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Chapter 190: Pop
chapter 190: chapter 190: pop
this match confirmed the truth of feng baobao's earlier statement: her sole purpose in participating was to assist zhang chulan, clearing the path of all obstacles for him.
unsurprisingly, feng baobao lost to zhang chulan in this match.
moreover, the way she lost was so obviously staged that it couldn't have been more fake. from this moment on, zhang chulan earned the infamous title of "shameless zhang." he became widely recognized as the weakest, luckiest, and most shameless participant among all the contestants.
next came the battle between zhang lingyu and feng xingtong. without alex's interference or that trump card spirit of his, feng xingtong predictably lost to zhang lingyu.
the day passed quickly, and the finals began the next day. this match was the most anticipated of the tournament, drawing even those who had not attended previous rounds to witness the final showdown.
no one believed zhang chulan could win.
in the eyes of the audience, "shameless zhang" had relied solely on luck to make it this far, with his actual strength being pitifully weak.
on the other hand, zhang lingyu, as the personal disciple of the taoist master, possessed immense power and skill.
for the spectators, this was a match without suspense. they were certain zhang chulan's luck had finally run out, and he would be thoroughly exposed when faced with zhang lingyu.
however, unlike the original story, zhang lingyu's strength had significantly increased after overcoming alex's trial. even though zhang chulan displayed shocking abilities, he was still no match for zhang lingyu.
yet, despite zhang lingyu's superior strength, he couldn't escape the schemes of his master.
before the match, the grandmaster had zhang lingyu join him for a meal, during which he secretly added "immortal pills" to the food—special pills that, while non-toxic, would cause full-body paralysis and immobility if the consumer activated their energy at full power.
in a competition, such a condition was enough to determine the outcome.
thus, zhang lingyu, unknowingly betrayed by his master, found himself collapsing mid-match, inexplicably losing the fight.
this result enraged the audience, who cried foul and accused the organizers of rigging the event. however, once the grandmaster personally intervened, all voices of dissent were silenced, and the result was finalized: zhang chulan was declared the winner.
with the conclusion of the tournament, participants began dispersing, each returning to their respective homes.
the next day, at the competition grounds, lu jin attempted to present the tongtian record—the championship prize—to zhang chulan. however, zhang chulan refused to accept it. at the grandmaster's suggestion, the tongtian record was instead handed to the runner-up, zhang lingyu.
time passed, and night fell once again. zhang chulan rejected the idea of undertaking the taoist master's path, forfeiting the chance to uncover the truth behind the koshin war.
meanwhile, at the base of the mountain, quanxing members arrived to attack the taoist master's mansion.
the grandmaster, noticing the commotion in the distance, frowned slightly before rising. he decided it was time to stretch his muscles after decades of inactivity.
however, just as he stepped out the door, he saw alex appear before him, smiling faintly.
"zhiwei," alex said, "go find tian jinzong. quanxing's target is him.
"as for the rest of these quanxing members, leave them to me. this is too much fun for me to let anyone else have a piece of it."
the grandmaster was momentarily stunned but quickly nodded, heading in the direction of tian jinzong.
"since the ancestor wishes to stretch his muscles," the grandmaster said, "then zhiwei will stay out of it..."
alex slowly descended the mountain and was quickly confronted by a group of quanxing followers.
these were low-ranking quanxing members, most of whom were weak in power. ironically, it was their weakness that made them fearless. lacking awareness of the danger, they charged at alex without hesitation.
one quanxing member, wielding a sharp blade, transformed into a streak of light and rushed toward alex, leaving afterimages in his wake.
alex recognized him as the same man who had once attempted to use his speed to defeat the grandmaster. now, he was trying the same tactic against him.
however, unlike the grandmaster, who subdued opponents with wisdom and restraint, alex believed in overwhelming force.
while the quanxing followers glowed with all kinds of radiant energy, alex showed no extraordinary traits. apart from his striking appearance, he seemed utterly ordinary.
the next moment, as the glowing quanxing member collided with alex, a sharp crack resounded. alex's hand struck with precision, shattering the man's skull with a single slap.
the remains were stopped by an invisible barrier, ensuring not a single drop of blood touched alex.
seeing the grisly fate of their comrade, the other quanxing members faltered for a moment. but they quickly regrouped, rallying for another charge.
one leader, attempting to boost morale, shouted, "don't be afraid! what great alex? he's just a mortal in the end! look at him—nothing like an immortal.
