Prototype: Devouring the Marvel Universe
Chapter 45

Reclaiming Feng Hou Qimen

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Lin Feng had no interest in anyone else's matches, as for his promise to make Zhang Chulan the Celestial Master.

Looking at the current contestants, it was enough.

No matter how the matches were arranged, in the end, it would either be him against Zhang Chulan or Baobao against Zhang Chulan.

Either way, Zhang Chulan would win.

But for now, this young Taoist before him drew more of his attention.

"I am Wang Ye of Wudang. Excuse my offense."

Wang Ye bowed and cupped his hands. His etiquette was impeccable, and at the very least, it made Lin Feng feel quite comfortable.

"Lin Feng. Come on, let's make this quick."

Lin Feng nodded faintly, held out one hand, and curled his fingers in a slight beckoning gesture.

He did not notice that Wang Ye took the gesture as disdain.

Does he look down on me that much? Then don't blame me.

Wang Ye's expression changed. His former laziness vanished, replaced by a sharp, serious gaze.

He assumed the opening stance of Tai Chi. Wang Ye did not dare underestimate Lin Feng in the slightest.

Though he knew nothing about him, an odd sixth sense forced him to remain fully alert.

Lin Feng gave a faint snort of amusement, and then his figure instantly vanished.

"So fast!!!"

Wang Ye's pupils contracted. Lin Feng had completely disappeared from his sight.

His eyes swept constantly over the surroundings, yet he saw nothing.

Suddenly, an icy sensation came from behind him. Without even turning his head, Wang Ye spun and struck.

Bang!!

The immensely forceful Tai Chi energy struck Lin Feng's body, producing a sound like a blow landing on a quilt.

Lin Feng smiled faintly at Wang Ye, raised a hand, curled a finger, and flicked Wang Ye on the forehead.

Having realized that his strike had done absolutely nothing, Wang Ye had no time to retreat before he watched Lin Feng's finger flick his forehead.

After a crisp forehead-flick sound rang out, he felt an enormous force explode against his brow.

His body flew backward out of control.

Whoosh!!!

While flying backward, Wang Ye forcibly steadied his mind and controlled his body to adjust his balance.

After his feet touched the ground, the force of Lin Feng's flick dragged him across the earth, leaving behind two long marks before he gradually came to a stop.

"Whew!! Whew!! Th-this... this isn't even the same level of strength."

After calming down, Wang Ye carefully recalled Lin Feng's previous attack.

That relaxed demeanor and casual movement had contained such terrifying power.

He could not help but be shocked. This strength had simply surpassed that of ordinary Outsiders.

However, he was not without his own methods.

"Brother Lin, I have to admit that you are indeed powerful. But can you defend against this move!"

Wang Ye chuckled and lightly stomped his foot.

Feng Hou Qimen instantly spread out. Centered on him, a Qimen formation under Wang Ye's control invisibly enveloped the arena.

Lin Feng sensed the Qimen formation and sighed somewhat regretfully.

"Ah!!"

Hearing that sigh, Wang Ye froze and asked in confusion, "What? Is there a problem?"

"Compared to Zhou Sheng's Feng Hou Qimen back then, yours is far too inferior."

Lin Feng shook his head, without making any noticeable movement.

An even more solid and terrifying Qimen formation instantly unfolded in an overwhelmingly domineering manner.

Wang Ye only felt his Feng Hou Qimen get torn apart in an instant. Though he had never admitted it aloud,

the Feng Hou Qimen that he had always been so proud of deep down was as fragile as a sheet of paper before this man, easily ripped to pieces.

"This is...!!! The real Feng Hou Qimen?!"

Wang Ye stared at the Qimen formation before him in horror. The shock in his heart was nearly impossible to describe with words.

Lu Jin and the Old Celestial Master, seated among the spectators, also sensed that something was amiss.

"Old Celestial Master, what is going on?"

Lu Jin seemed to recognize what it was, but he was not entirely certain.

"Feng Hou Qimen. What Lin Feng is using is the true Feng Hou Qimen."

