Under One Person: God Profiler

"Go ahead, go ahead," Zhi Jinhua said with a smile.

Lu Linglong calmed herself down and said softly:

Although I didn't talk much with Mr. Xia,

But I always felt that something was off about Xia Linyuan.

Well... a low-key demeanor tinged with arrogance...

It's clear that Master Zhang is very low-key during competitions, but he changes his attitude completely when it comes to work.

Playing support isn't something just anyone can do...

The battlefield is not a game. If you want to assist others on the battlefield, you need to communicate your plans with each other and support each other in case of emergencies.

Mr. Xia works at the company, so he must understand this.

However, Mr. Xia refused to tell him. It's unlikely that Huadong was trying to take advantage of the situation.

That would be a different situation.

Does East China have the confidence to independently handle all emergencies...?

Moreover, Mr. Xia's conversation with us seemed to be harmonious.

But I always feel there's a slight... distance between us. It's like she's always giving in to us.

Although it's not obvious, it definitely exists.

"A sense of distance? You're overthinking it. That person is clearly well-mannered," Zhi Jinhua said with a distrustful look.

Lu Linglong pouted angrily: "There are gentlemen in the company? I'd rather believe pigs can fly! That's what my great-grandfather said."

"Uh...you're right, what if there's a virtuous stream?"

"That's what I said back then, and my great-grandfather said, 'Impossible!'"

"..."

Chapter 52 Xia Linyuan v Zhang Lingyu

The competition venue was packed with people.

The closer the battle gets to the finals, the more exciting it becomes. This has attracted many young people eager to broaden their horizons to watch.

Zang Long followed behind Xia Linyuan, massaging his shoulders and handing him water: "Yuan'er, whether I can get rich depends on you! Hehehe."

Xia Linyuan took a sip of the water Zang Long handed him and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you lose money."

"come on!"

With Zang Long's encouragement, Xia Linyuan stepped onto the competition field.

A young man also walked out from the opposite side, his white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, and his agile figure could be vaguely seen through the V-neck of his robe.

Her silvery-white hair and a touch of red on her forehead made her appear even more ethereal, like a snow lotus on an iceberg, leaving people in awe.

"Greetings, sir."

Zhang Lingyu looked directly at Xia Linyuan, clasped his hands to his chest, and bowed slightly forward respectfully, saying, "I saw your competition a long time ago and have wanted to befriend you ever since. Now that I have this opportunity, may I... make friends through martial arts?"

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly, stuck the white wax stick in his hand into the ground, and stood it beside him: "Of course, but if Daoist Lingyu loses, don't blame me for making you lose your position as Celestial Master."

Zhang Lingyu smiled calmly: "I, Zhang Lingyu, do not consider myself a sore loser."

"Both players are in position!"

The Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain shouted from the stage.

Xia Linyuan and Zhang Lingyu exchanged a glance and then gripped the white wax stick in their hands.

Zhang Tianshi's disciples really need to be cautious when fighting him without revealing any of their trump cards.

"Game start!"

As the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain finished speaking...

Zhang Lingyu rushed forward instantly, ready for close combat. In his view, Xia Linyuan always won his matches by using staff techniques, and as long as his staff techniques were limited, he could win.

Seeing Zhang Lingyu's actions and noticing that he hadn't unleashed the golden light, Xia Linyuan chuckled to himself and instantly understood his thoughts. However, he didn't care and simply spread his hands to grasp the sides of the stick, holding it horizontally in front of his chest.

The art of whip techniques. A common close-quarters staff fighting style.

Zhang Lingyu lunged forward, striking Xia Linyuan's chest with the back of her hand. Xia Linyuan, wielding a long staff, wrapped the staff around his arm and delivered a powerful, close-range blow, striking Zhang Lingyu's elbow with the whip handle. He then bent Zhang Lingyu's arm, and taking advantage of the opportunity, thrust one end of the staff towards Zhang Lingyu's chest.

Zhang Lingyu reacted quickly, enduring the pain in her arm, and spun around to dodge.

Xia Linyuan, with his rich combat experience, didn't let this opportunity slip by. He widened the distance, expanding his advantage, and continued charging forward, slashing, sweeping, and swinging his staff, one strike after another. The staff's shadow blurred, his movements impenetrable! This drew gasps of amazement from the audience!

