One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

There was total silence.

Inside the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony venue, a group of spectators and dignitaries looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Jiang Bailan and Jia Zhengliang are the first two people to dare to stand them up.

It wasn't that there weren't any before, but now the grass on the grave mounds is already two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) tall.

The old master stroked his beard, a faint smile still on his face, while Lu Jin frowned, looking as if he was about to go find someone.

Lu Ci and Wang Ai were similar, a barely perceptible hint of displeasure appearing on their faces.

On the contrary, Feng Zhenghao, the newly appointed Ten Elders, remained calm and composed. He knew Jiang Bailan's character all too well. It was normal for the guy who would cost him 10 yuan just to meet him to be late.

That's normal!

He would only find it abnormal if the other person wasn't late!

As for the stands on both sides, countless spectators stared at each other, listening to the two calls but no one came in, and an absurd idea surfaced in their minds.

Mom!

We're not going to get stood up, are we?

As expected of the company's special envoy, he actually dared to stand up Tenth Master!

Look! Look!

What does it mean to be arrogant and domineering!

This is the most lethal form of subtle showing off!

Especially the contestants squatting on the wall, their eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.

Damn it, I've been squatting on the wall, and this is what you show me?

Even if it's a one-hit kill, you still have to show your face!

I rarely take the initiative, and you've hurt me so much!

Seeing that no one had yet stepped onto the field, the referee on the field mustered his courage and gathered his inner energy, preparing to unleash a powerful attack.

But deep down he felt bitter; he was incredibly unlucky to have hosted two of the opposing team's matches in a row.

孽 孽!

That's right, this referee was the same one who officiated Jiang Bailan's first match against the H1N1 team.

This time, he wasn't as nervous as he was in the first match. His opponent had given him a huge surprise by not even showing up. You could say that Jiang Bailan was too powerful to come, but how dare a nobody like Jia Zhengliang not come?

It’s totally outrageous!

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"Help!"

"Is there anyone?"

At this moment, Jia Zhengliang, whose head had been shaved by Zhang Chulan and who had been buried in the ground by Feng Baobao, was shouting loudly in a ravine, hoping that a kind passerby would find him.

You mean Shan Shitong?

Of course, after his private sparring session with Zhang Chulan, he went back to his room to sleep!

Why didn't he save Jia Zhengliang?

Shan Shitong said he never expected Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan to be so ruthless, actually burying each other in the ground for a whole night.

It was at this moment that, upon discovering that no contestants had entered the arena, the forum for extraordinary individuals erupted in chaos. Upon seeing these posts, a terrifying thought flashed through Shan Shitong's mind, and he immediately ran back to the mountains from the previous night.

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"Contestants, please enter!"

Just then, Jiang Bailan strolled in from outside the venue, a cup of soy milk in her left hand and a fried dough stick in her right.

It wasn't that he intentionally wanted to be late; he was simply waiting for the old man to fry dough sticks on the way, which caused him to be a few minutes late.

Moreover, Jiang Bailan was not late; there was still one second left before the start of the competition.

You asked why I didn't arrive a few minutes earlier.

Jiang Bailan slapped him across the face. "Listen to this! Is this even human language?" Since Jia Zhengliang is destined to be buried in the mountains anyway, what's the point of him coming so early?

"Here he comes! Here he comes! The Bare-Legged Warrior has finally arrived!"

Where is Jia Zhengliang?

"Why isn't that bastard coming out yet? Is he scared?"

"Could it be that they're preparing a powerful move?"

If Jia Zhengliang heard this, he would definitely curse, "I'll fuck your grandma's leg!" At this moment, he was on his way, riding a flying knife!

Ignoring the noise from the surrounding audience, the referee gave Jiang Bailan a resentful look, then looked around and shouted, "Is Jia Zhengliang here? If he doesn't show up soon, we'll lose."

I rub!

What kind of look is that?

What did I do to you?

Noticing the referee's look, Jiang Bailan said he was innocent, as he hadn't done anything.

As for hearing the other party call out Jia Zhengliang's name, Jiang Bailan just thought to herself, "Go ahead and shout, no one will come even if you shout until you're hoarse!"

He took two more sips of soy milk.

Jiang Bailan shook the empty cup, tossed it on the ground, shrugged, and said, "Referee, announce the result!"

After glancing at the old Celestial Master and finding no objection, the high-ranking priest from Longhu Mountain shouted loudly: "Jiang Bailan versus Jia Zhengliang, Jia Zhengliang forfeits, the winner is Jiang Bailan!"

"Holy crap! We won!"

"Shady! Shady!"

"I didn't even see the Bare-Leged Warrior kick anything, how did it end like that!"

"Geneva, refund my money!"

"Hey bro, have you bought your tickets yet?"

"Hey! It seems like we don't need to buy tickets!"

"..."

Many spectators shook their heads, saying the fight was extremely disappointing, and they all got up to watch the shameless one's fight, wanting to see how he would get beaten up.

What they didn't know was that the audience's anger at Zhang Chulan's B-rank competition was no less than theirs, and there were even scenes of them ganging up on him.

The reason is simple... because Shan Shih-Tung also missed the game!

Zhang Chulan won without a fight!

Just as the audience was about to leave, a loud shout suddenly came from afar!

"Jiang Bailan, you despicable bastard, die!!"

A streak of light flashed by, and Jia Zhengliang, his face contorted with rage, burst into everyone's view. Twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives shot out from beside him, hurtling towards them at incredible speed.

At this moment, Jia Zhengliang's anger had reached its peak. He never expected that this guy would be so despicable as to dare to invite someone to ambush him!

Once he's dealt with this despicable and shameless guy, he'll go settle accounts with that guy Feng Baobao!

"Holy crap! It's Jia Zhengliang!"

"Why is this guy bald? Did he go to Shigejie Commune to get his hair done before he was late?"

"You've got a ball, I really want to punch you! You're bald and you've got a bunch of hair!"

"Exactly, exactly! I can do it with just a couple of quick burns of my lighter!"

"Holy crap! Dude, you're a werewolf!"

"Stop arguing, look, the Bare-Legged Warrior is about to make his move!"

"..."

Just when the audience was pleasantly surprised and thought there was going to be a big show, Jiang Bailan suddenly found that the fried dough stick in her mouth no longer tasted good.

No!

What were Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan doing? They buried someone and let the other person escape!

These two are noobs!

Get your money back!

You must get a refund!

Thinking of this, Jiang Bailan felt it necessary to teach the two a lesson on how to properly bury someone!

With his opponents right in front of him, Jiang Bailan naturally had no way to dodge. He covered his hands with Armament Haki, caught the throwing knives that appeared in front of him perfectly, and then used the Glint-Glint Fruit to flick them back.

"So fast!"

"How did he do that!"

"He actually caught my Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!"

Knowing the speed of his throwing knife, bald-headed Jia Zhengliang didn't believe anyone could catch it with their bare hands!

Jiang Bailan didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to finish the job as soon as possible!

With his arms wrapped in a circle, a large number of light particles gathered in front of his chest, gradually condensing into a thick and long golden hammer. Jiang Bailan said, "Light elements can sculpt swords, so it's reasonable for them to sculpt a big hammer, right?"