novelraw Chapter 65 Zhang Chulan's Entrance Ceremony!
Chapter 65 Zhang Chulan's Entrance Ceremony!
Chapter 65 Zhang Chulan's Entrance Ceremony!
At the exit of the arena, Lu Xiaobai was still planning to go find his two clones.
Suddenly, several people carrying microphones and cameras, clearly reporters, walked over quickly. The leader was a young female reporter.
"Mr. Lu! Please wait!"
The female reporter nimbly blocked his path, microphone almost shoved in his face, speaking rapidly: "Hello! We are reporters from the Extraordinary People TV Station, Yaoxing Society!"
"Your match just now was very exciting! What are your thoughts on defeating Little Fire God? What kind of ability is that pure white flame?"
you----"
Lu Xiaobai paused only slightly, not even letting his gaze linger on her face for a second longer, as if she were just an inconspicuous stone by the roadside.
He walked right past her, leaving only two casual words: "No time."
The female reporter's outstretched microphone froze in mid-air, her professional smile instantly turning into one of utter embarrassment.
She looked at Lu Xiaobai's decisive back and didn't know what to do.
Just then, Little Fire God Hong Bin, wearing Zhuge Qing's black coat and with a blush still on his face (half from anger and half from embarrassment), walked out of the exit, cursing.
The female reporter's eyes lit up, as if she had grasped a lifeline, and she immediately led her team to him, shouting, "Little Vulcan! Little Vulcan!"
"Please share your thoughts on this match! Although it was a narrow defeat, your performance—"
Hearing the voices behind him, Lu Xiaobai heard Hong Bin's rough voice excitedly describing the "earth-shattering battle" that had just taken place: "That guy! Gone in a flash! Like a ghost!"
"Then came a rain of fire! Purple! It pelted down like hail! It was absolutely devastating! I tried to withstand it, but my whole body went numb!"
"That last blow! Whoa! That white stuff! It froze me so badly my soul almost left my body! I felt like I was about to meet my ancestor any second now!"
"You guys didn't see it, did you? The ground suddenly cracked open with several huge fissures over twenty meters long! If it weren't for me..."
Listening to Hong Bin's increasingly outrageous, exaggerated, and almost demonic description of Lu Xiaobai, Lu Xiaobai quickened his pace expressionlessly, wanting only to escape this embarrassing scene that made him want to dig his toes into the ground.
This guy's imagination is such that it's a waste that he's not writing novels.
They hadn't gone far when the Minister of Magic rushed over, his face unusually anxious: "Main body! Over there! The Minister of Intelligence—he seems to be—"
Through the clear senses of the soul connection, Lu Xiaobai instantly understood what his other self wanted to do.
He frowned almost imperceptibly.
Should we stop it?
The intelligence chief gets easily carried away with his research; what if he accidentally demolishes some auspicious spot on Longhu Mountain?
The old master's "severe beating" was no joke.
Last time, they burned a few of his precious beards, and he barely escaped by hiding behind Dean Taber.
Thinking of the dean's bewildered expression and the old master's ambiguous smile, Lu Xiaobai's lips involuntarily curved upwards.
Ah, those carefree days spent running around in college—
If only I could go back.
The thought only flashed through my mind.
"Understood." Lu Xiaobai interrupted the Minister of Magic, his tone returning to calm.
"You handle the rest of the matches. I need to keep an eye on him over there. The massive, naturally formed magic nodes like Longhu Mountain are incredibly rare; they're perfect for perfecting the details of several key magic arrays for the [Lord of the Mysterious Mist]."
After saying that, without even waiting for the Minister of Magic's agreement or objection, he quickly glanced sharply at a corner in the shadows of the woods not far away, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the layers of branches and leaves to see something.
Immediately afterwards, a barely perceptible ripple spread through the space around him, and his entire figure blurred instantly, like a reflection in water.
disappear.
The Minister of Magic was left alone, blinking blankly at the spot where his true form had vanished, and sighed helplessly.
Why does this "cleaning up messes" always always fall on his shoulders?
"Xiao Bai? What are you doing here all alone?"
Zhang Chulan, who was coming down from the audience, happened to see the Minister of Magic sighing into thin air.
"Don't you hate crowded places the most?"
"Are you going to fight next? Isn't the intelligence chief the guy who loves to get involved in these kinds of things?"
The Minister of Magic snapped out of his daze, looked at Zhang Chulan, whose face, identical to his original form, was filled with utter despair: "The original form—sigh, never mind, it's nothing." He waved his hand, too lazy to explain.
Zhang Chulan was speechless at his appearance.
His eyes darted around, and suddenly he leaned close to the Minister of Magic's ear, whispering something quickly.
The Minister of Magic listened, and a very strange expression appeared on his face, as if he had heard some absurd yet somewhat interesting idea.
He looked Zhang Chulan up and down a few times, and finally nodded, his lips twitching slightly.
