144: Chapter 144 Feng Shayan's Persistence

The punches enveloped in Zhang Chulan's Lightning Style dealt terrifying damage.

Tang Wenlong and Zhang Chulan exchanged two more moves, but Tang was completely at a disadvantage.

"Why did I think that just because he's shameless, he must be incompetent?" By the time Tang Wenlong realized this, it was already too late.

He activated [Poison Barrier], wrapping his body in Qi, defending with every move to wait for an opening.

Zhang Chulan tossed the Poison-Warding Pill that Liang Wuer had given him into his mouth and crunched it.

Under Tang Wenlong's blurred vision, Zhang Chulan moved in an "S" pattern and landed a punch on Tang Wenlong's chest, sending him flying back dozens of steps. However, the Qi from the [Poison Barrier] also began to spread onto Zhang Chulan's hand.

Tang Wenlong spat out a mouthful of blood, causing Tang Xiaokan and Liang Wuer to cover their faces again.

[Acting] was the highest-rated among all of Zhang Chulan's abilities, and it earned him the powerful title of [dont shake the green lotus].

He feigned being poisoned to deceive Tang Wenlong, leading him to believe the match was going according to his rhythm, before directly unleashing his strongest skill, [Little White Worm].

Several bolts of lightning bound Tang Wenlong, and the Yang Lightning exploded instantly, causing Tang Wenlong to lose consciousness immediately.

When it comes to recognizability, the Longhu Mountain lineage's Lightning Style is second to none. Well, another one's toasted...

The audience in the stands were buzzing with discussion.

"It's over already?"

"What did Zhang Chulan do?"

"I didn't understand what happened!"

"Is [dont shake the green lotus] really that strong?"

"Did Tang Wenlong just not perform well?"

"Zhang Chulan and Tang Wenlong are actually evenly matched," Feng Zhenghao discussed the battle with Feng Xingtong.

"Then why was he so fast?" Feng Xingtong didn't quite agree with his father's view.

"To use your gaming terminology, he had a slow start. Tang Wenlong underestimated his opponent at the beginning, but that was also set up by Zhang Chulan's previous actions," President Feng explained patiently to Feng Xingtong.

"Who says being shameless means you're a weakling? What do you think, Xingtong?" President Feng laughed happily.

"A clever lad, I'm liking him more and more. There's no hope for him and that Sister Mia of his; I should find an opportunity to set him up with your sister again," Feng Zhenghao laughed heartily.

"Let's go, Dad. Let's go watch the match between Sis and Feng Baobao," Feng Xingtong invited Feng Zhenghao to go cheer for his sister.

"You go ahead. Be sure to remind your sister that her safety is the most important thing. I'll be there shortly."

... Feng Shayan looked at Sister Baoer with a look of displeasure. The two didn't have much verbal exchange; they immediately engaged in close-quarters combat, fist against fist and foot against foot.

But if you listened closely, you could hear a strange conversation between Sister Baoer and Feng Shayan.

"Slob, just give up. It won't be as embarrassing that way," the proud young lady's words sounded like advice.

"Why should I?" Sister Baoer asked in confusion.

"If you dare use those weird moves on me, I'll fight you to the death!" Feng Shayan said, sounding a bit flustered.

Before she could finish, Sister Baoer's [Poison Dragon Drill] struck Feng Shayan's chest. Watching from the stands, the audience felt a phantom pain in their own chests.

Feng Shayan's status as a Space-type Innate Esper wasn't just for show. A powerful punch simultaneously traveled through space and landed on Sister Baoer's face.

"Eh? Dad, why didn't Sis use her spatial ability to dodge just now? Was there something special about that move?" Feng Xingtong was bewildered.

"There was nothing special about the move itself, but the timing, angle, and force were perfect—so perfect that a normal person wouldn't even think of them. If you can't even think of it, how can you consider activating an ability to dodge?" As one of the Ten Elders, Feng Zhenghao's insight was top-tier.

"Brother Xu Si really is a piece of work," Xiao Tang complained to Liang Wuer, who was cracking melon seeds beside him, as they watched Feng Baobao's match.

