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Those who are affected will experience mild symptoms such as numbness throughout their body and loss of vital energy;
In severe cases, it turns into a pool of pus and blood, resulting in a gruesome death.
In previous matches, he barely even had to lift a finger; he easily dispatched all his opponents simply by relying on that unpredictable green poisonous fog.
Everyone thought that Zhang Chulan's good luck had come to an end.
"Let's see how he wins this time!"
"The poison from the Tang Clan cannot be cured by diarrhea."
"That poisonous miasma is everywhere; even the Golden Light Spell might not be able to block it. Zhang Chulan is doomed!"
On the viewing platform, discussions rose and fell, with almost no one optimistic about Zhang Chulan's chances.
Even Lu Jin and Tian Jinzhong were worried for him.
Only the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei still looked sleepy, but his half-open eyes glanced unintentionally at Zhang Yunyuan, who was calm and composed in the corner, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
The atmosphere on the arena was heavy.
Tang Wenlong was dressed in a black outfit, with a thin face and eyes as cold as a venomous snake.
He looked at Zhang Chulan, who still looked lazy, and a cruel sneer appeared on his lips.
"Zhang Chulan, your good luck has come to an end."
"when--!"
The bell rings to start the game.
Without the slightest probing, Tang Wenlong activated the poisonous energy within his body almost the instant the bell rang.
He suddenly opened his mouth, and a thick, emerald-green mist spewed out as if it were a living thing!
The green mist grew rapidly with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a vast expanse of green poisonous miasma, carrying a nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor, which enveloped Zhang Chulan completely!
"It's poisonous miasma! Tang Wenlong used his ultimate move right from the start!"
"It's over, it's over, there's no way to dodge at this distance!"
A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.
Everyone thought that Zhang Chulan would either immediately activate the Golden Light Mantra or retreat in a sorry state, just like his previous opponents.
However, Zhang Chulan remained standing in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.
He wasn't even slightly nervous; he simply watched the rapidly approaching green toxic fog, powerful enough to corrode even steel.
Just as the poisonous fog was about to reach his body, he moved.
He neither activated the Golden Light Mantra nor retreated.
He simply raised his hands slowly, clasped them together in front of his chest, and then suddenly pushed them forward!
His movements were slow, yet they carried an ancient and solemn rhythm, as if he were not fighting, but performing some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual.
"Lefa..."
A low shout came from his mouth; the sound was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap, clearly resounding in everyone's ears.
"...Purify the world!"
A dazzling, pure white bolt of lightning erupted from the center of his palms!
The lightning was not the golden color of traditional Yang Five Thunder, but a pure white color without any impurities.
It is neither violent nor fierce, but carries a sacred aura as bright as the sun, purifying all things!
The seemingly all-pervasive and extremely insidious green miasma was as fragile as ice and snow under the scorching sun, or like a ghost encountering its nemesis, in the face of this pure white lightning.
There was no violent explosion, no clash of energy.
The moment they made contact, they were completely purified by the pure white lightning and vanished without a trace!
It was as if they had never existed in this world.
This move was something Zhang Yunyuan casually reminded Zhang Chulan of after witnessing his half-baked lightning magic.
This combines the powerful and yang nature of thunder magic with the essence of the "Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra," one of the eight great divine mantras of Taoism, which is dedicated to cleansing impurities and purifying the world.
With the power of thunder, we carry out the real work of purification.
This was originally an extremely profound principle of change, but unexpectedly, Zhang Chulan actually comprehended it!
"This...this is impossible!"
The mockery and cruelty on Tang Wenlong's face froze completely the moment he saw the poisonous miasma being purified in an instant, turning into unbelievable horror.
His poisonous miasma was his greatest asset and the unique skill he was most proud of!
It was actually... broken just like that?
It was broken so easily by a strange thunder technique that he had never heard of or seen before.
His mind went blank, and he even forgot to make a next move.
But Zhang Chulan didn't give him any chance to be stunned.
