I really am a fortune teller

A smile appeared on Wei Chen's youthful face.

Just as the two breathed a sigh of relief, they heard the announcement: "Number 8 will face off against Number 799."

The referee finally understood that someone was trying to mess with Wei Chen. He smiled helplessly and looked at Wei Chen with pity, saying, "Be careful."

The referee originally thought Wei Chen was finished and could only last a few rounds at most.

But what happened next surprised everyone.

No matter who it is, as soon as they step onto the stage, they're bound to get hit.

Lightning always strikes suddenly, appearing from mid-air and then crashing down on those people.

Most of those people couldn't defend themselves and fell to the ground.

Just kidding, that's heavenly lightning.

This wasn't your average lightning strike.

In contrast, Wei Chen seemed completely unfazed, giving the impression that he could throw hundreds more of these lightning bolts.

It's indeed very easy. The system even said that this skill has no cooldown and no cost.

For Wei Chen, it was as simple as waving a hand.

Watching Wei Chen so easily defeat his enemies, it was estimated that a few hours later, Wei Chen had eliminated most of the contestants.

Lin Xiao wanted to send more contestants over to continue the gauntlet battle: "I just don't believe that this piece of trash can really stand there until the end, just like that."

Just as Lin Xiao was about to send someone over, his phone suddenly rang. The caller was from the martial arts arena, who said calmly, "Alright, the people you sent can't handle it. To put it bluntly, that piece of trash only has one move, lightning. I'll send a few people over to scout it out."

After making the call, Lin Xiao was filled with excitement.

At the same time, a voice rang out in the arena: "Number 8 versus Number 1723".

The audience had been watching the endless battles and Wei Chen's rampage, and to be honest, they were starting to get a little tired of it.

Because Wei Chen only had one move from beginning to end, no matter who came up, he would strike with a bolt of lightning and the opponent would be done for.

It's incredibly simple.

They all looked like they were about to fall asleep.

I thought there were no more powerful people left in the arena.

Unfortunately, at that moment, that voice came over the loudspeaker.

The others were also completely bewildered.

"What's going on? I remember there were only about 500 participants."

"That guy in the 700s was also an assassin hired from outside. It seems that Lin Xiao won't stop until he's completely ruined Wei Chen."

"Am I the only one who thinks Wei Chen has a good father-in-law because his father-in-law is constantly helping him establish his authority?"

"The angle from upstairs is tricky."

"One more tricky angle."

"Speaking of which, are all these outsiders assassins? Finally, we've seen a formidable foe. No one can withstand a single move from Wei Chen. If Wei Chen is using talismans, then those talismans must be of a very high level. Given Wei Chen's family's circumstances, could they possibly have that much money and produce so many items?"

"Don't forget, Wei Chen's backer is the Wei family, and the Wei family is so rich."

"Upstairs, have you forgotten that Wei Chen has already been exiled by the Wei family? How could they possibly give him so much money?"

“I think the skill Wei Chen used was his own original power. He’s a genius. If the Wei family doesn’t want him anymore, he might as well come to our family. Not to mention Lin Xueyao, I can find any girl prettier than Lin Xueyao.”

……

The public initially felt doubt and anger, believing that Wei Chen was cheating.

From admiration to respect.

The longer the time goes on, the more people will realize that the move Wei Chen used was not aided by any talisman or magic weapon.

It seems to be some kind of special energy; in other words, Wei Chen may have already mastered the method to control lightning.

Lightning can destroy many evil things; it's a wonderful thing, and cultivators like them cherish it dearly. If it weren't for the fact that lightning is too violent and few can control it, many cultivators would wish their magical artifacts had the attribute of lightning.

But this person could easily use lightning, which was a complete shock to everyone else.

Why is this person so outstanding?

Despite being such an outstanding person, he was ultimately abandoned by his family, and even his childhood engagement was broken.

The more the public questioned, the angrier Lin Xiao became.

In Lin Xiao's eyes, Wei Chen definitely cheated, and he did so using very clever methods.

"This time, Wei Chen, you can just wait to die." Lin Xiao knew that as long as the owner of this martial arts arena made a move, Wei Chen would have no chance of continuing. Whether he cheated or not was irrelevant; the key issue was that Wei Chen had to die.

Wei Chen seemed indifferent, since anyone who came would be struck to dust by the system's lightning anyway, so it didn't matter to him.

Having learned from his previous experience, the referee dared not stand on the ring again. Who knew when this kid might unleash a bolt of lightning? His old arms and legs couldn't withstand the ordeal.

To be honest, even he, the referee, couldn't stand it anymore. What was Lin Xiao trying to do? Why wasn't he recalling such a talented son-in-law? This was the first time he'd ever seen someone so reckless.

Not long after, the door to the venue opened again, and a person slowly walked in.

Everyone else looked completely bewildered, including Wei Chen.

Wei Chen never expected that what walked in was actually a ghost, and a very powerful one at that.

The opponent should at least be at the level of a fierce ghost, but it's unclear whether it has reached the level of a fierce spirit king.

Moreover, this vengeful ghost possesses an extremely strong ghostly aura; in other words, even people without the ability to see ghosts can see him.

The referee was startled and rubbed his eyes: "I seem to remember not having the ability to see ghosts, so why can I see this ghost?"

"You don't necessarily need the ability to see ghosts to see them." Wei Chen sneered and said, "So now you're starting to use ghosts to attack me? You really think you can conquer the world just by having these ghosts? You're dreaming."

Wei Chen leaned lazily against the arena. The ghost was dressed in an ancient black robe and wore a bamboo hat, looking like an ancient assassin from afar, and even carrying four swords on his back.

He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, with a scar on his face and a resolute gaze.

Looking up at Wei Chen on the arena with a calm smile, he said, "Kid, have you thought this through? If you fight me, you might lose your life."

"Let's get started," Wei Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I have other things to do, so stop wasting time talking."

"Kid, you've got guts." The middle-aged man jumped onto the stage, sword in hand, and looked at Wei Chen indifferently: "Then don't blame me."