"My goodness! This kid is actually beating Master Zhang!"

"That Xia Linyuan is really annoying, he never lets his power go!"

"Go Zhang Lingyu! Don't lose! I've staked half my fortune on you!"

Hearing this, Zang Long was displeased and shouted towards the arena, "Yuan'er! Go for it! I've staked all my wealth on you!"

After shouting, Zang Long glanced provocatively at the man, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing his small white teeth that gleamed in the sunlight.

Zhang Lingyu's expression was also very solemn. She never expected Xia Linyuan's staff technique to be so fierce. She was beaten without any chance to fight back after just one mistake.

Xia Linyuan's stick strikes became faster and faster. No matter how agile Zhang Lingyu was, he was powerless to dodge the blows.

Zhang Lingyu was thus trapped in a deeply passive state. It was as if he were being coiled around by a python, completely unable to break free, and he didn't even have a chance to release his golden light.

Xia Linyuan wasn't going to give him a chance to catch his breath, and with a sweeping blow, he struck Zhang Lingyu hard in the chest. The skin exposed at Zhang Lingyu's collar visibly turned purplish-red.

Before Zhang Lingyu could react, Xia Linyuan wrapped his long staff around himself, spun around, and struck Zhang Lingyu squarely in the abdomen.

Zhang Lingyu went with the flow and flew backward without any resistance.

Xia Linyuan clicked his tongue inwardly. Xia Linyuan's control of his strength was excellent; every strike of his staff kept Zhang Lingyu within his attack range. Zhang Lingyu's backward flight actually created more distance between them.

Xia Linyuan used his ghostly footwork to catch up in an instant. He brought his staff down fiercely.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Lingyu leaned back, pressed his hands to the ground, and rubbed his hands on the field, leaving a trail of blood.

After regaining her balance, Zhang Lingyu didn't hesitate for a moment. She clamped Xia Linyuan's stick between her legs, used her waist to exert force, and with a low growl, flung Xia Linyuan to the side!

Xia Linyuan was thrown into the air, and at the last moment he changed his chop into a flick, which hit Zhang Lingyu hard in the lower back and sent Zhang Lingyu flying into the air!

As soon as Xia Linyuan landed, he bent his knees and leaped with all his might, leaving a crater in the ground.

A figure appeared above Zhang Lingyu! Holding a staff high in both hands!

Zhang Lingyu's body plummeted, her eyes fixed on the stick in Xia Linyuan's hand.

"The Mysterious Origin of Heaven and Earth! The Root of All Qi! Through Vast Tribulations! To Prove My Divine Power!"

"long!"

Xia Linyuan shouted, and the stick he was holding instantly flashed with golden light, extending infinitely as if it were about to pierce the sky. Time seemed to stand still, and everyone's eyes were only on this man and his stick!

Xia Linyuan swung his long staff down hard, striking Zhang Lingyu squarely.

boom!

Just heard a roar.

A sandstorm instantly erupted in the arena, the dust filling the entire area and burying Zhang Lingyu.

"Did you... hit it?"

A spectator asked, his voice trembling slightly.

The audience member next to him was also a little scared: "Could this kill someone...?"

"Junior brother! Zhang Lingyu! Can you still fight?!"

On stage, the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain couldn't help but shout worriedly towards the competition arena.

But there was no response for a long time...

This made the Taoist priest even more worried.

Xia Linyuan also fell from the air, holding the stick in a reverse grip, landing on the competition field without making a sound. Dust quietly dispersed in all directions.

"Cough cough cough...."

A coughing sound came from within the dust.

A giant, golden hand emerged from the smoke and dust.

Xia Linyuan quickly jumped back, his staff enveloped in golden light, and knocked the large hand aside.

Then, using the Ghost Step technique, he dashed directly into the dust.

The two figures were not visible to the people in the arena.

However, one could vaguely hear the sound of collisions coming from the hazy dust, and upon closer inspection, one could also see glittering gold!

The two moved extremely fast.

It was clearly a fight between two people, yet it possessed the power and momentum of a thousand armies. The entire arena seemed to be filled with the figures of the two battling it out.

This brought the game to a fever pitch!