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Upon seeing that it was Tang Wenlong, Zhang Chulan was completely stunned.

Holy crap, it's the Tang Clan again?

Yesterday on the arena, Zhang Chulan tricked a Tang Sect disciple, and now another Tang Sect disciple has appeared.

Zhang Chulan was speechless.

Am I really that destined to be with the Tang Clan?

The time is almost up.

Zhang Chulan walked into the arena.

However, Zhang Chulan wore a thick robe, covering his entire face so that others couldn't see it.

Tang Wenlong clasped his hands in greeting to Zhang Chulan, "I am Tang Wenlong from the Tang Clan. Please enlighten me."

It grew out but didn't speak.

Tang Wenlong felt immense pressure because he had a feeling that the person opposite him was a mysterious master.

Rongshan couldn't stand it anymore.

Rong Shan shouted, "Zhang Chulan, take off your robe and start the match!"

Hear the name.

Tang Wenlong was stunned.

Is that Zhang Chulan on the other side?

Tang Wenlong immediately became excited and shouted at Zhang Chulan, "Zhang Chulan, it's you, you son of a bitch! I thought it was someone else!"

Zhang Chulan knew he couldn't hide it any longer.

He tossed aside his long robe and said to Tang Wenlong, "That's right, I am Zhang Chulan. I never change my name or surname, I am Zhang Chulan!"

Tang Wenlong vaguely remembers the scene at the competition venue yesterday.

Zhang Chulan knocked out his junior brother, Tang Wen, with an electric baton.

Tang Wenlong said to Zhang Chulan, "Save your breath, I'm not afraid of electricity!"

Zhang Chulan stood loosely in front of Tang Wenlong, his work uniform from All-Tong clinging to his body in a wrinkled mess, his hands in his pockets, and a harmless, even pleading, smile on his face.

"Brother Tang, please be gentle, my skin is so delicate..."

"Senior brother, kill him! Senior brother, avenge me!"

"Heaven has eyes, senior brother, avenge me!"

From the stands, Tang Wen, who had been stunned by Zhang Chulan's electric baton yesterday, shouted.

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched.

Am I really that hated?

Suddenly, Zhang Chulan saw several flashes of cold light. Tang Wenlong's fingers, concealed by his wide sleeves, had already launched poison needles.

Tang Wenlong has made his move!

Zhang Chulan let out a strange cry, his body suddenly leaning backward, rolling away in a very disheveled state, narrowly missing those few deadly blue lights.

The poisoned needles pierced the bluestone slab where he had just stood, and the stone surface instantly bubbled with a strange dark blue foam, hissing as it was corroded into several small, smoking pits.

"Tsk, Tang Clan's hidden weapons, such an enthusiastic greeting!" Zhang Chulan patted his chest as he got up, looking at the poisoned needles on the ground with lingering fear in his eyes.

Tang Wenlong's expression remained unchanged, but the coldness in his eyes intensified.

His figure suddenly blurred, and a bloody gust of wind swept across the entire arena!

A thick, emerald-green mist surged from his body, carrying a pungent, spicy, and sweet-smelling aroma.

The green mist churned and spread rapidly, greedily devouring the light and air in the space as if it had a life of its own. In the blink of an eye, the center of the arena transformed into an emerald-colored prison, completely engulfing Zhang Chulan's figure, leaving only a blurry outline swaying frantically in the mist.

"Oh no! It's the Tang Clan's [Poisonous Mist]!"

Zhang Chulan was secretly alarmed and quickly used the Golden Light Mantra to protect himself.

Legend has it that this poisonous mist can corrode the skin and bones, and inhaling just one breath is enough to paralyze the meridians and disrupt one's vital energy.

In the thick fog, Zhang Chulan's figure swayed unsteadily.

His uniform, which had been brushed against by the poisonous fog, quickly rotted and developed holes, with charred brown marks on the edges and wisps of smoke rising from it.

He coughed violently, his steps unsteady and unsteady, as if he might collapse at any moment.

"Admit defeat, Zhang Chulan."

Tang Wenlong's icy voice pierced through the poisonous fog, carrying an indifferent air of complete control, "The poison has already entered your lungs and internal organs. Forcing yourself to endure it will only ruin your cultivation."

Tang Wenlong pressed forward relentlessly, his figure moving like a deadly ghost in the green mist, his steps calm and steady.

........

See this scene.

The atmosphere in the audience was heavy and tense. Xu Si frowned, while Feng Baobao tilted her head, her face still expressionless, though a faint hint of confusion flickered in the depths of her eyes.

