Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 105 Weapon Refining
Hearing Feng Xingtong's question, Liu Ke couldn't help scratching his face and muttered, "Weapon Refining?"

After carefully recalling the company's definition of a "Weapon Refiner," he turned around and replied seriously, "No. I'm just a scientist. I don't have the magical abilities of a weapon refiner."

"I heard that some weapon refiners can make a child's water gun into something as powerful as a cannonball. That method is too unbelievable. I can't do it."

"Those 'gadgets' I made for Chu Lan were pretty ordinary."

Hearing this reply, Feng Xingtong narrowed his eyes slightly, and inadvertently glanced at Gao Yushan who was covering her mouth and laughing...

He always felt that something was wrong, but the 'Brother Liu' opposite him spoke very sincerely, and it didn't seem like... there was no need for him to lie.

Based on his father's teachings, Feng Xingtong took out two business cards from his waist bag and handed them to Liu Ke and Gao Yushan very formally.

He said, "Please allow me to introduce myself again, my name is Feng Xingtong, my father is Feng Zhenghao, he is from the Tianxia Society..."

But before he could finish, the audience in the entire arena let out a tsunami of exclamations.

"How can it be!"

"Is he an immortal?"

"No way, is this the power of the Qi body source flow?"

"is that a lie!"

"Hey! Bro, stop watching other matches and come to Yi Baihu!"

"That's Zhang Chulan?"

The reason why the audience exclaimed was because of Zhang Chulan.

After the gate for the contestants to enter was opened with a bang, Zhang Chulan's figure appeared in the entrance passage, but as he walked, his whole body slowly floated up!
As if breaking free from the shackles of gravity, Zhang Chulan stood there suspended in mid-air with an extremely indifferent expression!
When he leaned over and floated into the inner field, and saw the three opponents in the B White Tiger match, his attitude became even more arrogant, and he just sneered in response.

Afterwards, as if he had lost interest, Zhang Chulan waved his hand and turned around, flying diagonally, allowing his body floating in the air to rise rapidly.

call out!
In a flash, he flew to a height of one hundred meters, changed his posture, and sat upright above the center of the venue, looking down at the entire venue from a high vantage point!

High in the sky, Zhang Chulan's fingertips lightly lifted the dark cloak that he had "sent" from somewhere. As the hem of the cloak tumbled, he lowered his eyes and suddenly chuckled.

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, Grandpa. Back then, the strange people of this world betrayed you. Today, your grandson comes to avenge them!"

After this series of operations, not to mention the audience who were only concerned with watching the show, even Feng Xingtong couldn't help but open his eyes wide and couldn't close his mouth.

Feng Xingtong had dealt with Zhang Chulan before.

Feng Xingtong also knew what kind of Kung Fu he used. It was nothing more than the [Golden Light Spell] and [Thunder Method] of the Tianshi Mansion.

However, none of these methods can make a person float in the air. Otherwise, all the high-ranking masters of the Tianshi Mansion would have already become flying masters.

"Can the source of Qi have this ability?"

Feng Xingtong subconsciously felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a few breaths, he looked at Liu Ke as if waking up from a dream.

He asked tentatively in a low voice, "Brother Liu, is this the effect of the 'equipment' you gave Zhang Chulan?"

At this moment, Liu Ke was applauding Zhang Chulan's "acting skills". Seeing Feng Xingtong asking questions, he had no intention of hiding it and nodded directly.

Then, as if for the effect of Zhang Chulan's performance, he made a gesture of silence.

Feng Xingtong nodded blankly. After a while, he couldn't help but ask Liu Ke, "Is this still... scientific?"

Liu Ke thought the other party's question was nonsensical, so he asked curiously, "Well, why doesn't it count?"

"Isn't it just flying?"

Feng Xingtong opened his mouth wide, thinking back on what he had learned during his short high school career...

Then he couldn't help but point at Zhang Chulan who continued to act cool in the air, scratching his head and babbling nonsense: "...He...I..."

"You...you're really not a weapon refiner?" Seeing that this 'Young Master Feng' was on the verge of a complete collapse of his worldview, Liu Ke exchanged a glance with Gao Yushan and finally replied perfunctorily, "Subjectively, I'm not, but objectively, I should...be close enough."

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"Don't insult me, and don't insult the source of Qi!"

"If you want to challenge me, then prove that you are the strongest! Prove that you are worthy of the Qi Body Source Flow!"

"Let me know, who among you is this? Who is worthy enough to fight me to my heart's content? Who is this worthy enough to receive the baptism of the Qi body's source flow!"

Perhaps it was because the air and aura of sitting cross-legged in the air were too overwhelming, Zhang Chulan's three opponents simply mistook him for a hidden master.

Coupled with Zhang Chulan's high-intensity deception, the situation on the field suddenly changed...

[The three of us will decide the winner first. Only the winner will be qualified to challenge the Qi Body Origin Flow!]

Self-hypnosis and self-delusion are very scary things. What's more, Zhang Chulan's three opponents are all boxers. They all attack with great force and without any restraint.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, the three men were all bruised and battered, and only one tenth of the Qi in their bodies remained.

After a few minutes, the three finally decided on a tragic winner - a blue-haired young man wearing training clothes.

"Zhang Chulan, I've got the challenger qualification!"

"Come on, this is my respect for a master! Let me learn about the source of your Qi body."

Even though it was difficult for him to breathe, the blue-haired young man still shouted excitedly towards the figure in the sky.

And Zhang Chulan, the 'expert', naturally slowly fell from the air and landed on the ground.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he waved his hand ostentatiously, saying, "Sit down! Calm the Qi in your body and adjust it to its optimal state. Otherwise, defeating you in this state..."

"It's too boring!"

After hearing this, the blue-haired young man also widened his eyes. He felt a surge of great ambition in his heart and couldn't wait to adjust his state and fight with the master.

He didn't say anything more, just clasped his fists, then quickly closed his mind, regulated his breathing, meditated and recovered his Qi, no longer paying any attention to the outside world.

Twenty breaths later, Zhang Chulan on the opposite side saw that the blue-haired young man had fallen silent, so he stood up and stretched deeply.

Immediately, Zhang Chulan walked briskly to the blue-haired young man and covered him with his cloak.

"Referee, can I hit him now? It's not a foul, right?"

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"What the hell!"

"Despicable!"

"You vile bastard!"

"Don't be a Bilian!"

……

Zhang Chulan naturally won the game.

In the very end, he used his cloak as a sack and slammed it over the blue-haired young man, kicking him in circles before knocking him out with a slap.

Not to mention the inferior means, when Zhang Chulan was carrying out a one-sided physical beating, he was "tired" and out of breath after just a few punches.

This also made all the audience realize that he was just a "paper tiger" who could fly by using unconventional means, and naturally began to curse.

But Zhang Chulan didn't care at all. He strode out of the field with his head held high like a proud rooster.

(End of this chapter)