Chapter 590

After Zhuge Qing achieved victory with effortless ease, another seed competitor, Zhang Lingyu, also eliminated his opponent using the Golden Light Spell,

doing so with equal ease to secure his qualification.

The audience couldn’t help but marvel: truly, reputation never lies.

The next competitor to step onto the stage was also one under intense scrutiny,

he was the grandson of Zhang Huaiyi, the expelled disciple of Longhu Mountain,

who had been granted the Golden Light Spell, a secret of the Celestial Master’s Mansion, and was suspected to be the heir of Qitǐ Yuánliú, one of the Eight Marvelous Techniques—Zhang Chulan.

Hmm, because Zhang Jie had interfered, Zhang Lingyu never came down the mountain to test Zhang Chulan,

so the fact that he knew the Yang Wu Lei technique from Longhu Mountain’s thunder arts had never spread.

“Jie Ge, I’m off.”

Zhang Chulan straightened his clothes and walked confidently into the arena.

“Jie Ge, what are you—”

The next instant, Feng Xingtong’s puzzled voice echoed where he stood.

The moment Zhang Chulan left, Zhang Jie immediately moved to a far less noticeable spot.

This left Feng Xingtong utterly baffled.

This was the viewing spot he and Zhang Chulan had painstakingly secured,

one that offered a crystal-clear view of the entire arena and provided shade from the sun,

arguably the best position available—aside from the reserved spectator platforms for the Ten Elders and other greats—

so why leave it?

“Heh heh, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Zhang Jie shifted again, hiding himself in the corner’s shadow,

where the bright sunlight created a blind spot directly beneath it.

Feng Xingtong didn’t understand, but he chose to respect Zhang Jie’s actions.

After all, geniuses have quirks.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chulan strode into the arena with martial pride, his steps utterly unyielding.

“You’re Zhang Chulan?”

His opponent regarded him with deep wariness; one of them, aside from not carrying a heavy ruler,

bore a look and build nearly identical to Xiao Yan from the Doupo Manhua—

The first yiren to speak did so with unmistakable resemblance.

Coincidentally, the man’s name was Xiao Huohuo. Zhang Jie strongly suspected

this was the result of Mi Er, the creator of this world, indulging in a mischievous whim while crafting this arc,

aiming to parody that “once-great genius, now reduced to a despised waste.”

“Indeed, it’s this young master.”

Zhang Chulan tilted his nose skyward, looking down his nostrils at them, perfectly embodying the haughty, spoiled brat persona of Wang Bing.

“We’ve heard much about you, and we’ve been eager to test ourselves against you.”

Xiao Huohuo and his two companions grew excited, eager to fight.

Although Zhang Chulan had yet to achieve any notable victories,

Since Qiti Yuanliu reappeared in the yiren world,

many details of his grandfather’s legendary kill record had leaked out.

Though most of the yiren who died at his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi’s hands were morally corrupt,

their strength was undeniable—each one a match for a sect elder.

With a grandfather of such terrifying power, even if Zhang Chulan hadn’t mastered all of Zhang Huaiyi’s skills,

simple logic dictated that Zhang Chulan’s strength was certainly formidable!

The thought of facing such a young master made them tremble with excitement.

“You wish to fight me?”

Zhang Chulan slipped his hands into his pockets and sneered: “I never fight the weak.”

“Then what would it take for you to fight us?”

Xiao Huohuo and the others asked, troubled.

‘Bitten.’

Zhang Chulan grinned slyly: “Why don’t you three fight each other first,

determine the strongest among you, then let the strongest face me? Wouldn’t that be more satisfying?”

“One-on-one… true man’s battle…”

Just imagining the scene, all three yiren grew dazed.

Even if they lost, they’d surely make a name for themselves in the yiren world—fame and glory today!

“Fine! Let’s do it!”

Xiao Huohuo and the others exchanged glances, their eyes hardening—go!

“Heavenly Fire San Mei Yin!”

“Great Golden Vajra Palm!”