"Hmm?" Liang Wuer smiled and waved a hand at Xiao Tang.

"What kind of moves are these? She's either aiming for Feng Shayan's sensitive spots or focusing entirely on the lower body?" Xiao Tang had some reservations about Sister Baoer's [Eighteen Styles of A-Wei].

"The name doesn't matter. Haven't you noticed this girl fights entirely on instinct? But what interests me more is that her aura is too similar to an old acquaintance's." Liang Wuer's eyes seemed to look back across lifetimes through the blue smoke drifting from his pipe.

"Not only do I have roots, but I also have descendants...!!" That rogue-like voice seemed to ring in his ears. Liang Wuer shook his head. "Just watch the match."

... Feng Shayan seemed to gradually adapt to Sister Baoer's "thoughtless" style of offense, engaging in battle with her based on instinct.

Gradually, the advantage of her spatial ability became apparent, and she began to dodge more and more attacks.

Without warning, Sister Baoer pulled out her kitchen knife and carved a "skylight" into Feng Shayan's combat suit just below the collarbone.

The fabric sagged, catching everyone's eye like a provocative style of qipao. A trace of blood seeped from the wound; the black skintight combat suit and the crimson blood made her wheat-toned skin appear surprisingly delicate.

"You...!!?" Feng Shayan knew that Feng Baobao had started using those strange moves taught to her by some bastard.

Although she was speechless, she couldn't find any major faults. For a short while afterward, she appeared somewhat passive.

"Brother Liang Wu?" Mia's match hadn't started yet. She sat next to Liang Wuer in the stands, watching the match and swiping some of his melon seeds.

"What is it?" Liang Wuer looked at Mia with a mix of helplessness and doting.

"See anything interesting?" Mia's voice had a mischievous edge to it.

"This girl's (Feng Shayan) defense is fine; you could say she's fully utilizing her ability, but..." Liang Wuer stopped mid-sentence.

This left "I Don't Listen to Gossip" Zhuge Qing, sitting not far behind them, dying of curiosity.

"Her offensive pattern is wrong, isn't it? But the kind we're thinking of can't be used in this tournament." Mia shelled a melon seed and placed it in Liang Wuer's hand.

"This kid's skills have similarities to [Lay Buddhist Erli]'s, but in terms of spatial ability alone, the maneuverability is far richer than [Tariki]..." Liang Wuer agreed with Mia's point.

"So, you two riddle-makers! What on earth are you talking about?" Tuaner unhappily snatched away the melon seed Mia had shelled. She felt it had Mia's saliva on it and shouldn't be given to anyone else.

Liang Wuer was a bit reluctant to lose the seed. Mia shelled two more for him. He popped them into his mouth and said indistinctly to Tuaner, "Tuaner, have you ever eaten ice cream?"

"Yeah, I have. Huh? Oh! So that's it? That really is a terrifying ability! Mia, you're forbidden from fighting this [Bodysuit Freak] from now on!" Tuaner realized the answer and joined the ranks of the riddle-makers.

"Hehe, you... you're driving Zhuge Qing crazy with curiosity..." Mia poked Tuaner's little head with her finger.

"Let him be. 'I Don't Listen to Gossip' Zhuge Qing, 'dont shake the green lotus' Zhang Chulan, 'Regardless of Gender' Zhang Lingyu."

"Eh? Sister Tuaner, I just finished my match and I hear you praising me?" Zhang Chulan returned to the company's section in the stands.

"You wish! When that girl fought you last time, she held back. Otherwise, she would've pulled you into her spatial cavity and closed it halfway through the transit. Do you think you're tougher than an earthworm?" Tuaner's helpful reminder still carried the sweet tang of her venomous tongue...

The situation in the field gradually became clear. Feng Shayan's durability couldn't compare to Sister Baoer's. She was forced to use her ultimate move, [Cosmic Mystery]. The sharp blade of the kitchen knife Sister Baoer thrust forward traveled through space and appeared behind her, stabbing into her own body...

"Doesn't seem entirely wrong," Tuaner said indistinctly with a melon seed in her mouth...