Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

The competition is underway on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan finally showed his domineering side when facing Tang Wenlong of the Tang Clan.

His grandfather died from the Dan Shi of the Tang Clan, which made him completely lose his composure. He not only used lightning magic to stimulate his meridians, but also exposed his combat power, directly electrocuting Tang Wenlong.

Faced with Zhang Chulan at this moment, the audience simultaneously abandoned their contempt, and many people regretted betting on the wrong person.

On the other side, Lu Jin looked at the arriving Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei and asked.

"Zhang Chulan is facing Tang Wenlong from the Tang Clan, and you still came here? Aren't you worried at all?"

Zhang Zhiwei was not worried at all; in fact, he was quite happy and said something.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; there's nothing to worry about."

"Old Lu, I heard that your juniors have opened a betting pool. What are the odds for Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye?"

Lu Jin and Tian Jinzhong stared blankly at Zhang Zhiwei, and Lu Jin said...

"No matter who wins, your eldest grandson will suffer. How can you still be in the mood to bet?"

"Besides, I don't pay any attention to the things those younger generation plays with."

Tian Jinzhong also noticed something was wrong, and with his bloodshot eyes, he spoke up.

"Senior brother, I've noticed something's off about you ever since last night."

"Hehehe, I had an epiphany last night, so I'm naturally in a good mood today."

The old master chuckled, took out his phone, transferred some money to Lu Jin, and said.

"Bet on the king!"

Lu Jin glanced at her phone and exclaimed in surprise.

“You old codger, even if the odds are higher, you can’t bet your life savings on this.”

As soon as Lu Jin finished speaking, Tian Jinzhong and the Old Master both looked at him with expressions that said, "I knew you were paying attention."

"Ahem, these kids can't be managed too strictly, but they also can't be allowed to go too far."

Lu Jin coughed lightly twice, then continued.

"So... I know a little about the opening."

As Lu Jin spoke, she tapped her fingers repeatedly, placing the funds Zhang Zhiwei had given her on Wang Ye, while simultaneously quickly transferring additional funds to follow suit.

"Oh? I see."

The old master and Tian Jinzhong spoke at the same time, and when they mentioned Lu Jin, his face turned red, and he quickly put away his phone.

"Watch the match, watch the match! The two juniors below are really putting on a great show."

Both of them chuckled after hearing Lu Jin's words, and then looked back at the match in the arena.

Feng Baobao versus Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao's attempt to blow air was futile against Feng Baobao's agile movements.

Finally, Xiao Xiao was forced to expand the casting area, but unfortunately, the wind-up was too long, and Feng Baobao covered her mouth at close range.

This caused his breath to explode, shattering his soul.

Upon seeing this, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei frowned and spoke.

"These kids really don't know their own strength, I have to take action."

"Hey, Master, don't rush. Let's see how to deal with those juniors."

"If they can't handle it, it's not too late for you to step in."

Lu Jin then spoke with a smile.

Xiao Xiao was a disciple of his, but he wasn't worried at all, considering that this was the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain.

As soon as Lu Jin finished speaking, Feng Baobao also noticed the other party's problem.

"We can't cause trouble for Zhang Chulan, we need to think of a way."

At this moment, Feng Baobao cleverly made a gesture, imagining the other person exhaling and inhaling.

With a single breath, she inhaled the scattered souls around her, and her abdomen swelled up, mimicking a ten-month pregnancy.

"No, I have to leave the field."

Upon seeing this scene, the old celestial master immediately wanted to step in and save the people.

Just then, a man dressed like a bartender with squinty eyes stepped onto the stage; it was Zhuge Qing.

"The four plates are in harmony."

He directly used Zhuge Qimen Dunjia to seal the lost soul, but at the same time he was in a dilemma.

'Now we've sealed away the scattered souls, but how do we bring them back?'

"A regular Xun character would be far from enough."

Just as Zhuge Qing was pondering, Zhang Yan, disguised as Wang Ye, spoke up from the stands.

"Wang Ye, I'll fight this battle for you, but you'll still have to bear the consequences."

The white-haired old man beside him nodded and said to Zhang Yan.

"Alright, thank you, senior, but you must ask Zhuge Qing if he has ever been defeated?"