The instant the lightning dissipated, his figure, like a ghost, tore through the air and approached Tang Wenlong!
Tang Wenlong only had time to utter one word.
A palm wrapped in golden lightning, crackling with electric arcs, was firmly imprinted on his chest.
Tang Wenlong's body was struck as if by a heavy hammer. He flew backward like a broken sack, tracing a messy arc in the air before crashing heavily outside the arena, spitting out blood and losing consciousness on the spot.
The whole audience was silent.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the young man on the stage who was slowly withdrawing his hand.
The sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.
That face, which always carried a hint of cynicism, was now utterly calm and serene.
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A deathly silence that lasted for more than ten seconds.
Immediately, the entire Longhu Mountain martial arts arena erupted like a lake surface hit by a depth charge!
"I...I didn't see that wrong, did I?!"
"One move! Just one move! Tang Wenlong of the Tang Clan was defeated?!"
"What is that white lightning? I've never seen it before. Is this still the lightning magic of Longhu Mountain?"
"That's so cool! That's a true master!"
The previous boos and jeers directed at Zhang Chulan, filled with disdain and contempt, transformed into incredulous exclamations and heartfelt shock at this moment.
If the previous two victories were due to despicable "luck,"
This decisive, clean, and overwhelming victory is an undeniable testament to absolute, crushing strength!
Only then were the crowd convinced, and their gazes toward the figure on the stage completely changed.
It was no longer about looking at a clown who had gotten lucky, but about looking up at a true genius who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Black to deep natural pink.
On the viewing platform, Lu Jin choked on a mouthful of tea and coughed violently.
He pointed at Zhang Chulan below the arena, then looked at Tian Jinzhong beside him, who also had a blank expression, and his voice changed slightly.
"Old Tian...this...this kid...when did he become so powerful? I've never seen that lightning technique before?"
Tian Jinzhong's eyes were also fixed on the spot, and he muttered to himself:
"I...I don't know either...His lightning technique seems...it seems to be even more refined than Lingyu's Yin Five Lightning..."
Only the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei maintained his calm and composed expression.
He slowly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then turned his seemingly cloudy eyes to Zhang Yunyuan, who remained calm throughout.
The old master suddenly laughed, a laugh that carried a hint of knowing everything.
He raised his chin slightly in Zhang Yunyuan's direction and asked slowly in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for the big shots around him to hear clearly.
"Yun Yuan, tell your senior brother honestly, did you secretly give this kid special tutoring?"
Upon hearing this, both Lu Jin and Tian Jinzhong were startled and turned to look at Zhang Yunyuan.
Zhang Yunyuan remained unmoved by the probing gazes of the crowd.
He simply picked up the teacup in front of him, blew on it to cool it, and replied in a very calm tone:
"I just said a few words offhand, and he just got it right."
The simple phrase "just said a few words offhand" carries more weight than any explanation.
Lu Jin and Tian Jinzhong looked at him, then at the spirited Zhang Chulan below the arena, and a thought simultaneously arose in their minds:
It seems that two real dragons are about to emerge from Longhu Mountain.
That night, the night market at the foot of Longhu Mountain was brightly lit and bustling with people.
On a table in the corner of a food stall, there were already cups and plates scattered everywhere.
"Come on! Let's make our Ah Lian a sensation and spread our fame! Cheers!"
Feng Xingtong held up a beer mug, his face flushed, and his tongue was almost slurred.
Zhuge Qing, Canglong, and a group of talented young players raised their glasses in response, creating an extremely lively atmosphere.
Zhang Chulan's thunder magic amazed the audience, securing his place in the top eight and completely washing away his previous "shameless" reputation, making him the biggest dark horse of this year's Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.
Feng Xingtong's friends naturally wanted to celebrate with him.
After several rounds of drinks, everyone was quite drunk, calling each other brothers and putting their arms around each other's shoulders.
As the drinking progressed and the conversation gradually veered off course.
I don't know who brought it up first.
"Hey, I heard that Chu Lan, you're still a novice?"