Xu San pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as needles: "What trick is this kid... playing now?"

Xu Si, a cigarette dangling from his lips, chuckled through the swirling smoke: "Playing dumb to fool others is Bi Lian's specialty."

Just as Tang Wenlong took his most steady and confident step, less than three arm spans away from Zhang Chulan, a sudden change occurred!

Zhang Chulan, who was breathing heavily in the fog as if he was about to die at any moment, suddenly raised his head.

All the pain on my face disappeared!

"Tang Wenlong, the hunter isn't you, it's me!"

"A great hunter always appears as the prey!"

A subtle, indescribable smile curved Zhang Chulan's lips.

Tang Wenlong felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

An instinctive warning from the depths of one's soul about a powerful, unknown threat exploded instantly!

"Tang Wenlong!" Zhang Chulan's voice suddenly boomed, "Let me show you what Yang Wu Lei is all about!"

"Palm Thunder - Little White Snake!"

An indescribable bolt of lightning erupted from between Zhang Chulan's clasped fingers!

The instant it left my hand, it actually transformed into a white snake made entirely of pure, extremely yang, and extremely powerful lightning!

Tang Wenlong felt a chill run down his spine! An unprecedented shadow of death enveloped him completely.

At the critical moment, he roared almost instinctively, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and unleashed the Qi he had painstakingly cultivated within his body in a frenzied and reckless manner!

"Black-tailed Armor!!!"

The next moment, black scale-like armor appeared on Tang Wenlong's body.

This is the Tang Clan's Black-tailed Armor.

*Sizzle—Boom!*

The white lightning bolt slammed into the black-tailed armor with unstoppable force!

Countless spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the entire black-tailed armor, and then it exploded with a bang!

It turned into countless wisps of eerie blue light, which were completely annihilated by the raging lightning like will-o'-the-wisps!

Razer's momentum was not yet exhausted, and it easily pierced through Tang Wenlong's blocking arms as if it were a thin sheet of paper!

“Ughh ...!!!”

Tang Wenlong's body was like a kite with a broken string, blasted off the ground and flying backward by an unparalleled force!

The sleeves and lining of his arms turned to ashes the instant the lightning struck them, leaving his exposed skin covered in charred lightning streaks, and a pungent smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

Tang Wenlong's body traced a long parabola before crashing heavily into the rubble at the edge of the arena, filling the air with dust. He had already lost consciousness.

Zhang Chulan looked at Tang Wenlong, who had already been electrocuted.

He muttered to himself, "Didn't you say you weren't afraid of electricity?"

If Tang Wenlong heard this, he would definitely stand up angrily and curse Zhang Chulan, "You bastard, I'm not afraid of electric batons, I never said you knew Yang Five Thunder!"

On the ring, the pungent smell of burning flesh filled the air.

The poisonous fog had long since been completely cleared away, leaving only tiny arcs of electricity crackling in the air.

Zhang Chulan slowly withdrew his hand, the white light that had been dancing at his fingertips quietly fading away. He shook his wrist and took a deep breath.

Zhang Chulan walked to the edge of the arena, looking down at his unconscious opponent amidst the rubble below. A sly smile reappeared on his face. He cupped his hands to the referee and said in a clear voice, "Thank you for the concession."

........

High up at the back of the audience, the old master Zhang Zhiwei sat upright like a mountain, a faint smile appearing on his usually calm face.

He ran his fingertips along his long, snow-white beard, his gaze piercing through the noisy crowd, landing on the seemingly listless figure on the arena, and muttered to himself:

"The Golden Light Mantra of the Celestial Master's Mansion is a shield, protecting against the clouds and fog. This Yang Five Thunder is the true dragon's roar, hidden in the abyss. Once it breaks through the abyss, it will sweep away all evil."

"This child... his skill in concealing his strength has quite a bit of what his grandfather had to offer..."

........

This time, Zhang Chulan's victory was relatively fair and square.

Rong Shan's lips curled up slightly as he announced, "The winner of the Azure Dragon Group is Zhang Chulan!"

In the stands, everyone was somewhat bewildered.

How can Zhang Chulan, who has no shame, be so strong?

That shouldn't be the case. Shouldn't he be kneeling down and begging for mercy?

Actually, Zhang Chulan was faking it all.

Zhang Chulan wants others to look down on him.

Then, I'll deliver the final blow!

Take Tang Wenlong for example.