27: Lu Linglong: Great Grandpa, I tried my best

On the arena.

As the smoke and dust dispersed, electric arcs occasionally flickered in the air.

Lu Linglong lay collapsed on the ground, her whole body scorched black, her pink long hair all blown upright like a Super Saiyan. She hadn't expected to be instantly defeated, without any chance to retaliate.

It was truly a small heart, but a huge shock.

"No, no, no!!! How could Linglong possibly lose!?"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe she would lose!"

Cang Long knelt on the ground, shouting in disbelief.

Lin Yuan let out a long breath. He was truly frustrated. He was afraid of accidentally turning the little girl into atoms with one slap, but also afraid that if the slap was too light, he would have to waste time delivering another one.

After all, Lu Linglong practiced the Quanzhen internal alchemy techniques, which emphasized a tough physique and being able to withstand beatings.

The referee, after confirming that Lu Linglong could not get up, immediately announced:

"Lin Yuan versus Lu Linglong!"

"Winner! Lin Yuan!"

...Meanwhile, outside the arena.

Lu Jin watched as his great-granddaughter was carried out, beaten to such a state, with white smoke still rising from her body.

At this moment, no matter how much he admired Lin Yuan, his heart was filled with rage.

"Great-grandpa... I tried my best..."

Lu Linglong was so dazed from the electric shock that she kept repeating this sentence.

Lu Jin's face was ashen, his fists clenched tight.

Just then, Lin Yuan came over to the stretcher and asked:

"Linglong, are you alright? Did I use too much force?"

"No, the force was just right... dazed but no brain damage..."

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then don't take it to heart, I really didn't mean to."

"I didn't take it to heart at all... really... not at all... I'll just go change my clothes..."

Listening to Lu Linglong's words, Lu Jin froze in place. Memories of the Lu Family Compound furiously assaulted him.

Back then, he was slapped and made to cry by that old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei, and Lü Ci had laughed at him for a long time.

So Tianshi Mansion completely dominates my Lu Family, huh!

Good! Good! Good! Your disciple, Zhang Zhiwei, is making history repeat itself! Old Taoist priest! I'm not done with you over this!

"My apologies, Senior Lu!"

"Heh heh! Lin Yuan! You truly live up to being Zhang Zhiwei's good disciple! Indeed! You've truly inherited his teachings!"

Lu Jin clenched his fists. Although he really wanted to give Lin Yuan a good punch, according to seniority, this kid was a junior, and hitting him would be beneath him.

In his entire life, he had never bullied a junior. For this matter, he would seek out Zhang Zhiwei!

The old grudge! And the new hatred would be settled together!

Meanwhile, at another competition venue.

Zhang Chulan limped into the competition area.

"Shan Shitong!! Please enter the arena!"

"Shan Shitong!! Are you here!? Enter immediately! Notify his companions, last five minutes, if he doesn't enter, it means he forfeits!"

...Zhang Chulan even found it a bit boring. He pulled out some melon seeds from his pocket and started cracking them on the side.

"Peh! Shan Shitong! Hurry up! If you don't come soon, I'll win..."

Zhang Chulan spat out melon seed shells while shouting, looking extremely arrogant and speaking in a highly provocative manner.

The audience in the stands, seeing Zhang Chulan's wretched appearance, began to doubt why Source of Qi was on this kid.

"Damn it! Is that Shan Shitong coming or not!? I want to go down there right now and kick that damn cripple's good leg!"

"Right! I can't stand such arrogant people! I'm going too!"

...Soon, five minutes passed. Just as Zhang Chulan finished cracking his melon seeds, he casually threw the shells on the ground and clapped his hands.

"Alright! Referee! Can you announce the result now?"

Just then, Shan Shitong, his face scorched black, ran breathlessly into the competition area.

"I! I'm here!!"

Zhang Chulan sidled over with a wretched look.

"What's the use of you coming? Time's up, you've automatically forfeited, right, referee?"

The referee looked at the wretched Zhang Chulan, suppressing his anger, and said: "That's right! Shan Shitong did not arrive within the stipulated time and is considered to have automatically forfeited."

Shan Shitong stood with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily.

"I report! This old schemer! Yesterday, he and Feng Baobao tried to bury me alive so I wouldn't participate in the competition today! And then I got struck by lightning and passed out!"

Zhang Chulan immediately waved his hand.

"Hey! Little comrade! You need evidence when you speak! Otherwise, I'll sue you for defamation!"

"Referee! He's slandering! Slandering me!"

All the spectators believed that Zhang Chulan was shameless and must have used some underhanded tactics.

"Geneva! Zhang Chulan! I've tolerated you for too long!"

"Shameless! Zhang Chulan! You almost made me unable to have descendants! You stand still! Today, I'm going to make you a Bakugan boy!"

...Zhang Chulan looked at the jostling crowd around him and immediately turned to the referee.

"Cough cough... Referee, the scene is so chaotic, shouldn't you maintain order?"

The referee glanced at Zhang Chulan with a cold expression.

"Hmph! The match has already been decided. The rest has nothing to do with me. If you get beaten to death and can't participate in the next round, we are not responsible!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Zhang Chulan knew he had played too far. Without a moment's hesitation, purely out of instinct, he thought:

"Run!!!"

Zhang Chulan then found that his back no longer hurt, and his leg was no longer limping.

"Damn it! Let me get him first!!"

"Take this, Crow Sitting on a Plane!"

Zhang Chulan grabbed Feng Baobao, who was still watching the commotion, and immediately ran towards Lin Yuan's direction.

"Martial Uncle! Save me!! Martial Uncle!!!"

Zhang Chulan's voice was almost hoarse from shouting. Seeing Lin Yuan and Zhang Lingyu right in front of him, he thought he had found his saviors.

But unexpectedly, Lin Yuan suddenly pointed to the sky.

"Senior Brother, look how big and round the sun is. Shall we take a closer look?"

After saying that, a long sword appeared under Lin Yuan and Zhang Lingyu's feet respectively. The two stood in the air, completely ignoring Zhang Chulan below.

"Damn it! Lin Yuan! Shan Shitong! You're also involved! Why am I the only one getting beaten!"

"Oh my god! Zhang Chulan! You dare to slander our big brother!"

"Exactly! How could Immortal Lin Yuan be as despicable as you! Sisters! Go tear Zhang Chulan's mouth apart!"

Some of the female spectators, upon hearing Zhang Chulan slandering Lin Yuan, also joined the chase.

By evening, Zhang Chulan, dressed in ragged clothes, holding a broken bowl, his face smeared black, returned to his residence.

He had been repeatedly cornered today, with no other option but to disguise himself as a beggar...