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Zhang Chulan: "Why is the schedule being rearranged?"
Xu Si shrugged and said, "Who knows? Who cares? Let's compete on our own."
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Just then, Rong Shan shouted, "First match members, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, enter the arena!"
Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing entered the Jia competition arena.
Wang Ye did not want to compete in the first match.
However, since we're already here, let's just have a competition.
“Wudang, also known as Wang.”
"The Wuhou School, Zhuge Qing."
The two clasped their fists together, and Zhuge Qing could sense that Wang Ye was also a sorcerer.
The Qimen Dunjia formation silently spread from beneath Zhuge Qing's feet.
However, Wang Ye remained lazy and did not pay any attention.
In the center of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony venue, that small area seemed to have been cut open, becoming a battlefield isolated from the world.
Zhuge Qing stood tall and elegant, like a bamboo swaying in the wind, his simple long robe fluttering even without wind.
He slightly raised his hand, and the Qi flowing around his fingertips guided the huge and complex Qimen formation beneath his feet to slowly rotate. Kan water, Li fire, Zhen thunder, Xun wind, the four plates and eight gates, all kinds of phenomena, all flowed and died within a small space according to his will.
He squinted and said calmly, "Master Wang, I am Zhuge Qing, the Martial Marquis of Qimen Dunjia. Please enlighten me!"
Wang Ye stood loosely, his wide Taoist robe sleeves almost touching the ground. He even yawned, looking sleepy and lazy. Only his half-closed eyes occasionally flashed with a calm glint. He casually cupped his hands in greeting: "Ah, Brother Zhuge, fighting and killing is so boring... But since you're standing here, then... please."
Wang Ye's posture made it seem as if he were facing not the renowned martial arts genius of the supernatural world, but an ordinary person.
Zhuge Qing lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the entire massive Qimen formation instantly lit up with a dark blue light. Countless fine, spiderweb-like energy trajectories radiated out from beneath his feet, firmly locking Wang Ye into the core of the formation.
"The character Xun, the power of the Eight Gods, and the Teng Snake!"
With a shout, his hands formed hand seals with lightning speed. In an instant, the light in the training ground twisted and rippled eerily, violently vibrating. Countless translucent "Teng Snakes" formed from wind swarmed towards Wang Ye from all directions, from blind spots!
However, Wang Ye remained standing in the same spot, without even moving the hem of his clothes.
He simply raised his right hand casually, pressing his five fingers lightly in front of him, as if brushing away a wisp of annoying dust.
A simple, almost supernatural movement, yet it was like a stabilizing force thrown into a raging torrent! The ferocious, devouring spiritual serpents, less than three feet in front of him, seemed to have crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall, collapsing and annihilating into specks of energy that dissipated into the restless air.
Wang Ye even yawned lazily, his voice carrying a hint of helpless weariness: "Brother Zhuge, this fancy thing is too noisy and disruptive."
Zhuge Qing opened his eyes, his pupils contracting almost imperceptibly, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
"Separation Word - Crimson Serpent!" He slammed his hands together and then pulled them apart!
The Qimen Dunjia formation beneath his feet blazed brightly in the direction of the Li Palace, a line of fire, carrying the intense heat to burn everything, tore through the air and emitted a piercing shriek, shooting straight at Wang Ye's face!
Wherever the fire passed, the air was scorched and twisted into visible ripples, and even the hard stone slabs on the ground were instantly melted and charred into grooves!
"Kun Character - Earth River Chariot!" Almost at the same instant the Crimson Flame shot out, Zhuge Qing stomped his foot forcefully! A thick, earth-yellow Qi wave surged and roared in the Kun Palace direction.
The entire ground where Wang Ye stood, spanning several zhang in circumference, seemed to have been violently torn apart and lifted by an invisible giant hand!
Huge clods of earth and rocks were swept up by the violent earth elemental power, transforming into a ferocious "earth dragon" made of rocks and soil. It roared and burst out of the ground, crashing into Wang Ye from below!
Above, flames blaze from the heavens; below, dragons cleave the earth. Let's see how Wang Ye copes!