Zhang Yan: "..."

As he spoke, Zhang Yan leaped onto the field and began to speak in a Tai Chi stance.

"Feng Baobao, isn't your stomach bloated? Throw it out."

Feng Baobao was already holding it in for a very long time, and upon hearing this, she immediately vomited.

Zhang Yan caught Xiao Xiao's soul, pieced it back together, and sent it back, thinking to himself.

"It's a pity we can't use the methods of shamans, otherwise we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

Looking at the methods of 'Wang Ye' and Zhuge Qing, Lu Jin asked a question.

"Old Celestial Master, what do you think of these children?"

The old celestial master looked at Zhang Yan, who was staring at him from the center of the arena, and showed a pleased expression towards his junior. He then spoke.

"Haha, the younger generation is truly formidable. The younger generation is truly formidable."

He said it very loudly, and Zhang Yan heard it clearly. His face immediately darkened.

Zhuge Qing then retrieved the four plates and spoke to Zhang Yan.

"Master Wang Ye, that's quite an impressive technique."

Zhang Yan, holding his breath, spoke up.

"You're all down now, so don't bother going back up. I'll finish up quickly and you can call it a day."

Zhuge Qing: "..."

At this moment, the Longhu Mountain disciple who was hosting the competition spoke up.

"Master Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, it's your turn next. Let's begin now."

"Hehe, since the host has said so, let's begin."

As Zhuge Qing spoke, he gestured for them to proceed.

Zhang Yan took a step forward and immediately started with the Feng Hou Qi Men technique. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't say that shameful thing.

"Zhuge Qing, I guess you've figured it out too, we're both sorcerers."

"In that case, let's not make it so tough."

"You can just calculate the wins and losses directly."

Zhuge Qing had already calculated the outcome yesterday; it was an unfavorable draw, but he still wanted to give it a try.

Under Zhang Yan's guidance, Zhuge Qing once again manipulated the four plates, but just by trying, he discovered that his Qimen Dunjia formation was already in disarray.

"Ugh."

Zhuge Qing felt his blood rush to his head, and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Yan glanced at him and spoke.

"The Golden Watchman."

As soon as the spell was used, Zhuge Qing's mouthful of blood stopped immediately.

It wasn't that Zhuge Qing held back; rather, the entire venue, except for the Old Master, fell silent.

The real-life time-stop series!

Zhang Yan turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei in the stands and then spoke.

"Li Zi, Chi Lian!"

A fire dragon appeared out of thin air, baring its fangs and claws as it flew towards Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled as he watched the approaching fire dragon, his eyes gleaming with brilliant golden light.

A thin golden thread extended from his hand, like a long whip, and wrapped around the fire dragon, the two pulling against each other.

"Hehe, I was just praising you, why are you so angry?"

"Hehe, old Celestial Master, have you ever been defeated?"

"How about we finish that fight at the Lu family compound today?"

Zhang Yan, not to be outdone, also spoke up.

"Old Celestial Master... Immortal Zhang... please stop fighting."

Wang Ye, who was disguised to the side, spoke at an extremely slow pace, his eyes filled with terror. After he finished speaking, he collapsed.

Zhang Yan and the other person looked at Wang Ye at the same time, thinking to themselves: How could we have forgotten about him?

He then withdrew his methods.

"Wow!"

Zhuge Qing finally coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked at Zhang Yan with a mixture of confusion and shock.

Zhang Yan waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving. Come find me in the next two days, and I'll explain everything to you."

Zhang Yan wouldn't care what the real Wang Ye said at the time; he wouldn't reveal the truth about the competition anyway.

"Why did Wang Ye leave right after he finished speaking?"

"Yes, why did Zhuge Qing suddenly vomit blood?"

"Who wins and who loses in this situation?"

……

Lu Jin, who was standing to the side, frowned and spoke up.

"Old Zhang, I just realized that for a moment, I felt like I was disconnected from my surroundings."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Yan's retreating figure and spoke.

"Well, they're both warlocks, so it's normal for them to affect the surrounding environment a bit."

Even after Zhang Yan had been gone for a long time, Zhuge Qing remained standing in the same spot, deep in thought.

He was only woken up by the host when he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his mouth.

"I surrender."