Want to spar?

"What are you mumbling about?" Xu Si couldn't help snarking at the dazed Zhang Chulan.

But Zhang Chulan wasn't the only one there who was shocked. Quite a few young Outsiders had frozen in disbelief.

The thinkers among them, like Bai Shixue and Hidden Dragon, were even more stunned.

No one had expected Wang Zhuo to reveal his trump card to them so readily, nor had they expected that trump card to be so absurd.

In other words, killing him would be even harder than killing Zhang Zhiwei.

"No, that's not right." Zhi Jinhua adjusted her glasses.

"That assumes his qi is limitless. Otherwise, he can't maintain that effect forever. I suspect the wider its range, the more staggering the rate at which it consumes his True Qi."

As if to confirm her theory, the three who had been unable to approach suddenly felt the barrier disappear, and their previously immobilized bodies pitched violently forward.

"Zhi Jinhua, right? You really are smart, but...!"

With a smack, Wang Zhuo clamped his hand around Random Guy A's face.

"Mmph?!!!!"

Veins bulged along his left arm as he hurled the terrified Random Guy A away like a flying pancake.

Smack, smack, smack!

The man tumbled and rolled across the ground like a bowling ball, only stopping when he hit the wooden wall at the edge of the stands.

"Defense isn't all I can do."

"What are you standing there for?!" With his waist and stance working as one, Wang Zhuo darted directly in front of Jia Zhengliang, leaned the entire right side of his body toward him, and drove his right fist upward with a mighty swing.

"Holy shit!"

Jia Zhengliang swore, swiftly bent backward at the waist, then kipped up to dodge the punch.

"You're trained in martial arts too?!" He immediately took his stance, twelve throwing knives hovering behind him.

Seeing him dodge, Wang Zhuo reached without hesitation for the steel saber in the third man's hands and gripped its sharpened blade tightly.

"Fucking lunatic..." Random Guy B was horrified, every hair on his body standing on end.

Rabid dog, he cursed inwardly.

He had seen people test their martial skills, but never their ability to survive!

"You asked for this! Die!"

Random Guy B gripped the hilt with both hands and heaved downward, trying to cut Wang Zhuo's hand clean off.

Wang Zhuo opened his right hand and slammed his palm into Random Guy B's face. "Great Compassionate Heartbreaking Palm!"

"Pwah!" Random Guy B's eyes rolled back as the blow sent him flying, his hands instinctively releasing their grip.

"Want to spar?" Holding the steel saber in one hand, Wang Zhuo flourished it in rippling arcs, then pointed its tip at Jia Zhengliang a short distance away. Blue Thunderfire clung to its blade.

Sunlight reflected off the blade onto Wang Zhuo, making him look razor-sharp.

Jia Zhengliang gave a wry laugh, settled into a bow stance with his fists clenched, and looked fierce. "Let's spar!"

?!!!

"D-dual Cultivation of Dharma and Body?!" Zhang Chulan's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg.

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, has this guy started cultivating immortality? He doesn't seem to be cultivating the same way we are."

Leaving aside how outrageous that barehanded blade grab had been, the lightning now coating the blade already revealed that he was different.

Zhuge Qing looked grave. "An eccentric genius."

"That's not the Thunder Method..." Zhang Lingyu stared fixedly at the current coating the blade.

Mount Longhu specialized in the Thunder Method and was extremely sensitive to it, let alone someone like him, who specialized in Yin Five Thunders.

The current emanating from that blade was fierce and domineering, the utmost in yang, force, and purity.

The Thunder Method they cultivated couldn't compare at all.

The exchange of attacks and defenses that followed left everyone present gaping.

Even without being a Limitless Sorcerer, Wang Zhuo could trade blows with his opponent, moving so fast that the wind whistled alarmingly.

Thunderfire erupted amid the flashing blades. With every slash, hair-thin currents flew out, each narrowly evaded by Jia Zhengliang.

Clang, clang, clang!!!

The piercing clash of weapons rang out nonstop as the two fought neck and neck.

Countless flashes of steel passed in the blink of an eye.

One advanced and the other retreated, then they reversed, blades sometimes grazing shoulders and throwing knives sometimes passing through hair.

One relied on his physical body to fight thirteen opponents counting the man and his knives.

The other relied on skill to hold his own against a physical monster.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were filming a fight scene for some show. Even if a recording were posted online, no one would believe it was real.

The people on the competition platform and the referee kept drawing sharp breaths at the sight.

Zhang Chulan's mind was in turmoil. I fucking thought you were a clown, but you're a ridiculously strong clown!

That whole entrance of yours nearly had me completely fooled!

Jia Zhengliang kept dodging, using his Object Manipulation Technique to maintain his distance, his eyes fixed on his opponent. "Damn it, how can a blind guy hit so accurately and so hard?!"

He swept his sword fingers, sending the twelve throwing knives surging out in four groups to attack three places: the back, overhead, and the wrists.

Wang Zhuo dodged the knives behind him, then flipped to evade those directly overhead. In that opening, three throwing knives struck his blade, sending the heavy impact through it to his wrist.

He saw another three heading for his wrist.

"Heh!"

He sneered, hurled the steel saber out to knock the throwing knives away, then unleashed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's power and charged forward, lightning covering his entire body.

Jia Zhengliang: ?!!!

Clenching both fists, Wang Zhuo bounded in front of Jia Zhengliang and threw three consecutive jabs.

The face.

The chest.

Below the belt.

Almost instinctively, Jia Zhengliang covered his crotch, protecting his little brother from those three near-instantaneous jabs.

But his face and chest took three punches squarely, sending him flying backward.

Having flown half a meter, Jia Zhengliang spurted blood from his nose and muttered, "Damn it, you're so vicious. Are you trying to end my family line?"

"If my ma found out, she'd kill me."

"Can't help it. My strength is proportional to my good looks." Wang Zhuo walked over with a grin and pulled him up.

"..." The entire venue fell silent.

No one had recovered from that display of fighting pushed to the extreme.

For a long while, nobody spoke or clapped. Finally, someone took the lead, and an unending wave of applause followed.

"So cool!"

"That was so damn cool!!"

"Handsome, look at the camera!!"

Wang Zhuo draped one arm around Jia Zhengliang and flashed a V sign toward the stands with his other hand, looking utterly carefree.

None of his earlier sharpness remained.

He had been in complete control from beginning to end.

[Mission complete]

[Reward obtained: Three Types of Haki]

Looking grave, Feng Zhenghao took out his phone. "Look into someone for me. Liu Guanyi. I've already sent you his photo, but the name could be fake."

"Yes, boss. I'll look into it right away."

Even as the person on the other end answered, the sound of typing was already coming through.

He was simply too curious-curious about why such an eccentric genius had suddenly appeared.

Was it simply for the Celestial Master's inheritance, or the Heaven Communicating Talisman Art?

Others might not have been able to tell, but he could.

This Liu Guanyi was playing around the entire time. If I had to describe it, he was an adult playing with a baby. He wasn't serious at all.

His breathing rate, speed, and reactions all stayed at the level of "I think you should be able to handle this."

Why would a master capable of training such an eccentric genius have any interest in something like this?