One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 122 Please choose your opponent—Zhang Zhiwei!

Longhushan Martial Arts Arena.

The music of "Gokuraku Jodo" begins.

Jia Zhengliang, wearing a brightly colored floral jacket, stood idly in the middle.

"Whatever, wearing this outfit is good enough, and you want to dance? Let whoever wants to dance, dance!"

Jia Zhengliang looked at everyone and made a silent vow in his heart.

I'll remember all those who are laughing at me now. There are still projects to come. I'll come back and see your faces when I win the next project!

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river! Don't underestimate the young... Holy crap?"

Jia Zhengliang felt a chill run through his body, as if he were being watched by something terrifying and indescribable.

Looking up, he saw his gaze fixed on Su Wuxian.

At this moment, Su Wuxian looked at him with a smile.

He uttered three words softly.

It seems to be "Go on"?

"Ahem... Thirty years in Hebei, thirty years in Henan!"

Jia Zhengliang chickened out.

He couldn't afford to offend that old patriarch on the stage.

Forget about thirty years or so; even if there were several more thirty years, he still might not be a match for that ancestor.

"Little Jia..."

Su Wuxian raised a finger and said softly.

"Since you don't want to jump..."

"Wait, Senior Su, Senior Su! It's not that I don't want to choose, it's that I don't know how to dance! Think about it, how could I possibly know how to dance this kind of dance?" Jia Zhengliang hurriedly waved his hands and tried to explain.

"Oh, so you don't know how. I thought you were unwilling. That's easy then..."

Su Wuxian tapped his finger lightly.

An invisible force of energy burst forth instantly!

They headed straight for Jia Zhengliang.

"Holy crap! Are they trying to silence me?!"

Before Jia Zhengliang could retaliate, the Qi had already stuck to his body.

But the next second, Jia Zhengliang breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no malice in this energy, so it shouldn't be intended to silence him.

"If you can't jump, I'll jump for you..."

Su Wuxian had already used this method back when he was at Wang Ye's house in Beijing.

Using Qi to numb others, thereby controlling their bodies and taking control of their bodily functions.

This is the power of a dual-wielding blue hand!

The next second, Jia Zhengliang, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, completely lost consciousness.

With a dazed look in his eyes, Jia Zhengliang began to dance along with the music.

Three minutes later.

As the music of "Gokuraku Jodo" gradually faded away.

Jia Zhengliang was like a soulless walking corpse, wrapped in a floral-patterned padded jacket.

"Who am I? Where am I? What did I do? Someone, please save me!"

Jia Zhengliang feels exactly the same way he did when Feng Shayan gave him 500 yuan.

Damn it, is Jia Wubai destined to be bullied?

"Thirty years...time flies, I'm already three years under the age of 3...ha...haha..."

Just as Jia Zhengliang was about to say something harsh, he suddenly met Su Wuxian's gaze and quickly changed his mind.

Then Jia Zhengliang was carried away amidst laughter.

It was clearly a good result of third place.

But they suffered even more than those who were eliminated...

I should have just let myself be eliminated!

Jia Zhengliang turned and walked away, his back view desolate and forlorn.

His mission to kill the company was a complete success, and it ignited the atmosphere at the scene.

"Alright! Thank you, Master Jia, for your wonderful performance!"

Su Wuxian held the microphone, his smile undiminished:

"Next, let's strike while the iron is hot and move on to the second project!"

"Staff, clear the area! Draw circles!"

Rongshan led several young Taoist priests into the arena and quickly drew a huge circle in the center of the arena with lime powder, with a diameter of fifty meters.

In the center of the circle, a smaller circle with a diameter of two meters was drawn.

The staff are still working on it.

Su Wuxian continued talking: "Everyone knows about this Extraordinary Persons Games, but they don't know the specific events, right?"

"What's this? A gladiatorial arena?"

The contestants below looked at the circle and suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

This was the first time they had ever heard of a competition where contestants didn't know what their next event would be.

The idea of ​​the audience knowing which competition they are competing in together sounds really weird!

Indeed, this world is just a giant makeshift operation.

"Ahem, I won't keep you in suspense any longer, let me explain the rules."

Su Wuxian pointed to the huge circle:

"The name of this project is dodgeball."

"The rules are simple: there are attacking and defending sides."

"One person from the attacking side stands in the small circle in the middle and cannot leave the circle."

"The defending team... has no limit on the number of participants, including all the team members! Stand in the large circle and you can move around freely."

"The attacking team uses the ball to attack, and the defending team can only dodge or catch the ball. The person hit by the ball is eliminated immediately! The person who catches the ball revives a teammate!"

"The time limit is ten minutes. If there are still survivors on the field after ten minutes, the defending side wins. Otherwise, the attacking side wins."

"Pshaw! Isn't this just a game kids play called beanbag toss?"

In the crowd, a young supernatural being from a minor sect said disdainfully:

"A 50-meter circle, that's so big. If we just run along the edge, how can the attackers, standing in the middle, possibly hit us?"

"Exactly! This project is too easy, isn't this bonus practically free?"

"Simple?"

Su Wuxian gave him a look of pity, as if he were looking at someone with intellectual disabilities.

"Young men, don't speak too soon."

"You're probably curious about who this attacker is? They're going to be playing 1 vs. N against you, right?"

"Let's see who our 'attacker' is first."

Su Wuxian turned around and made an extremely formal "please" gesture towards the rest area:

"Please welcome the ultimate dodgeball champion for this round—"

"He is none other than Zhang Zhiwei, the 65th Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion! The only unparalleled master in the world of extraordinary beings!"

"boom!!!"

As the name was uttered, an immense and suffocating pressure instantly enveloped the entire training ground.

The chattering onlookers suddenly fell silent, like ducks being choked.

Zhang Zhiwei slowly stood up.

He took off the stylish black trench coat he had bought at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, revealing the white and gold-trimmed Taoist robe underneath.

He flexed his wrist, and his white hair moved on its own even without wind.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned behind his sunglasses, giving him a kind and benevolent appearance, but in the eyes of others, he was simply Godzilla in human skin.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've played games with young people."

Zhang Zhiwei took a step forward, and without any visible movement, he instantly teleported to the small circle in the center of the arena.

He casually picked up the "weapon" he had prepared on the ground, which was a pink rubber ball with a Hello Kitty pattern printed on it.

He squeezed the soft, squishy ball, then smiled as he looked at the group of dumbfounded outsiders:

Come on, children.

"Who wants to come and play with Grandpa?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The group that was just whispering to each other.

Upon hearing the name Zhang Zhiwei...

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally shattered.

Damn, is this a sports meet?

Are you sure this isn't a crematorium?

Are you telling us to come here to die?