"Alright, let's do it that way," the Minister of Magic said briefly.
Zhang Chulan's face immediately broke into a sly grin, he patted the Minister of Magic on the shoulder, turned around and quickly ran back to the entrance of the arena. It was his turn to play in the next match.
The Minister of Magic turned and walked toward another exit at the back of the arena.
Just as the two figures were about to disappear at the end of the road, a middle-aged man in a suit with an ordinary face slowly walked out from the shadows of the woods that Lu Xiaobai's main body had previously glanced at.
He frowned, staring at the direction Lu Xiaobai had disappeared in, then at the Minister of Magic's departing figure, and muttered to himself, "Tsk—did I just get caught?"
His method of concealing his aura was extremely skillful, and he was confident that he wouldn't be easily detected. However, Lu Xiaobai's seemingly casual glance made him feel as if he had been seen through.
He walked over to the female reporter from Yaoxing Society who was interviewing Little Vulcan, and whispered a few words to her without making a sound. The female reporter's excitement subsided a little, and she nodded slightly.
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, his eyes serious: "Fine. Anyway, he's not our target. We'd better avoid causing any unnecessary trouble with this mysterious and strange fellow."
He took one last deep look in the direction where the Minister of Magic had disappeared, his brow furrowing even more deeply.
"Exactly the same—and that spatial teleportation just now—this guy is too weird."
His mind raced, but he couldn't make sense of it.
Meanwhile, inside the competition venue...
"Ding Zhuque Group, please have contestant Zhang Chulan enter the arena immediately! This is the third announcement!" The referee's voice echoed through the arena through the loudspeaker, tinged with impatience.
The audience seats were already full, and now they were craning their necks, discussing excitedly, filled with anticipation and curiosity.
In the center of the arena, the three first-arriving contestants stopped talking and stared intently at the exit of the contestant tunnel.
Body Source Flow!
One of the legendary Eight Extraordinary Skills!
The most mysterious and eye-catching dark horse of this year's Luo Tian Da Zhan!
The man who has been hiding in the world of supernatural beings for nearly twenty years—Zhang Chulan!
Just how strong is he right now?
What methods will he employ?
At this moment, everyone held their breath.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the contestant entrance passage, Zhang Chulan was scratching his head in frustration.
He somehow acquired a large black cloak and wrapped himself up completely, leaving only his head exposed.
He was holding up his phone, and on the screen was the Minister of Magic, with whom he was having a video call.
"Xiao Bai! Xiao Bai! Have you finished over there? The referee has called three times already! I'm about to go in!" Zhang Chulan's voice was very low and full of anxiety.
In the video footage, the Minister of Magic appears to be doing something "shady" in an open area behind the stadium.
He was enveloped in a rich, azure magical light, like liquid seawater, and a complex, shimmering magic circle, several meters in diameter, was unfolding beneath his feet.
Magical runes flickered in the air, clearly indicating that a large-scale spell was being cast.
"Hmm, energy guidance—coordinate anchoring—almost done."
The Minister of Magic stared intently at the magic circle before him, not even looking up. His voice, coming through the phone with a strange echo, said, "Zhang Chulan, go in. Proceed according to plan."
"Very good!"
Zhang Chulan almost jumped up, his face instantly filled with ecstasy.
But he immediately rubbed his face hard, forcibly suppressing his smile, trying to straighten his face and back, attempting to create an aura of a profound and unfathomable master.
He took a deep breath, wrapped his black cloak tighter around himself, and walked out of the passageway with deliberately slowed steps, as if measuring the earth, and stepped into the arena that everyone was watching!
"He's here! Zhang Chulan is here!"
"Look! That's the successor of the Qi Body Source Stream!"
"He's wearing a cloak? What a powerful aura!"
"Are we finally going to witness the Eight Extraordinary Skills?"
All eyes and all cameras instantly focused on him!
My expectations are through the roof!
Zhang Chulan walked to the center of the arena and stood facing his three opponents, each with a different expression.
He lowered his head slightly, his large hood covering most of his face, revealing only a chin with sharp, cold lines.
The black cloak moved without wind, fluttering and rustling, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power.
The entire stadium was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, waiting for the moment he would unveil his mysterious veil and reveal his astonishing abilities.
Zhang Chulan slowly raised his right hand, and under the watchful eyes of countless tense, expectant, and inquisitive gazes, he gently tapped his right thumb and middle finger together—
Snapped!
A crisp snap of fingers, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, echoed clearly in the silent stadium.
Then, something astonishing happened!
Centered on Zhang Chulan, the light in the entire arena suddenly distorted and dimmed!
Above the stadium, it seemed as if an invisible thick fog had appeared out of nowhere and gradually spread out!
The world itself was completely transformed the instant the fingers snapped!
"Are you the challengers?"
Zhang Chulan spoke expressionlessly and in an icy tone.
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