“Watch my Beast Taming Secret Art—go, Pikachu!”

All three unleashed their signature techniques, each a worthy opponent to the other, locked in fierce, evenly matched combat.

For a time, flames raged, golden light flashed, lightning leapt, the arena ablaze, dizzying and chaotic.

“Excellent!”

“Go!”

“Left side! Cut his center! Cut his center!”

The watching yiren were fired up.

While Zhuge Qing and Zhang Lingyu’s battles had been thrilling to watch,

Which young yiren didn’t dream of possessing such profound cultivation and overwhelming power, dominating all others?

But in terms of spectacle, nothing compared to this evenly matched contest,

where each side unleashed their hidden arts, locked in a desperate, back-and-forth struggle.

“Breathe… breathe… I can’t… I give up.”

“Me too.”

The spectacle was grand, beautiful—but the drain on true Qi and stamina was brutal.

After dozens of moves, the Shaolin layman who wielded the Great Golden Vajra Palm

and the youth who summoned a yellow rat resembling Pikachu both looked as if they’d spent the entire night masturbating,

utterly drained of worldly desire.

“Gentlemen, I yield.”

Xiao Huohuo, equally breathless and barely able to straighten his waist, bowed with what little strength remained.

“Now it’s your turn.”

The two yiren squeezed out their last reserves of strength, supporting each other as they shuffled to the arena’s edge,

clearing space for the coming “grand spectacle.”

They were already impatient!

“Brother Zhang, could you grant me a moment to recover?”

Xiao Huohuo bowed apologetically to Zhang Chulan.

In his current state, even a random yiren jumping down from the spectator platform could knock him out in three moves.

To challenge Zhang Chulan in this condition would be disrespectful—to both him and Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan’s face broke into a bright, cheerful smile, his white teeth gleaming with the radiance of righteousness under the sun:

“Brother Xiao, rest assured—I’ll wait until you’ve fully recovered before we settle this!”

"Brother Xiao, rest assured—once you’ve fully recovered, we’ll settle this once and for all!"

Xiao Huohuo happily sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began meditating.

“Breathe… breathe…”

His breathing quickly grew steady and deep, clearly sinking into profound stillness.

The match wasn’t over, and the Longhu Mountain referee silently waited.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the coming clash of dragons and tigers.

Then, simultaneously, their eyes widened.

What did they see?

They saw Zhang Chulan smirk deviously, then his hand flashed with golden light,

delivering a palm strike to the back of Xiao Huohuo, who sat in meditation, his defenses completely abandoned.

A palm struck the back of Xiao Huohuo, who sat in meditation, nearly abandoning all defense.

Xiao Huohuo collapsed instantly, utterly incapacitated.

“You—you did this? We had an agreement!”

"You—you why are you doing this? Didn't we make a promise?"

Xiao Huohuo incredulously questioned Zhang Chulan.

His body ached painfully, but no physical pain matched the agony of betrayal in his heart.

"Hey, this is a battlefield—only victory and defeat matter, no promises."

"This is a valuable lesson I’ve given you; I hope you’ll benefit from it when you enter society."

Zhang Chulan felt no shame; instead, a smile spread across his face, as if what he had done was exactly what he intended.

"Fucking Zhang Chulan, I’ve never seen such a brazen, shameless bastard!"

"A disgrace to Dragon Tiger Mountain!"

"No honor! Ambush tactics!"

All the supernatural spectators watching were enraged by Zhang Chulan’s shameless move and shouted their condemnation.

And these contemptuous shouts eventually unified into one refrain:

"Zhang Chulan, don’t be so fucking shameless!"

"Zhang Chulan, the shameless one!"

"That’s the spirit! Now that’s right!"

Zhang Jie, hiding in the corner, nodded in satisfaction.

Is Zhang Chulan without the title "Don’t Be So Shameless" really Zhang Chulan?

A Zhang Chulan without this title is soulless.

Now, with his exclusive title, Zhang Chulan has become half of his complete form.