Finally…
After a grueling battle among the three, the man in the headscarf took a heavy kick to the head and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
He twitched a few times and then lay still.
The remaining purple-haired man and the blue-haired youth were now also nearing a conclusion.
The purple-haired man, after a fierce fight, had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and was swaying weakly.
Seeing an opportunity, the blue-haired youth mustered his last bit of strength and delivered a powerful punch to the man’s chest.
The tall, purple-haired man was actually lifted off the ground and flew backward two meters before landing on his back, his legs still twitching involuntarily…
…
At this point, the blue-haired youth was also at his limit, stumbling forward a few steps before regaining his balance…
He was relying entirely on the willpower of having witnessed the ‘Qi Body Source Flow’ to hold on.
Breathing heavily, he turned to look at Zhang Chulan, who was sitting cross-legged not far away, calmly observing.
The blue-haired youth spoke slowly, his voice weak: “Zhang Chulan!!
I’ve earned the right to challenge.
Come on, this is my highest respect to you, the pioneer of the divine technique!”
…
Though his clothes were tattered, his vest’s yin-yang fish emblem was barely visible, and his face was covered in mud and grime…
His eyes, however, sparkled with fighting spirit and excitement.
“Come on! Zhang Chulan! Let me experience…
Your ‘Qi Body Source Flow’!”
“…..”
Zhang Chulan slowly opened his narrowed eyes, his gaze filled with admiration, seeming quite pleased with the young man before him…
“Sit down!
Calm your turbulent energy and adjust your Qi to its optimal state!”
Zhang Chulan raised his head, and his previously tense body relaxed. His eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, carried a hint of otherworldliness. He made a firm promise, speaking slowly and deliberately.
“In your current state!
I, Zhang Chulan!
Will not make a move against you!”
Upon hearing this, the blue-haired youth’s eyes showed a mix of shock and gratitude.
The fierce expression on his face faded, and he slowly bent over, sitting cross-legged on the ground like Zhang Chulan.
“Zhang Chulan, thank you!
Having the opportunity to compete with an opponent like you is my greatest honor!!”
After saying this…
The blue-haired youth completely relaxed, facing Zhang Chulan, with his hands resting on his chest. He began to meditate and recover the Qi he expended in the intense battle.
In his heart…
He could fully trust such a respected opponent as Zhang Chulan.
He believed that while he meditated and recovered, Zhang Chulan would protect him…
And he himself!
Must face him in the best possible state!
Otherwise, how could he face the honor of receiving the ‘Qi Body Source Flow’…
In the center of the arena.
The two sat facing each other…
The blue-haired youth had a serene and peaceful expression as he was recovering.
Opposite him, Zhang Chulan’s eyes were also filled with admiration and satisfaction for the young competitor…
…
Watching the scene unfold.
The audience was abuzz with chatter.
Feng Shayan spoke slowly: “Zhang Chulan is full of schemes; it turns out he’s not entirely without principles…
A fair match between the two still shows he has some guts!”
Her cool, delicate face showed a trace of appreciation.
“Older sister, why do I feel like things aren’t that simple…”
Baoyu: “…..”
On the other side of the audience, Xu San sighed with relief: “Thankfully, this guy… hasn’t completely disgraced our company!”
A passerby: “Finally going to witness the power of the Qi Body Source Flow…”
“Zhang Chulan is so cool!!”
“…..”
At this moment, all eyes were on Zhang Chulan, who slowly stood up.
Perhaps due to sitting for too long, he lifted onto his toes and gently rotated his legs.
He also moved his wrists, possibly feeling some stiffness in his hands…
Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Zhang Chulan took two steps forward, pointed at the meditating blue-haired youth, and turned to the nearby referee.
“Hey! Referee~ If I hit him now, it wouldn’t count as a foul, right?”
“……”
The blue-haired youth, who had been peacefully meditating with his eyes closed, was suddenly jolted awake. His hands, which had been resting on his chest while he circulated his Qi, stiffened, and his eyes revealed a look of disbelief!!!
He almost passed out from the shock…
“???”
The Taoist referee at the edge of the arena had veins popping on his forehead, and his mustache seemed unusually agitated: “It’s not a foul!”
“But, I want to hit you now!!” The Taoist spoke through gritted teeth.
“……”
The blue-haired youth, finally recovering from his shock, looked incredulously at Zhang Chulan: “Hey?
Wasn’t it agreed that you’d wait until I recovered? What happened to your so-called dignity of a strong fighter?”
“Heh!”
Zhang Chulan’s face was calm and composed, but there was a hint of seriousness in his expression.
He removed his purple cloak with a swift motion: “Dignity? How much is that worth?
Dignity!
It’s just a facade for those who worship violence and care about appearances…
True dignity has nothing to do with strength; it’s something far more valuable!
It shouldn’t be flaunted in such a trivial situation.”
With that, he threw the purple cloak forward, covering the seated blue-haired youth completely.
“Bang…”
“Ding!!”
“Ouch… Zhang… mmm!”
“Smack~~”
“You… bastard!!”
“Ah… ah!”
The Taoist referee at the edge of the arena, grinding his teeth, shouted out.
“Group B·White Tiger, the winner is… Zhang Chulan!!”
The blue-haired youth on the ground was already unconscious.
The spectators around the arena, still in shock, slowly began to regain their senses. The scene they had just witnessed was so shocking that many were stunned…
“Holy crap!! What was that?”
“Shameless…”
“Zhang Chulan’s got some real guts!!”
“That’s so damn outrageous!”
“Zhang Chulan is so cool!”
“???”
As the figure in the brown uniform slowly exited the arena, a shower of beverage bottles, cups, cans, and cucumbers flew through the air…
Baoyu, with a strange smile on his face, slowly walked out of the audience area.
…
After watching this match, Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan went to prepare for Feng Xingtong’s next match: Group C·Green Turtle.
Baoyu, who initially wanted to go with them, was turned down by Feng Xingtong, who said he didn’t want to risk losing face by being unable to compete.
Moreover, Feng Baobao, who had been by his side earlier, was nowhere to be seen—clearly, she had gone to find Zhang Chulan!
Although Baoyu wanted to interact more with Zhang Chulan, now was not the time…
Besides, after Zhang Chulan’s first match, he would surely be with Xu San, Xu Si, and others, so as an outsider, it would be inappropriate to intrude.
He slowly walked outside the competition area, where, on the other side of the vast venue, four large screens had been set up, each showing the conditions of the four arenas.
Baoyu noticed there were no visible wires or projection equipment beneath the screens. Instead, the screens displayed a subtle ‘Qi’ fluctuation.
Were these real-time projections made by the Taoists from Longhu Mountain using Qi? Impressive!
Baoyu could feel that the ‘Qi’ emitted from each screen was nearly as strong as his own.
Indeed, the Longhu Mountain disciples, from the Thousand-Year Zhengyi Sect, were truly exceptional!
Baoyu approached…
The screens were set up specifically for those who were not competing but wanted to watch all four matches…
A crowd had gathered in front of the four large screens. Some arenas were still in the midst of fierce battles, while others were being cleaned up.
Baoyu even spotted the chubby Zang Long at one of the arenas…
At that moment, Baoyu’s pupils contracted as he saw a deep blue figure slowly walk into a freshly cleaned arena.
That person was…
Wang Ye!!!
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152