Zhuge Qing and Zhuge Bai sat back in the spacious seats of the airplane as clouds tumbled outside the window.
"What are your thoughts on the opponents for this Grand Luo Heaven Sacrifice?" Zhuge Bai picked up his teacup, took a light sip, and turned to Zhuge Qing.
Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes into thin slits, making it impossible to read his true emotions or thoughts.
"The only one worth taking seriously is probably Zhang Lingyu." His tone was flat, yet it couldn't hide his inner pride. He paused, thinking of the legendary stories circulating in the outcast world recently, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his narrowed eyes. "Of course, if that man everyone claims is a god also participates, he might barely count as one too."
"You mean Ian? The one who supposedly took on the Four Madmen alone?" Zhuge Bai set down his teacup.
Zhuge Qing nodded, the corners of his mouth curling up as his eyes narrowed even further. "Everyone in the outcast world knows about him now, but don't you find it strange? How could someone so young possess that kind of strength?"
"And then there's the attitude of Every Delivery..."
"You think he's the descendant of some big shot in the Company?" A glint of shrewdness flashed in Zhuge Bai's eyes.
"Most likely. How could anyone handle the Four Madmen level of trouble without the Company's help?" Zhuge Qing let out a cold laugh, a trace of disdain showing in his slits. "But he must have some skill; the Company wouldn't slap its own face by lying."
Zhuge Bai nodded slightly, then suddenly remembered something. "What about Zhang Chulan? The rumored successor of the Origin of the Qi-Lithic?"
"He barely qualifies as an opponent." Zhuge Qing curled his lip dismissively, his eyes narrowing so much one might think he had fallen asleep.
The cabin door closed slowly, and the plane's engines roared, carrying the two brothers toward Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
A day later, at the foot of the main peak of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, a group was slowly ascending the stone steps.
Zhang Chulan, who had been practicing the Sea Tiger Explosive Punch taught by Ian, walked at the front of the group. His entire aura had completely transformed. His jet-black long hair swayed in the breeze, with faint electric sparks seemingly flickering between the strands. His facial features had become more rugged and defined, and a sense of wildness radiated from his gaze.
He wore a dark jacket over a simple white tank top, paired with crisp dark trousers. It was a simple outfit, yet it gave him a faint air of dominance.
Feng Baobao, walking beside him, had already noticed the change. "Zhang Chulan, you've changed a whole lot, eh?"
Zhang Chulan curled his lip into a smile, a trace of arrogance in his eyes. "Oh? How so?"
"Right now, you're like a wild beast that's found its own territory. Not nearly as cowardly as before," Feng Baobao said after scratching her head and thinking for a moment.
Hearing her words, Zhang Chulan felt a wave of emotion. A month ago, when Ian placed that heavy manual into his hands, he never imagined he would undergo such a metamorphosis.
That day, Ian had smiled mysteriously and told him: "This is a version I've specially modified for you. It suits you much better than the original."
At first, Zhang Chulan was skeptical about the technique's effects, thinking that while it might be powerful, that power would be limited. But the moment he began practicing and felt his Lightning Method resonate with the Magnetic Field martial arts, he understood its extraordinary nature.
With every practice session, he could feel the current within his body growing stronger and his senses becoming sharper. His internal voltage climbed from a few thousand volts to ten thousand, then to a hundred thousand... The speed of his progress was so fast it felt unbelievable even to him.
Now, after only a month, he had reached the realm of 300,000 Volts Current Push. The electricity in his body moved like dragons and snakes, and every cell had been restructured.
Standing on the steps of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the current in Zhang Chulan's body surged like the sea, and his blood boiled like lava. He raised a hand and clenched it, immediately causing blue-white electric arcs to dance between his fingertips. He stomped lightly and instantly launched himself into the air, tracing a trail of light through the sky before landing steadily on a stone step ten meters away.
"Whoa, Zhang Chulan, what are you doing!"
Zhang Chulan turned around, a confident smile on his face, his eyes shimmering with faint lightning. He clenched his fist lightly, and his explosive power instantly retracted, returning him to a state of calm.
This power, this sense of control, filled Zhang Chulan with unprecedented confidence and satisfaction. He could perceive changes in the surrounding magnetic fields and detect the tiniest electrical fluctuations in the air. Walking at night required no lights, as his infrared perception turned darkness into day.
When facing danger, his senses—sharper than a spider's—allowed him to easily detect and evade threats. Not only that, but he also possessed electrostatic adhesion surpassing a gecko's, vision far beyond an eagle's, speed exceeding a cheetah's, and strength far greater than a killer whale's...
Zhang Chulan screamed in his heart. He was finally no longer that weakling who had to rely on petty tricks to survive. In this outcast world where strength reigned supreme, he now possessed true power!
"I used to be just an ordinary person, an innocent bystander forced into this storm," Zhang Chulan's gaze was firm. "Every day I lived in fear, afraid that my grandfather's enemies would come for me, afraid of being dragged into a conflict I didn't understand."
"But now, I'm not afraid anymore."
Zhang Chulan tightened his fist, the Palm Thunder crackling around it. With every heartbeat, a surge of current rushed through his veins.
"I am no longer the Zhang Chulan pushed around by fate." He looked toward the summit of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, his gaze resolute. "They want my life, my grandfather's secrets, they want to control and manipulate me. But now, let's see who still dares to look down on me!"
"This time, I'm going to blast the very heavens apart!"
However, Zhang Chulan did not become arrogant because of his current strength. According to the rank descriptions at the beginning of the Sea Tiger Explosive Punch manual, his current realm didn't even count as having entered the door yet. At first, he thought the manual's descriptions were mere hyperbole, but now he realized they were incredibly conservative.
According to his estimates, as long as he could reach the Magnetic Field Rotation realm—even at a mere 10,000 Horsepower—it would be enough to stand at the absolute peak of the outcast world. If 10,000 wasn't enough, he would keep training to 100,000! 200,000! He would blast every person who schemed against him into oblivion!
Yet, the more he practiced, the more he realized the gap between himself and Ian was likely wider than the mountains and the seas. This realization acted as a powerful drive deep within him, urging him to reach that supreme summit to see the scenery through Ian's eyes.
He had to cling to Ian's leg and never let go! This adoptive father was his for life!
'No, Brother Ian is definitely my long-lost biological father!' Zhang Chulan thought firmly, a goofy grin appearing on his face.
Feng Baobao, observing him from the side, caught his sly smile. "Little Zhang, are you thinking up some bad ideas?" she asked warily.
Zhang Chulan snapped out of it and wiped the smile away, but the arrogance in his eyes didn't fade. "Sister Bao, I'm fine. I've just finally seen... hope."
Xu San and Xu Si walked behind, watching Zhang Chulan's back enveloped in faint electric light, their eyes full of shock.
"When did this kid get so strong?" Xu Si whispered.
Xu San shook his head solemnly. "That technique Ian gave him is likely not simple. But since the Company said not to ask too many questions, we'd better not poke around."
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