is worthy of being recorded in the annals of the extraordinary world.

"Shameless..."

This hat is probably going to be welded to my head forever.

........

Rongshan shouted!

"Zhang Chulan!"

"After a three-day break, the final match will begin in three days!"

"Zhang Chulan vs. Lin Shen".

..........

Feng Zhenghao appeared next to Lin Shen and whispered to him, "Lin Shen, Wang Ai is dead."

Lin Shen: "Hmm?"

Lin Shen was puzzled. "What? Wang Ai is dead? He died just like that?"

Feng Zhenghao's lips twitched.

"You punched Old Man Wang right through the heart, how could he not die?"

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Chapter 89 Lightning Strike

To be honest, Lin Shen was quite surprised by Wang Ai's death. Wasn't the Lü family supposed to be all-powerful? How could they have managed to kill Wang Ai?

However, Lin Shen thought about it and realized that it made sense.

The Lü family possesses two skills, but none of them have the ability to awaken them.

Of the two most promising individuals, Lü Huan died, and Lü Liang became one of the Four Madmen of Quanxing.

.........

After learning that his opponent was Lin Shen, Zhang Chulan paced back and forth anxiously.

Xu Si said, "Zhang Chulan, if you can't take it, just admit defeat!"

Zhang Chulan shook his head.

He said, "I've come this far, how can I admit defeat?"

"Therefore, I will go all out, and it doesn't matter if I lose."

Zhang Chulan harbored a bold idea: he would unleash his full power tomorrow.

This is Longhu Mountain; the advisor won't just let himself die.

Therefore, Zhang Chulan must give it his all.

Even if he's no match for Lin Shen, he should at least... show Zhang Zhiwei his determination!

........

Three days later, the sun was scorching, and wisps of heat were visible to the naked eye from the ground.

The stands were packed with people, a sea of ​​black heads. All eyes were fixed on the two figures in the arena—on one side was Zhang Chulan, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, his back taut like a bowstring; on the other side was Lin Shen, who stood as still as a mountain rock.

Zhang Chulan's Taoist robe was soaked with sweat, leaving dark marks that clung tightly to his skin.

Zhang Chulan is under immense pressure facing Lin Shen!

He forced himself to stare at Lin Shen opposite him, the monster who had crushed all his opponents with inhuman thunderous power all the way through the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

"Calm down...I must calm down..." Zhang Chulan roared inwardly, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to use the pain to suppress the pounding fear that threatened to burst his chest. "His ability...is to transform into lightning, making physical attacks completely ineffective...The defensive field of the Golden Light Mantra would be instantly pierced...My Yang Five Thunderbolts, faced with that terrifying speed and energy, probably wouldn't even be able to get close..."

Tactical ideas flashed wildly through my mind, only to be quickly crushed by the harsh reality.

Despair, like cold vines, coiled upwards along his spine, almost suffocating him.

However, as his gaze swept over Feng Baobao's expressionless yet trusting face in the stands, a torrent of fervent emotion, a mixture of resentment and stubbornness, suddenly breached the dam of fear.

"We can't retreat!" Zhang Chulan's eyes suddenly sharpened.

He suddenly roared, and golden light burst forth from his entire body as if stimulated!

A blinding golden light shot into the sky, condensing into a solid and thick protective shield that enveloped his entire body, as if he were wearing a flowing liquid golden armor.

At the same time, his figure suddenly became erratic, his feet rapidly stomping on the bluestone slabs at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly leaving behind seven or eight afterimages that were difficult to distinguish from the real ones, leaving only a series of sharp whistling sounds and faint golden tails in the air.

"Yang Wu Lei - Swift Thunder!"

Seven or eight gleaming golden "Zhang Chulan" figures pounced on the motionless Lin Shen from different angles with overwhelming force! Fists, palm strikes, and leg shadows, carrying violent energy and deafening thunder, blocked all of Lin Shen's space to dodge in all directions!

This is Zhang Chulan's trump card, a desperate move that combines the defense of the Golden Light Mantra with the explosive speed of Yang Lightning to the extreme!

Wang Ye, watching from the sidelines, clicked his tongue softly and frowned slightly: "This kid... he's really giving it his all."

"I didn't expect him to have this trick up his sleeve."

However, facing this combined attack, powerful enough to instantly injure most extraordinary individuals, Lin Shen didn't even lift an eyelid. Just as those fists and feet, imbued with terrifying power, were about to touch his body...

Shen's entire body, along with his ordinary Taoist robe, instantly transformed into a blinding golden bolt of lightning composed entirely of pure thunder energy!

Seven or eight golden afterimages, each imbued with Zhang Chulan's full power, pierced through the golden humanoid bolt of lightning without any hindrance! Fists, palms, legs—it was as if they had struck nothing but air, completely missing their mark!

The violent energy lost its target after piercing through the lightning, and slammed heavily into the ground behind Lin Shen, producing a dull thud, blasting open several large craters, and sending debris flying like rain, with dust billowing everywhere.

"what?!"

Zhang Chulan's true form staggered out a few meters away, his face ashen, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints from extreme shock.

He could see clearly that his attack had indeed passed through Lin Shen's body!

The lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant, and Lin Shen's figure solidified in the same spot, completely unharmed.

He didn't even move an inch, just calmly looked at Zhang Chulan, whose face was pale, as if looking down at an ant struggling in vain.

"Huff...huff..." Zhang Chulan was breathing heavily, and sweat dripped from his chin like a stream.

The light of the Golden Light Mantra dimmed considerably; the burst of energy just now had almost drained half of his Qi.

"It's not over yet!" he roared hoarsely, slamming his hands down on the ground! The Qi within his body surged out like a floodgate opening!