Chapter 75: Unstoppable Rampage

Damn it.

You're really pushing it now.

Zheng Guofeng's words struck a nerve in Ye Yan, leaving him somewhat defenseless. He resolved to teach that bastard across from him a lesson about respect.

"Don't say I'm bullying you—I'll give you time to summon all your spirits, so you don't miss your chance later."

"What???"

Ye Yan couldn't help but laugh.

Well, this guy's outrageous.

That familiar attitude, that familiar tone—how many years had it been since anyone dared talk to him like this?

Young man, you're brave indeed.

But since his opponent made such a request, Ye Yan naturally obliged. After all, he'd always been a benevolent man, delighting in helping others reach enlightenment.

This time would be no different.

"Well done, Zheng Guofeng."

"That's the kind of invincible aura and overwhelming confidence I like—I'm rooting for you."

"Go, Beast of Guofeng! Let this damned disgrace of the Outsiders witness your power!"

"......"

The crowd erupted with cheers. Off to the side, Zhuge Bai cast a strange look at Zhuge Qing.

"Brother, weren't we supposed to watch Master Wang Ye's match? Why did we suddenly come over here?"

"No rush, let's watch a little first," Zhuge Qing replied, smiling slyly at Zhuge Bai.

Zhuge Bai was even more puzzled. "Is there something special about this Ye Buxiu character?"

Zhuge Qing chuckled, "Bai, don't you find this Ye Liangchen fellow interesting?"

"Interesting?"

Zhuge Bai gripped the railing, stood on tiptoe, and craned his neck to peer into the arena. Yet after a long look, he couldn't see what made this Ye Liangchen so special or worthy of his brother's attention.

Apart from his unusual attire and shifty demeanor—like a villain from a drama—there was nothing remarkable.

Perhaps sensing his brother's confusion, Zhuge Qing explained, "Bai, don't be fooled by appearances—by what others want you to see."

"I watched the replay of his last match. He coasted through, yet won with ease."

"Though he pulled out a firearm at the end, which seemed a bit underhanded, I believe even without it, the spirits he commands could have easily defeated his opponent."

"So I suspect Ye Liangchen is hiding his true strength—we may have only seen a fraction of what he's capable of."

"Who knows, maybe Ye Liangchen is actually the biggest dark horse in the Luo Tian Grand Tournament."

"A dark horse?" Zhuge Bai was skeptical. "He can't be as powerful as my brother, Zhang Lingyu, or Master Wang Ye, right?"

Zhuge Bai thought this was a stretch.

If Ye Liangchen were truly so formidable, wouldn't they have heard of him before?

"Bai, don't forget why we're here at the Luo Tian Grand Tournament—and never underestimate anyone. In this world, there's always someone greater."

Zhuge Bai scratched his head. "Brother, how did you realize Ye Liangchen was an expert?"

"Intuition," Zhuge Qing replied with a playful grin.

Intuition? Could that vague, mystical sense be trusted? They were heirs to the Zhuge family, after all.

"In any case, let's just wait and see."

......

......

While the brothers talked, Ye Yan had already released his seven-member figurine squad in one go.

The lineup included:

Pure Love Warrior Old Ma Five,

Extra-large Psyduck Lu Dashan,

Garlic King Turtle Mo Liza,

Garuda Beast Jin Erpeng,

Outlaw Sui Feng Er,

Wind of Calamity Golden Snake Lord,

And the most comical, bumbling figure, the Tide Summoner Mi Xue King, who entered with his own background music.

The Artistic Ensemble had arrived.

As the Seven Banner Spirits appeared, the sound system carried by Tide Summoner began to play a hypnotic tune: "You love me, I love you, Mi Xue Ice City sweet as can be."

......

Spotlights.

Speakers.

Background music.

A funeral procession pose.

With the Artistic Ensemble's arrival, the entire arena fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

Only the hypnotic melody looped, "You love me, I love you, Mi Xue Ice City sweet as can be."

Zheng Guofeng: ......

Audience: ......

Gazing at the seven spirits that had suddenly appeared, Zheng Guofeng was surprised but not the least bit afraid.

With his secret technique, Lion's Roar, numbers were nothing more than mere symbols—meaningless, and unable to trouble him.

If they couldn't withstand the dizziness and shock of his Lion's Roar, no matter how many, it would all be futile.

"So, there are four more than before. Looks like this is your full strength. Interesting. But you're unlucky to have met me."

Zheng Guofeng took a deep breath, assumed a horse stance, raised his fists, and prepared for battle.

Ye Yan, however, was too lazy to respond to Zheng Guofeng's provocations, treating them as nothing but idle bluster.

He was the supreme king.

The opponent was at most a master of trash talk.

No point wasting words.

At that moment, Ye Yan already had a bag of sugar tangerines in his left hand and a small folding stool in his right, retreating to a corner to snack as his spirits appeared.

All seven spirits were out.

Who in the arena could possibly stand against them?

Wasn't that just a slaughter?

So Ye Yan's business was relaxation—the slaughter was none of his concern.

As Zheng Guofeng readied himself, the Seven Banner Spirits, ignoring all martial decorum, charged in from every direction.

Flying above, rushing below, followed by a water-spraying one—the scene was spectacular.

Facing the onslaught, Zheng Guofeng remained composed, unflustered.

Before unleashing his technique, Zheng Guofeng unclipped the amplifier from his waist, brought it to his mouth, dropped his shoulders, settled his elbows, gathered his energy, and with lips trembling, let out a thunderous roar.

"Ha!"

The Lion's Roar, already explosive, was amplified several times over.

An invisible wave of sound, centered on Zheng Guofeng, swept across the arena at lightning speed.

For a moment, it seemed even the world reeled under the force of that terrifying shout.

Even the spectators outside the ring were left dizzy and disoriented.

It took them a while to recover.

Yet at the epicenter of the Lion's Roar, the Seven Banner Spirits, who should have borne the brunt of the shock, merely paused for a moment before continuing their mindless charge, completely unaffected.

At the forefront, the rugged Lu Dashan didn't even slow down—like a charging T-59 tank, he barreled straight toward Zheng Guofeng.

Seeing his spirits ignore the Lion's Roar, Zheng Guofeng was stunned.

"This can't be!"

Lu Dashan ignored him.

No fancy buildup—just a straightforward, crushing slap that knocked Zheng Guofeng flat, giving him no chance to resist.

Immediately, the spirits pounced, surrounding Zheng Guofeng and kicking him mercilessly.

Mo Liza manipulated the "Mo Family Heavenly Ribbon" to bind Zheng Guofeng tightly.

Trapped at the center, battered from all sides by invisible mountain kicks, and assaulted by the hypnotic background music, Zheng Guofeng squirmed and wailed like a worm.

"Brothers, this is a match—a friendly bout. Go easy, don't hit the face!"

"Hiss—"

"That bastard stepped on my balls!"