Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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"Not bad. They even set up a giant screen. Now I don't have to split off thought projections."

Early the next morning, after eating the vegetarian meal prepared by Longhu Mountain, George arrived at the open plaza in front of the arena with Huang Ming and Wang Ye. They saw that a large screen had been erected overnight.

With all four arenas running simultaneously, those who wanted to watch every match could now stay and watch the live stream on the big screen.

If anyone preferred to focus on a particular match, they could head to the specific arena to watch in person.

Longhu Mountain's reputation as the most powerful sect in the country wasn't just due to the Heavenly Master's unrivaled strength and vast number of disciples. It also owed a lot to the influence its disciples wielded in the secular world.

The Heavenly Master had ten personally taught disciples. Aside from Daoist Rongshan and Zhang Lingyu, the others were stationed across the country, overseeing various affairs.

As for disciples not personally taught by the master, the number of grand-disciples and their students was even more extensive.

So even though it looked like all the Longhu Mountain disciples were tucked away in the back mountain, seemingly cut off from the world, building four full arenas overnight or setting up high-definition tech equipment like this screen was just a matter of course.

"You guys stay here and watch. I'm heading to my match."

Wang Ye yawned and waved casually as he walked off toward the arena.

He was in the first match of the morning, set to face an opponent named Tie Maliao.

The other three matches were Lu Linglong vs. Yun, Feng Shayan vs. Zhi Jinhua, and Cailu vs. Zero.

"Sometimes I feel like Daoist Wang is really different from other Wudang Taoists."

Watching him leave, Huang Ming couldn't help but sigh.

He had met Wudang Taoists who stayed at Baiyun Temple temporarily. Compared to other Taoist sects, Wudang cultivators were famous for their close-combat prowess, so they trained their fists and kicks diligently. Their energy and presence were always strong.

But Wang Ye always gave off a sleepy, sluggish vibe like he'd just woken up.

"He's not sleepy—he's just sober in a world full of drunkards."

George chuckled. Though they hadn't known each other long, he could already tell that Wang Ye had an unusual mental state.

It was no wonder that someone like Jin Yuanyuan—a rich and capable beauty—was still hung up on Wang Ye.

"Let's watch the matches."

Today's battles were clearly far more exciting than yesterday's. The ones who made it through yesterday's four-person free-for-alls were all strong contenders.

Many new Daoist techniques also appeared—ones that hadn't been revealed the previous day—which made George watch with growing interest.

Well… all except Zhang Chulan's match. Since Dan Shitong didn't show up, it was considered a forfeit.

With the strength of the competitors now evenly matched, the fights were much longer than yesterday's. Some matches dragged on for over an hour without a clear winner.

So the morning round ended, and after lunch, the matches resumed in the afternoon.

"My turn."

Huang Ming was up first in the afternoon, facing off against Xiao Xiao.

"Good luck!"

George's eyes shifted to the screen as he watched Huang Ming enter the arena.

He had no intention of helping Huang Ming cheat to secure a win. There was no need. Huang Ming wasn't going to become a Heavenly Master anyway—he was only here because his sect sent him to gain experience.

That made real combat far more important than the outcome itself.

"Looks like it's going to be a tough fight."

An hour passed. While the other three arenas had already decided their winners, Huang Ming and Xiao Xiao were still locked in battle.

"My turn now."

George was up in the second match of the afternoon, so he stepped away from the big screen and headed toward his assigned arena.

His opponent was Wang Bing of the Wang family.

"Spirit-Painting Technique? It's useless against me. Might as well finish this quickly and go check on Huang Ming's result."

Arriving at the arena, George looked at Wang Bing on the other side and made up his mind.

Turning paintings into real objects for combat wasn't anything new to him. The Mage Apprentice World had similar magic, and Clow Cards' Create card could create things from nothing.

So, to George, the Spirit-Painting Technique held no value.

"Match, begin!"

At the referee's signal, Wang Bing didn't attack immediately. Instead, he pointed at George and arrogantly declared:

"You? A mere rogue cultivator? You dare fight me? Kneel down and admit defeat, or I'll cripple you.

The rules forbid killing, but no one said I can't break your limbs."

"Oh? Cripple me? I'd like to see you try."

George's lips slowly curled into a smile.

Originally, he had planned to end the match quickly and return to see how Huang Ming's fight was going. But now he had changed his mind.

He was going to toy with this Wang brat and give him a taste of reality.

"Seeking death!"

Wang Bing's anger instantly flared when he saw George not only ignore his warning but even flash a provocative smirk.

All his life, he had never failed to get what he wanted. Whatever messes he made, his grandfather cleaned them up.

He was born at the top of the mountain, and the world existed to welcome him.

Now he wanted the Tongtian Talisman, and while it was understandable for disciples from prestigious sects to be his rivals, this lowly rogue cultivator actually dared to look down on him?

How could he not be enraged?

He was going to cripple this rogue so thoroughly he'd spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair—as punishment for this offense.

Wang Bing channeled his qi through his body, stomped forward, and punched at George.

This strike held nothing back, aimed straight at George's face. If it had connected with a normal rogue cultivator, it would have at least broken their nose on the spot.

"The Wang family really doesn't pull punches. That rogue cultivator named Jin Baobao is probably doomed."

"What can he do? That's a Ten Elder family member. He should've just surrendered. Would've saved himself a beating."

"A beating? That's putting it mildly. He'll be lucky to keep one arm or leg."

Spectators on the stands shook their heads.

Everyone in the foreign abilities world knew Wang Bing's character.

"He might not win, but I doubt he'll lose that badly."

Wang Ye, lying on the bleachers, thought to himself.

After all, Jin Baobao was the younger brother of an old classmate. He still cared a little—if something went wrong, he could step in.

But after seeing last night that Jin Baobao had mastered Western magic—and could even teleport—he was no longer worried.

If he could teleport, he could always surrender in time. It wasn't a big deal.

"Wait... why did he sit down?"

The next second, everyone noticed something strange. Faced with Wang Bing's full-force attack, Jin Baobao actually sat down cross-legged.

"Is he... surrendering?"

"Thunderblast!"

George, sitting cross-legged, gave a slight flick of his wand as Wang Bing got close.

Boom!

Just inches away from George's face, Wang Bing was blasted by the explosive spell. He spat blood and was blown backward.

"Tsk tsk. I thought he was something special. Turns out he's just trash. What a waste of my time. Looks like the Wang family's gone downhill."

Watching Wang Bing climb back to his feet, George yawned and shook his head, the sarcasm dripping from every word.

"I'll kill you!"

Never in his life had Wang Bing suffered such humiliation—especially in front of a crowd.

"You arrogant little rogue! You don't know the consequences of angering me, or the depths of my true power! Fine then… I'll show you my Spirit Summoning Arts!"

(End of Chapter)