Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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It turned out the Wang family's version of Spirit Commanding and Summoning originated from Feng Zhenghao's grandfather, the former president of the World Association.

Back then, in order to obtain one of the Eight Miraculous Skills, the Wang family captured the technique's creator, Feng Tianyang.

In order to survive, Feng Tianyang handed over Spirit Commanding and Summoning to the Wang family and swore never to pass down the complete version to his descendants.

Thus, the Wang family obtained the complete version, while the Feng family only inherited an incomplete one.

In fact, long ago, many Qi Refiners skilled in sorcery could form contracts with spirits and borrow their power to fight.

Notable examples include the Deng brothers participating in this tournament—one of them had a particularly powerful spirit.

A spirit could be the soul of a deceased person or even an animal that had cultivated Qi for many years.

The power of Spirit Commanding and Summoning lies in its ability to forcibly control these powerful spirits without their consent, binding them for one's own use.

Feng Xingtong, for instance, had a spirit who was a master physician in life. Once possessed, he could instantly become a miracle doctor.

The complete version was even stronger. Not only could it forcibly control spirits, it could also devour them through a technique known as Spirit Consumption, gradually absorbing them to permanently strengthen one's Qi.

This was precisely the technique Wang Bing used earlier.

"Now that the old man is here, I might as well search his memory too."

Releasing Wang Bing and seeing Wang Ai enter the ring, George's eyes gleamed. A coin had already appeared in his hand.

Wang Bing only knew limited information—most of what he knew about the Eight Miraculous Skills came from stories his grandfather Wang Ai told him. To get the full picture, George needed access to Wang Ai's memories.

To Wang Bing, Wang Ai was a good grandfather. But to everyone else, it was a different story.

As the saying goes, "Behind every spoiled brat is an irresponsible parent." From George's perspective, Wang Bing deserved to die. And anyone who enabled him—Wang Ai included—was equally culpable.

So George felt no moral or psychological burden about reading Wang Ai's memories. In fact, he was already planning to eliminate both grandfather and grandson after the Luo Tian Dajiao to prevent future trouble.

"Wang Ai, what are you doing?!"

Just then, a golden light burst from the adjacent arena and landed in front of Wang Ai.

It was none other than the Old Celestial Master of Mount Longhu—Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei had been watching the match between Zhuge Qing and the Fire God when he suddenly sensed a surge of killing intent from Wang Ai.

Realizing that one of the fighters in the other ring was Wang Bing, he quickly deduced something had gone wrong and rushed over.

"Old… Old Celestial Master, I just came down to surrender on behalf of my grandson. He's clearly no match for that young man, so there's no need for the fight to continue."

Upon seeing Zhang Zhiwei, Wang Ai was visibly startled. He withdrew his Qi and stopped walking, his wrinkled face forced into a fake smile.

In the hierarchy of the Extraordinary World, Zhang Zhiwei was considered the very pinnacle.

Even in his youth, Zhang Zhiwei had made major figures of the era tremble in fear. No one could imagine how terrifying he must be now, being well over a hundred years old.

Wang Ai knew he stood no chance. So when he saw Zhang Zhiwei personally appear, his mind instantly sobered.

When Zhang Zhiwei wasn't present, Wang Ai could stir up trouble—there'd be room for negotiation afterward.

But now that Zhang Zhiwei stood before him, interfering with the match would be a direct affront to Mount Longhu and its head. And if that happened? A slap across the face would be the least of it.

"Well, well! Turns out the grandson's a loser, and the grandfather's a coward."

George didn't hold back. With Zhang Zhiwei stopping Wang Ai, he immediately started mocking him loudly.

His expression and tone practically screamed: "Come hit me! Come hit me if you dare!"

That's right—he was provoking Wang Ai intentionally. If Wang Ai attacked, Zhang Zhiwei would step in. If Zhang Zhiwei took him down, that would make things even easier for George—he could swoop in and read Wang Ai's memory.

Even if Zhang Zhiwei didn't interfere, George could take the opportunity to show some strength and knock Wang Ai down himself. No one would criticize him—it was self-defense, after all.

Worst-case scenario, Wang Ai simply harbored resentment. But George had plans for that too: if Wang Ai ever came after him outside Mount Longhu, he'd have every reason to retaliate openly.

As long as Wang Ai struck first, George would have a free pass to fight back—and no one in the Extraordinary World could accuse him of wrongdoing.

After all, battles between extraordinary individuals were dangerous by nature. Death or serious injury wasn't unusual.

"You—!"

Wang Ai's face turned dark with anger at George's taunting.

To be humiliated like this in front of so many people—and to have the entire Wang family insulted—how could he possibly endure it?

But seeing Zhang Zhiwei still standing there, he took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"Young man, you've got guts. I admire that. After the tournament, you should visit the Wang family sometime. I'll be sure to… entertain you properly."

"Old dog's got patience," George thought, raising an eyebrow, preparing to hurl a few more insults—until Zhang Zhiwei cut him off.

"Since the match has been conceded, the winner is Jin Baobao."

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhang Zhiwei enveloped Wang Bing in golden light and tossed him toward Wang Ai.

As Wang Ai left with Wang Bing, he shot George a venomous glare, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned but said nothing. He knew all too well the Wang family's style. And after what George had done to them today, things were bound to get messy.

"This kid…"

But the next second, he noticed the slight smirk at the corner of George's mouth—and an unexpected thought crept into his mind.

"Maybe… the one who ends up in trouble… won't be this kid."

"Damn, this guy's got balls to go head-to-head with the Wang family patriarch!"

"Crazy? Maybe. But you have to admire him."

"Haha! I like this guy! That was so damn satisfying!"

Meanwhile, the crowd—especially the independent cultivators and small-clan disciples watching both in-person and via the big screen—were raising their thumbs in praise.

Most of them had long held resentment toward the arrogant and overbearing Wang family but dared not speak out due to their influence.

Now, watching George not only stand his ground but give the Wang family a solid slap in the face—it was cathartic.

Young hot-blooded cultivators in particular were openly cheering him on.

"The extraordinary world has suffered under the Wang family for too long."

"Wang family… you better make your move quickly. Otherwise, I'll be the one coming after you."

Under the admiring gazes of the crowd, George calmly strolled out of the arena.

Once he left Mount Longhu, if the Wang family didn't come after him, he wouldn't rush back to Beijing. Instead, he'd pay a visit to their home turf.

He didn't believe that flaunting the Tongtian Talisman right outside their front door wouldn't provoke them.

(End of Chapter)