Offstage, countless spectators held their breath, their hearts gripped by the furious and exquisite teamwork. Zhang Chulan's eyes widened as he murmured, "Old Qing is really going all out... a pincer attack from above and below, there's no way to avoid it!"
At the critical moment, Wang Ye still didn't move. Facing the deadly attack from both above and below, he even slightly closed his eyes, as if sensing the subtle flow of Qi in the air. Just as the fire was about to scorch his hair and the earthen dragon was about to shatter the soles of his feet—
"The Golden Watchman."
Three words floated lightly from his mouth.
Time, within the extremely small area around him, underwent a strange displacement and stagnation!
The crimson line of fire, powerful enough to melt gold and iron, suddenly slowed to the crawling speed of a snail, its intense light advancing inch by inch with difficulty, just inches from his face.
Below, the roaring earthen river cart, its menacing rock dragon head seemingly frozen in mid-air, the flying gravel and dust suspended motionless, forming a breathtaking static picture.
Wang Ye's figure, in this almost frozen space-time gap, like a fish swimming in water, defied common sense and appeared three zhang away, lightly "glided" out of the deadly angle formed by the fire line and the earth dragon.
Not a speck of dust was disturbed where Wang Ye landed.
This is the chaotic metal clapper.
Slow down time around you by 20 times.
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Chapter 78 Qimen after the wind
"what?!"
Zhuge Qing gasped in shock, his handsome face showing intense astonishment for the first time.
His mastery of divination techniques was like a child's building blocks, easily manipulated by Wang Ye.
His prized martial arts skills were so weak that he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.
An unprecedented chill, mixed with the pride and persistence in the blood of the descendants of Zhuge Liang, instantly seized Zhuge Qing.
He held nothing back anymore, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.
His hands moved at an incredible speed, forming hand seals with each gesture, causing the vast sea of Qi within his body to boil violently! The massive Qimen formation beneath his feet groaned under its strain, the light of the four plates and eight gates flickered wildly and erratically, and the entire space of the training ground began to twist and deform violently!
"Separation Word - Separation Yang True Fire - Burning Heaven and Earth!"
Zhuge Qing spat out a mouthful of pure, crimson true qi, as if igniting an invisible fuse.
In an instant, centered on him, crimson, pure white, and dark blue—three terrifying true fires containing completely different yet equally destructive properties—erupted like a torrent of flames gushing from the abyss of purgatory!
Crimson fire scorches, burning away all form; white fire extinguishes, annihilating life; blue fire chills, freezing the soul!
The three-colored true fires intertwined and spun together, forming a destructive flame vortex with a diameter of over ten zhang, which completely swallowed Wang Ye and that space!
"The character '巽' signifies a strong wind!"
The wind fanned the flames, further amplifying the power of the True Yang Fire!
The vortex of flames spun wildly, emitting a deafening roar. The temperature at its center was so high that even the spectators in the distance felt their hair and beards burning. The air was completely sucked out, and the light was completely distorted and swallowed up, as if a small fiery hell had appeared there!
The True Fire of Departing Yang is a simplified version of the True Fire of the Zhuge Family.
“It’s over… The Zhuge family’s True Fire of Departing Yang has been unleashed…” Feng Xingtong’s voice trembled slightly.
"Old Wang!" Zhang Chulan's heart jumped into his throat.
However, at the core of that three-colored true fire vortex—powerful enough to incinerate mountains, boil seas, and distort time and space—
Wang Ye's figure, however, was like a rock that remained unmoved amidst raging waves.
He remained firmly in his original position, the small area beneath his feet seemingly becoming the only absolutely still "origin" in the eye of the storm. He raised one hand, fingers slightly spread, and gently clenched it towards the roaring, raging torrent of three-colored true fire, capable of incinerating everything.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent energy clash.
The roaring, swirling vortex of true fire, which seemed to burn the heavens to ashes, was choked by an invisible, time-traveling giant hand under Wang Ye's casual grasp!
The raging flames suddenly froze, the crimson, pure white, and ghostly blue light maintaining its surging and roaring posture, but abruptly frozen in the air.
The destructive torrent, just inches away from Wang Ye, was forcibly imprisoned and frozen by a more magnificent and primordial power of rules!
