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

"Hong Bin, come on, use your 'Fireball Technique' to blast him."

"Isn't that called a Flowing Fire Bomb? Don't give it a random name."

"Hong Bin is considered the most important person in Huode Sect. He won't be a coward and afraid of fighting."

"I've fought with Hong Bin before. He has a hot temper and is a fighting maniac. He should be fine."

“Hong Bin, if you dare to admit defeat directly, I will beat you up when you come down.”

The last sentence was shouted by Jia Zhengliang.

He changed into a colorful outfit from somewhere and looked like he was on vacation in Hawaii.

He was holding a flying knife, his eyebrows were raised, and the hostility around him pushed everyone back several meters. Judging from his posture, if Hong Bin didn't do it, he would jump down himself.

Hong Bin took two steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted, then Qin Feng nodded slightly.

This Hong Bin is from the Huode Sect. Their sect's skills are not so fancy, they just play with fire. What kind of fire escape technique, red flame, flaming palm, flowing fire bullet, all are spells around fire. Although simple, they are also very pure.

Amid everyone's anticipation, Hong Bin began to practice his martial arts.

The blazing heat dissipated around him, and the Qi surrounding him turned into a dazzling golden red. Hong Bin's eyes shone with golden light, and his fiery red hair stood up under the influence of the aura.

Anyone can see that Hong Bin's innate Qi is now running at full speed, and his meridians are throbbing, as if his whole body is filled with violent power, ready to be released at any time.

Start big right from the start?

It seems that Hong Bin is serious, and we will finally have a good show to watch.

Hong Bin raised his right hand, and above his fist, a golden flame was burning fiercely, like a little sun.

Hong Bin clenched his fists and swung them forward with all his might.

"Golden Bird Blasts!"

With a "boom", a huge fireball rushed forward, leaving a long tail flame, just like a firebird.

The fireball was very hot. Wherever the flames passed, the stone slabs on the ground expanded and deformed due to the heat, making crackling sounds, and the surrounding air was also deformed by the scorching flames.

However, Qin Feng did not hide.

He faced the fireball head-on, his expression calm and confident. He let the firelight illuminate his face and blow up his hair, and watched the fireball get closer and closer to him without blinking.

The audience's hearts were lifted.

Just as the fireball was about to hit him, he casually raised his right hand.

"receive--"

A vortex appeared above Qin Feng's palm.

Then, the huge fireball that rushed towards him seemed to be pulled by a strong suction force. The fireball broke apart in the air, spinning and squeezing, and finally was all sucked into the vortex.

Three seconds later, the "Golden Bird Explosion" disappeared, and was replaced by a cluster of small flames held in Qin Feng's palm, like an obedient little toy.

The little fire god Hong Bin on the opposite side sighed painfully.

As expected, he is now not even qualified to allow Qin Feng to make a formal move.

Most viewers didn't understand what was going on.

They felt that Hong Bin's skills were like sound and light special effects. They looked powerful on the outside, but were actually useless.

Only a few big guys can see some of the strangeness in it.

For example, Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin.

Looking at the young boy's still tender face, the old Taoist raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:

"Use your own Qi to form a negative pressure vortex in the palm of your hand, and the pressure must be large enough to attract a flame of more than 700 degrees. This is the embodiment of 'subtle control'."

Lu Jin frowned and questioned:

"At the age of sixteen, can one really have 'subtle control'? Isn't this something only a master can do?"

"Could it be that Zhang Lingfeng is already a master at such a young age?"

"Is it impossible to achieve something just because you are young? If you can't do it yourself, then you start to doubt others."

"Humph... It's rumored that he defeated Zhang Lingyu. Now I believe it a little."

......

On the field, Hong Bin decisively admitted defeat.

"Thank you for your guidance, Sect Master."

"I'll go back and practice harder."

After he said these two sentences that confused the audience, he left the scene directly.

Is this over?

You launched an attack but he blocked your move, so you don't fight back?

The outcome is still far from being decided.

Ordinary audiences don't understand the reason and think that the little fire god is deliberately letting the opponent win. They can't see what the big guys can see.

In their eyes, this competition was a failure again and again, and it ended in such a disappointing way.

Playing with us?

"Fuck! I squatted for 5 hours today just to watch this show, and this is it?"

"Zhang Lingfeng advanced without even using a single decent move. This is too fake."

"I want to complain, this is definitely a shady deal, a shady deal!"

"Referee, can't you just take care of it?"

"What kind of Luotian Dajiao is this? Just call it 'Can't Fight' instead."

"Just wasting my time."

"I want a refund, damn refund!"

I don't know who was the first to call for a refund. In fact, the Luotian Grand Ceremony was a gathering of strange people, and there was no such thing as selling tickets. However, the word "refund" was very appropriate to express dissatisfaction.

Soon, calls for ticket refunds began to emerge, and everyone used this slogan to express their dissatisfaction.

"Zhang Lingfeng is playing a fake game. We want a refund."

"Refund, refund!"

"The Tianshi Mansion is protecting Zhang Lingfeng and engaging in insider trading!"

"Refund our tickets! Refund our tickets now!"

The audience started to make a commotion, and the situation was about to get out of control.

At this time, a calm voice reached everyone's ears.

"Everyone, please be patient--"

"The Luotian Grand Ceremony has just begun, and there are still three days of competition to come."

The person who spoke turned out to be the old Taoist priest.

He didn't know what method he used. The sound was obviously not loud, but it seemed to echo in everyone's heart, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Perhaps they were intimidated by his kung fu, or perhaps they were giving face to the old Taoist priest. In short, the audience's resentment was temporarily suppressed.

But Qin Feng...

From being a good-looking dark horse, he became an insider manipulator. His fame is indeed greater, but it is just a black and red one.

Some people still think highly of him and believe that he has the ability to defeat Zhang Lingyu; others think that he is just a fraud.

Only a few big guys understood this competition and gave a preliminary recognition to this young man.

......

Outside the venue, the old Taoist priest was pushing Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair on his way back.

Tian Jinzhong seemed to be in a good mood.

"Haha, your skill of transmitting secret messages is not rusty at all. You stunned them in no time."

"It's just a little trick. Want to learn? I can teach you."

"No thanks, I just need to practice my meditation skills."

"By the way, the kid named Zhang Lingfeng is the one who helped Huaiyi..." Tian Jinzhong asked in a low voice.

The old master nodded.

"It's true that heroes emerge young. At such a young age, he has achieved such success... Brother, please arrange for him to meet us quickly."

"By the way, he once defeated your good disciple Zhang Lingyu. I hope you don't feel bad and deliberately embarrass him."

"You guys, all of you... I, Zhang Zhiwei, am not that stingy."

"I have sent someone to call him. I will ask him to come to Songyun Pavilion in a while so that we can have a good meeting."