The Old Celestial Master sighed, scratched his head, and spoke.

"Is Wang Ye of Wudang not using Feng Hou Qimen? Could it be that this Lin Feng really is?!!"

Lu Jin was stunned and turned to ask in disbelief.

"Wang Ye is also using Feng Hou Qimen. The difference is like the Golden Light Spell I use compared with the Golden Light Spell Lingyu uses. The gap isn't just one of strength, but cultivation as well. I reckon their gap is much greater than the gap between Lingyu and me. Oh, and maybe that Heaven Communicating Talisman Art of yours is something he can use even more skillfully than you."

Halfway through speaking, the Old Celestial Master suddenly looked at Lu Jin with a wicked grin.

Lu Jin frowned and glared back at him with an unfriendly look.

In the arena, Lin Feng remained motionless, but the Feng Hou Qimen formation he controlled began changing continuously.

The patterns and extent of those changes far exceeded Wang Ye's understanding of Feng Hou Qimen.

"Wait, it can change like that?"

Though Feng Hou Qimen's control over the Four Plates of directions was absolutely domineering, it still followed corresponding natural laws.

Yet the Qimen changes Lin Feng displayed did not follow those laws at all.

In Wang Ye's eyes, it was an utterly chaotic formation.

If such a formation appeared in a natural location, that entire area would become a deadly zone where entering meant certain death.

"I created this technique. I can play with it however I want. Why can't it change like this?"

Lin Feng looked curiously at the stunned Wang Ye. He even felt that this kid's Feng Hou Qimen had merely knocked on the door without crossing the threshold.

"Alright, you've seen enough. It's time to return Feng Hou Qimen to me. This technique has been passed down long enough."

"Wait, Senior!!"

Seeing that Lin Feng intended to reclaim his Feng Hou Qimen, Wang Ye immediately waved his hands, asking him to wait.

"Don't worry. Your attitude is good, so I won't make it hurt too much."

Lin Feng had a good impression of Wang Ye, so he would try his best to lessen his pain during the reclamation.

"No! That's not what I mean. I want to know—if you keep reclaiming the Eight Wonders like this, it will throw the entire Outsider world into chaos."

Wang Ye repeatedly waved his hands. He did not care that much about the Feng Hou Qimen within him.

To him, this technique was merely a keepsake inherited from his grandmaster. Since he had already learned it, his grandmaster's wish had been fulfilled.

As for what came afterward, he only needed to find someone else to pass it down to. If he could not pass it down, Wang Ye could only do his best.

"Then erase the entire Outsider world."

Lin Feng's words stunned Wang Ye once again.

"Huh??"

Wang Ye froze, unable to react.

"Your qi is not something you were born with, but rather..."

Lin Feng was about to explain the origins of the Outsiders in this world when Wang Ye stopped him with one hand.

"Stop, stop, stop, Senior. I don't want to know that. I'm afraid it'll overturn my worldview. How about this? Take Feng Hou Qimen. I'll count it as having passed it on to you, so my grandmaster's wish won't come to nothing. How about you also join Wudang as an honored guest? That would be even better."

Wang Ye stopped Lin Feng from continuing. Rubbing his hands together, he spoke to Lin Feng like a merchant haggling over a deal.

He knew he could not resist Lin Feng's reclamation, so all he could do now was try his best to fulfill his grandmaster's final wish.

"I have no interest in joining any sect. Enough, my patience has run out. Don't move."

After saying that, Lin Feng stretched out a hand and pulled toward Wang Ye.

An invisible force instantly enveloped Wang Ye. At the same time, he felt the qi-circulation method for Feng Hou Qimen that he had learned gradually disappearing from within his body.

The memories of Feng Hou Qimen in his mind were also fading, but the cultivation he had gained did not vanish. It was all converted into Tai Chi cultivation instead.

In almost an instant, Wang Ye's Tai Chi cultivation reached a level nearly equal to that of his great-grandmaster.

After this world was finished, the next Black Robe

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