The color drained from Zhuge Qing's face instantly, his body swayed violently, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out, staining his clean front.
He stared intently at the frozen flame, his pupils contracting violently from extreme shock and the collapse of his understanding. His martial arts technique, which he had poured his heart and soul into and was so proud of, had been frozen in such a... such an absurd way?
This has gone beyond the realm of technique and touched upon the level of principle!
He frantically tried to reconnect with the frozen Yang True Fire and to reverse the Qimen formation beneath his feet, but all he received in return was utter silence and nothingness.
It was as if the ancient and exquisite Wuhou Qimen formation beneath his feet was nothing more than a child's scribble that could be scribbled on or even completely erased in front of Wang Ye at this moment.
"Why?! My system... my fire... why won't it obey me?!" Zhuge Qing's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief, despair, and confusion.
Wang Ye slowly lowered his hand.
With his movements, the terrifying True Fire of the Departing Sun, frozen in time like a work of glass art, vanished silently like a punctured dream bubble, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the flowing air, leaving no trace of heat, as if the earth-shattering scene had never existed.
He raised his eyes and looked at the distraught Zhuge Qing across from him. His gaze remained calm, yet it carried a profound depth that penetrated appearances and pointed directly to the source.
"Brother Zhuge,"
Wang Ye's voice was calm, yet every word struck Zhuge Qing's already crumbling defenses like a hammer blow.
"The 'circumstance' beneath your feet, the 'direction' in your eyes, the 'good and bad fortune' and 'mutual restraint' you perceive in your heart... is all of this truly ordained by Heaven? Or..." He paused slightly, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to emanate a silent, deep pulsation from the depths of the earth... "...or is it ordained by man?"
These words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in Zhuge Qing's mind! His worldview, which he had painstakingly upheld, and the profound principles of Qimen Dunjia that he had been immersed in and revered since childhood, were completely overturned and shattered at this moment!
He suddenly looked down at the dim, lifeless Qimen formation beneath his feet, then looked up at the seemingly empty land beneath Wang Ye's feet, which seemed to contain the secrets of the universe's flow.
A terrifying thought, so chilling it made his soul tremble, grew uncontrollably and expanded wildly, instantly taking over his entire mind—
"The Heart Sutra of Qimen Manifestation!"
Zhuge Qing activated the Qimen Manifestation Heart Sutra, wanting to see if his guesses were right or wrong!
The place where the person before you stands is the only "central palace" of this world! The place where his thoughts are directed is the absolute "origin" of the flow of time and space, the generation and restraint of the five elements, and the rotation of the four plates!
Time, space, energy, matter... the fundamental laws that constitute the operation of this battlefield and even this world have lost their inherent and unshakable "constant" meaning in the small area under Wang Ye's feet.
They are no longer the cold, fixed rules of Heaven hanging high above, but have become... variables that can be redefined and freely rewritten by Wang Ye's will! Good or bad fortune? It's merely a change of his mind; mutual generation and restraint? It's merely determined by his thoughts; direction? It's merely the destination of his footsteps!
I am the direction! I am fortune and misfortune!
I am the... ruler of this world!
These eight words, like the heaviest and hottest brand, were deeply imprinted on the soul of Zhuge Qing.
His prized Wuhou Qimen, the ingenious schemes he devised with all his wisdom, and the astonishing techniques he painstakingly employed all seemed so laughable, so pale, so... insignificant in the face of Wang Ye's power, which was almost "the Way".
An unprecedented, overwhelming fear, stemming from the very instinct of life, mixed with boundless awe of the "Tao," instantly engulfed Zhuge Qing like a cold tide.
His head was bowed, his loose blue hair obscuring his expression. Only his violently heaving shoulders and his hands, clenched so tightly they were white and digging into the ground, silently spoke of the turbulent emotions churning within him. Pride had been utterly crushed, and confidence completely destroyed.
A deathly silence fell over the training ground. Even the wind seemed to have stopped, and time itself appeared to have frozen in that moment. Everyone was utterly stunned by this unimaginable and mind-blowing scene, forgetting even to breathe.