"and there are so many of us, and only one of him! even if each of us spits, we'll drown him! attack together and take him down!"
just as this leader was enthusiastically rallying his forces, he noticed the strange expressions on their faces. they were all staring at something behind him.
the light around him dimmed. realizing what was happening, he stiffly turned his head.
alex's ability now manipulated fundamental principles, causing their heads to explode from the very root. it did indeed have a range.
if they could somehow break through dimensions and escape this universe, they might survive.
however, they had dreams of being protagonists but lacked the fate of one. there was no way for them to escape this world.
all they could do was pray that the next to die wouldn't be themselves, buying them a few more moments of life.
but that was all they could hope for.
they were destined to perish.
alex continued slapping with a steady rhythm. by the time two songs' worth of beats had ended, the surrounding area was coated with a grotesque mix of white and red fluids.
under the moonlight, this macabre scene of sticky fluids blending with the grass created an eerie, haunting picture.
apart from a few patches of untainted ground scattered around, the only untouched spot was within one meter of alex himself who is relishing under the illumination of the moon.
beyond that, the area closest to him was the most saturated, the thick fluids forming a grotesque carpet at his feet.
flexing his hands as though shaking off non-existent fatigue, alex glanced at a young taoist disciple of the sect and smiled.
the disciple, utterly terrified, collapsed to the ground, trembling. alex's smile only grew wider.
to slay hundreds of outcasts in such a simple and brutal fashion—alex was satisfied.
he righteously thought to himself:
"punishing evil and upholding justice is our duty!"
...
in the distant forest, the deranged lu jin was battling the four sorcerers—minus xia he—as well as yuan tao and han dan.
because of the four sorcerers' power to manipulate emotions, lu jin was on the verge of losing control. however, he had already found a way to counteract it: by completely surrendering himself to the abyss of rage.
in this state, he would ignore any emotional provocations, with only one thought dominating his mind—killing everyone around him.
but before he could fully descend into madness, a chorus of anguished wails suddenly echoed from afar.
the cries were filled with boundless terror, as though some unspeakable monstrosity was pursuing the wailers.
what was more alarming was that the sound was growing closer by the second. judging by its speed, it would reach them very soon.
the combatants instinctively paused, their attention drawn to the approaching cacophony.
moments later, dozens of figures burst into view, running frantically toward them.
the four sorcerers of quanxing quickly recognized that these were members of their faction. but why were they fleeing so desperately?
they attempted to question them, but these fleeing members, who normally treated the four sorcerers with the utmost reverence, completely ignored their inquiries. some even lashed out at them in blind panic.
frowning, the four sorcerers dodged their attacks, but before they could react further, they witnessed something utterly horrifying: the heads of these once-intact faction members suddenly burst apart.
the scene unfolded so abruptly that they barely managed to avoid the splattering carnage. nevertheless, their clothes were still stained with the grisly remains.
there was no time to clean the filth off themselves. the heads of more members continued to explode one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was soaked with unidentifiable white-red fluids. a nauseating stench permeated the air.
everyone present, whether it was the four sorcerers, yuan tao, or lu jin, stood in stunned disbelief as they watched the horrifying scene unfold.
in unison, they muttered:
"what... in the world... is happening?"
within moments, every fleeing member in their line of sight had met the same gruesome fate. not one survived.
as they remained frozen in shock, the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance.
steadily, the sound grew louder, drawing nearer with each passing second.
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