Under One Person: Damn it, I have all the magic to defy the heavens

Two men, one white and one black, faced each other.

The white-haired young man was full of energy, his whole body was bathed in the power of extreme yang. He clenched his right hand, and the palm lightning in his hand was blazing and dazzling, the pure white light was almost impossible to look directly at.

Opposite him.

The aura of the black-haired boy seemed quiet and deep. The black "Yin Thunder" in his hand dripped and formed a black pool under his feet.

With him as the core, the temperature around him suddenly dropped by several degrees, becoming even damper and colder.

"Yang Lei, palm thunder."

Zhang Lingyu took the lead and the blazing lightning cut through the air like a blade or an axe, striking towards Qin Feng with powerful and domineering force.

Qin Feng, standing in the black pool, seemed very calm. He didn't even make any move to fight back.

When the palm thunder passed over the black pool, ripples surged on the surface of the pool, as if stimulated by the extreme yang force.

Then, with a swish, a black wall of water automatically rose from the deep pool, blocking Qin Feng and Zhang Lingyu, forming a barrier.

The blazing palm lightning struck the black water wall like a sword striking thick mud, instantly removing its force and dissipating it.

Zhang Lingyu's expression froze.

He gathered the palm thunder again and struck towards Qin Feng.

This time, the palm thunder was like several ferocious giant pythons, thicker and faster. Compared with the 30-centimeter-thick water wall, it seemed that it could be broken immediately just by looking at it.

But it was no use.

After contacting the water wall, the lightning bolts disappeared without a sound or a trace, and not even a wave rose.

how can that be!

Zhang Lingyu was shocked.

He thought about how his attacks would be intercepted, counterattacked.

But it wasn't such a uneventful reaction.

How do you fight a battle where you have no idea of ​​your opponent's strength?

...

The black pool of water continued to extend and spread to Zhang Lingyu's feet.

Zhang Lingyu felt that this pool of water was not only cold and turbid, but also eroded his meridians.

He immediately used Yang Wu Lei to draw a circle around him, pushing away the black water. But this would continue to consume his Qi, and he would not be able to fight for long.

Use that trick?

Zhang Lingyu looked at Qin Feng, who was still standing in the dark pool with his hands hanging down, and felt a hint of despair.

Your opponent hasn't made a move yet, but you're already about to reveal your trump card. This is a situation that Zhang Lingyu has never encountered in the past ten years.

Give up?

If he admitted defeat at this moment, he could still treat it as an ordinary competition and save some face.

but......

Being afraid of fighting, making excuses and saving faces for yourself.

He Zhang Lingyu disdains!

If he were to choose like this, how could he be worthy of being Zhang Zhiwei's last disciple.

"The aurora borealis in the daytime, the thunder and lightning."

"Heavenly Thunder——"

This is Zhang Lingyu's most powerful move, Heaven Attracting Thunder. Using his own extremely yang energy as the trigger point, he stirs up the surrounding field and causes thunder to fall from the sky.

This is a rare skill that can cause celestial phenomena in a small area. Zhang Lingyu is indeed a leader among the geniuses. He can initially "borrow the power of heaven" in his twenties, which is something that ordinary elites of the sect may not be able to achieve in their entire lives.

Unfortunately, the person he met was Qin Feng.

Qin Feng, standing in the black pool, raised his eyebrows slightly and gave Zhang Lingyu an admiring look.

Since Zhang Lingyu was fighting with all his strength, he would also fight without reservation to show his respect.

"Nine Heavens Thunder Control Art - Water Thunder"

"The deep black Dead Sea—"

The black pool under Qin Feng's feet suddenly rolled up, as if a deep-sea monster had ended its sleep, shook itself up, and revealed its ferocious face.

The black water thunder was surging and rushing, rising like a black tide and leaping high. The black liquid soon covered the ground, the rocks, and even the sky was obscured bit by bit.

Zhang Lingyu saw a huge black wave about ten meters high rushing towards him.

He was like a small sailboat in the sea, swallowed up by the waves.

......

Zhang Lingyu lost.

And it was a very ugly and complete defeat.

He lost to a boy who was nine years younger than him, had never undergone any systematic training, and had only just learned thunder magic.

Lost to Yin Wulei, whom he looked down upon!

......

Throughout the entire battle, Zhang Lingyu was shaken and his moves were a bit blunt and aggressive, and he actually didn't use his 100% strength.

But in reality, the gap between him and Qin Feng is really that big, like a cliff. A little on-the-spot performance will not affect anything.

Despair, frustration and regret tightly enveloped Zhang Lingyu, almost suffocating him.

It is hard to imagine that this young man with disheveled silver hair, pale face and somewhat dull eyes is Zhang Lingyu.

Such an expression and temperament are simply difficult to associate with the previous elegant, confident and calm genius.

But he is indeed Zhang Lingyu.

......

Qin Feng did not try to comfort him.

Because any words of comfort are likely to sound more like sarcasm.

As a genius, Zhang Lingyu needs to accept it on his own and get over it.

Qin Feng picked up a white stone from the ground and injected the water dirty thunder into it. After a while, the stone was soaked by Yin Wu Lei and turned black.

He handed the stone to Zhang Lingyu.

"I have nothing to compensate you for breaking your two beads."

"This stone contains some water-dirty thunder, which can probably last for two or three months. I'll just consider it as my apology to Senior Brother Lingyu."

Zhang Lingyu took the beads somewhat mechanically, then mechanically handed him the invitation to the Luotian Dajiao, then clasped his fists and bowed to say goodbye to Qin Feng.

It seems that he suffered too much of a blow and needs to take it easy.

......

The old Taoist priest, who was thousands of miles away, also got a general idea of ​​the situation through his mobile phone.

The reason why I say "probably" is that when Qin Feng activated his skill, the phone was submerged in the black quagmire and could not be used.

Tonight's losses added several thousand dollars.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the blue sky and white clouds above Longhu Mountain, the peaceful scene, and sighed from afar.

Lingyu was a gifted child since childhood. He was also his last disciple. He was young but of high generation. Most of his fellow disciples also protected and supported him. His first twenty years were smooth sailing, with almost no setbacks.

This time when he went down the mountain, he encountered Qin Feng, and his cognition was shattered.

But...

This may not be a bad thing for him.

As the saying goes, "excessive rigidity will easily break; without destruction there is no construction."

If he cannot rely on his own strength to get out of such a blow, then even without Qin Feng, his achievements will be limited.

Now it depends on how he adjusts himself.

Zhang Zhiwei then thought of Qin Feng again.

He realized the Yin Five Thunders on the spot and created such a deep pool...

The facts were before him, and he had to believe that Zhang Huaiyi was not lying and that there really were people in this world with such extraordinary intelligence.

just,

What a coincidence, how did Zhang Huaiyi meet Qin Feng?

Look, I’ve been tricked by that big-eared thief again!