Under One Person: God Profiler

Even Lü Ci, one of the Ten Elders, left Longhu Mountain.

On the high platform of the audience seats,

Feng Zhenghao stood behind Wang Ai and said with a smile, "Grandpa Wang, congratulations on your grandson entering the semi-finals. As long as he defeats Xia Linyuan, the Tongtian Talisman will be within his grasp."

"Hehehe, yes, it would be great if we could defeat Xia Linyuan. Thank you for your kind words, President Feng. I wonder how your son is doing?"

Wang Ai smiled, but her eyes were unusually cold.

"It's alright. Xing Tong is young and healthy. The doctor said she'll be almost fully recovered by tomorrow."

Feng Zhenghao laughed heartily, taking Wang Ai's veiled sarcasm as genuine concern.

Wang Ai chuckled and said nothing more.

At this time, the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain also began to preside over the competition.

"Please bring both teams onto the field!"

Xia Linyuan, expressionless, holding a white stick, slowly walked out of the shadows and stood in the sunlight.

Wang Bing wore a carefree smile, as if he was determined to win the competition.

Seeing that both sides were ready, the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain raised his right hand and then lowered it.

"Game start!"

As the Taoist priest finished speaking...

Wang Bing's lips curled into a wicked smile as he arrogantly looked at Xia Linyuan and said:

"Heh~ Xia Linyuan, I'm telling you—uh..."

Wang Bing didn't finish his sentence before his vision blurred.

Two Xia Linyuans have appeared before me?

In a daze

A third Xia Linyuan appeared on the field, and he was right in front of them! The first two Xia Linyuan twisted and slowly dissipated into the air.

Afterimage!

Wang Bing felt a chill run down his spine; the wicked smile on his face had not yet faded.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out.

Wang Bing suddenly felt a burning sensation in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

It seemed as if a demon was whispering in my ear:

"Shh, they're fighting, don't talk."

"It's not good to bite your tongue."

After disabling Wang Bing's voice, Xia Linyuan spoke softly again.

"Also, your smile is ugly. Stop smiling, you should cry..."

Xia Linyuan looked at the smile on Wang Bing's face, made a claw shape with his hand, and slapped down from top to bottom.

The sharp fingertips brushed against Wang Bing's lips without any resistance, tearing off flesh and skin, leaving two hooks on his upturned lips.

Fresh blood gushed out, revealing blood-soaked gums.

Then Xia Linyuan spun around and kicked Wang Bing hard in the heel.

Wang Bing's feet, which were originally standing on the ground, were suddenly lifted into the air. One of his legs was kicked directly in front of him by the enormous force, and slammed into his forehead like a malfunctioning pendulum.

With a thud, Wang Bing was thrown violently to the ground. He covered his mouth and howled in pain.

"Ugh~~~"

The king then emitted a strange, sharp sound from his throat.

Xia Linyuan raised an eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "You look awful when you cry, just smile..."

Wang Bing froze, his hand covering his mouth, and looked at Xia Linyuan in horror.

Xia Linyuan inserted the stick in Wang Bing's hand into his collar and lifted him up.

Another dragon claw strike, and two more deep furrows appeared on Wang Bing's upper lip, revealing the roots of his teeth, from which blood gushed.

pain!

Wang tried to shout, but no sound came out.

My throat feels like it's on fire.

Xia Linyuan made him cry, and then he made him laugh...

"Grandson!"

Wang Ai shouted loudly.

Wang Ai was no longer calm, and even the audience was no longer calm.

Seconds?

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A single glance?

The audience was incredulous. Although they knew Xia Linyuan was no weakling, they wondered if this violent fighting style was unsuitable for the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony...

Wang Ai jabbed her cane heavily into the ground a few times, while ink-black clouds floated around her, and a piece of Xuan paper vaguely appeared from her waist.

Feng Zhenghao, who was standing next to Wang Ai, twitched his eyebrows.

Divine Path Yin-Yang Paper.

The commotion on Wang Ai's side was noticed by the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain who were maintaining order, and golden light burst forth. One of them flashed to Wang Ai's side and said, "Grandpa Wang Ai, during the competition, no one is allowed to influence the outcome. That includes you."

Wang Ai's pupils shifted slightly.

He looked at the younger generation from Longhu Mountain with disdain.

"You think you can stop me?"

"Sorry, rules are rules."

A deep, resonant voice rang out.

The old Celestial Master's ninth disciple, Rong Shan, and his eighth disciple, Liang Fuguo, also gathered around.

Feng Zhenghao stood to the side, silent.

Wang Ai was left alone to confront the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Xia Linyuan didn't stop playing either. He made Wang Bing laugh, and then he made Wang Bing cry.

The area around the mouth was already visible as bone. But Xia Linyuan showed no sign of stopping; in fact, his movements became even faster!

Wang Bing's strange cry of pain became the only sound in the arena.

Dong dong dong

These are the sounds of hurried footsteps coming from outside the stadium.

There were also shouts from people.

"Ah Lian! You fucking stop right there!"

Without the referee's interference

A huge crowd surged into the competition venue from the entrance.

The visitors were Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.

Xia Linyuan stopped what he was doing.

He turned slightly, his slightly bloodshot eyes looking at Zhang Chulan and the others.

The previously noisy crowd immediately fell silent.

What the hell is going on...?

Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion besieged the Ten Elders.

The competition venue was marked by a bloody cross.

Xia Linyuan, the pervert who abused Wang Bing.

Zhang Chulan said that he couldn't quite grasp the idea for a moment.

Am I dreaming?

Zhang Chulan pondered to himself.

Xia Linyuan's pupils slowly returned to normal. He casually tossed Wang Bing to the ground and rubbed his temples. He muttered to himself, "That was close, I almost lost my temper."

The venue fell silent for a moment.

On the high platform, Feng Zhenghao was the first to react, and said loudly to the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain: "Wang Bing has lost his ability to fight, so it's time to announce the results."

The Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain nodded slightly, bowed to Wang Ai, and walked to the edge of the stands, announcing loudly, "Wang Bing versus Xia Linyuan, Xia Linyuan wins!"

Wang Ai glared fiercely at each of the Taoist priests in front of her and said, "I will demand an explanation from the Celestial Master regarding this matter!"