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Heâs awake!
Yang Zhen was awake!
At the sight of Yang Zhen opening his eyes, everyone was taken aback. Even Su Dajia subconsciously gripped Tian Rouâs hand, a disbelief permeating through her features.
âImpossible, itâs been less than a quarter of an hour, and Yang Zhen has woken up. Could he have given up comprehending the Cloud Platform?â
âGave up?â Tian Rouâs face paled, and she shook her head firmly, âNo, Brother Yang Zhen is not the type to easily give up.â
Seeing the resolve in Tian Rouâs eyes, Su Dajia was stunned, and turned her head incredulously.
Gan Baihn laughed wildly. As he banged his hands on the table, a surge of Stellar Talent script exploded, converging in mid-air. The Roaring Tiger Mountain Forest Painting became even more ferocious under the undulating waves of energy, barreling towards Yang Zhen.
âThinking of fighting back now? Itâs already too late!â Gan Bailin sneered, his gaze locked on Yang Zhen. âLetâs not even talk about your Void Cultivation Stage cultivation, even if you use True Essence to counter my talent script you wonât be able to withstand it. Even if you could, youâve already lost!â
Gan Bailin roared, his words ringing loud and clear, âIn a talent competition, if you use anything other than talent script, youâve lost!â
Everyoneâs heartstrings tightened at his words!
Gan Bailin had finished his painting, but Yang Zhen hadnât even picked up his brush. Anyone else in this situation would have had to use True Essence to resist, because they wouldnât have time to paint anymore!
And as Gan Bailin said, once Yang Zhen used his True Essence, he would have already lost this contest!
Everyone watched Yang Zhen with doubtful eyes. Su Dajia and Tian Rou held each otherâs hands tighter. Although neither of them cared about the competition between Yang Zhen and Gan Bailin, the contest had evidently reached a critical point.
Not a single person held out hope for Yang Zhen!
In this situation, Yang Zhen seemed bound to lose!
However, at that moment, Yang Zhen suddenly stood up, his clothes billowing his aura mighty.
Upon seeing the power bursting from Yang Zhen, everyone gasped in shock. âWho saidâ¦â Yang Zhenâs lips curled into a smirk as he studied the Roaring Tiger Mountain Forest. The fierce tiger seemed incredibly lifelike and violent. He continued, âWho said I have to use True Essence to counter it?â What? Gan Bailinâ s body shivered, his expression turning dark.
In the next moment, Gan Bailinâs face turned pale, and he cried out, âNo itâs impossible!â
Yang Zhen chuckled. With a casual wave of his hand, an overwhelming flood of dark golden script erupted, covering the sky. It paused in mid-air before rushing towards him.
A figure dressed like a warrior gradually formed, looking vivid and lifelike, almost indistinguishable from a real person, yet more colossal.
âDark golden talent script!â Su Dajia exclaimed, her extremely rare loss of composure revealing her disbelief and delight.
âWhat!â Everyone was caught off guard, instinctively retreating a couple of steps.
âDid it mold intoâ¦a person?â
âImpossible, how could talent script ever mold into a humanoid? This⦠this canât be talent script!â
Tian Rouâs eyes abruptly erupted with a glow of ecstasy, gripping Su Dajiaâs hand she proclaimed excitedly, âstellar Talent, this is Stellar Talent isnât it sister?â?? â
Su Dajia looked bewildered, nodded subconsciously, and muttered to herself, âStellar Talent, in less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhen actually comprehended the Cloud Platform, communicated with the heavens, earth and stars, and mastered the Stellar Talent, this⦠this is what kind of genius and fate?â
Amid everyoneâs doubt and disbelief, that bare-chested, script-formed figure in mid-air suddenly bulged his eyes, roared, and with the swing of his right hand, a staff instantly formed and charged towards the tiger with the white forehead lump barreling in the air.
And the tiger, upon seeing the middle-aged man formed by the talent script, actually expressed terror on its face and turned to flee!
âNo!â Gan Bailin stumbled backward, his face in disbelief as he stared at the middle-aged man in mid-air formed by the dark gold talent script. Amid his hideous expression, he roared, âImpossible, how can anyone paint out of thin air? What⦠what kind of technique is this?â
Yang Zhen glanced at the middle-aged man in mid-air, his face reflected a sense of nostalgia, and he whispered, âGo, Wu Erlang!â
Roarâ!
With a roar, Wu Erlang leaped onto the tiger with the white forehead lump and started throwing wild punches. His moves were savage yet carefree, wildly stylish!
Yang Zhen laughed heartily, saying, âSo thatâs how it is, thatâs how it is! This is the real inscription of talent, the starry heavens, connected to all worlds!â With that, Yang Zhen glanced at Gan Bailin, a sly grin emerging on his face.
With a casual wave of his hand, a burly man with a black, messy beard appeared in mid-air, his eyes glaring roundly. He roared out in a deafening manner, and with a leap, charged towards a ring-eyed white tiger in mid-air.
Yang Zhen raised an eyebrow at Gan Bailin and said, âDamn, my brother is here now, and heâs fiercer. He can take on a den of tigers all by himself. Come on, draw a few more tigers. Otherwise, it wonât be enough fun!â
Boom-!
Wu Erlang threw a punch that landed squarely on the rear end of the white-eyed tiger. After a howl of agony, the tiger attempted to bite him, but the burly man quickly grabbed its head and threw it towards Wu Erlang.
Boom-!
Two more punches made contact with the body of the white-eyed tiger, causing it to howl in distress and disintegrate in mid-air.
Yang Zhen turned his head towards Gan Bailin, looking slightly anxious, and said, âDamn, my bad! My pals were too fierce and accidentally killed your tiger. How about⦠you draw a couple more? Just two will do!â
All the bystanders gaped, involuntarily twitching at the corner of their mouths after hearing Yang Zhenâs words.
Could you be any more obnoxious?
Gan Bailin barely managed to paint a ring-eyed white tiger, straining himself in the process. Yet you two roughnecks messed it up and practically killed it!
And you still have the audacity to request that Gan Bailin paint two more? Pfft!
Gan Bailin coughed up an old mouthful of blood, partly from the backlash of having his talent inscription destroyed, but mostly from the infuriating sight of Yang Zhenâs smug grin.
âYang Zhen, youâre pushing people too far!â
Yang Zhen nonchalantly pulled a face, indicating his boredom. He walked towards the Cloud Platform, quipping, âDamn, werenât you all hyped up just now? I, Sao Saint, thought you were prepared to get trounced. Turns out youâre so weak!â
So weakâ¦
Gan Bailin experienced a full-body tremor, his face flushed and his expression gruesome. He shouted out, appearing almost maniacal, as a terrifying surge of True Essence burst from his body. Roaring, he stormed towards Yang Zhen.
âBe careful, Young Master Yang!â Su Dajia exclaimed in alarm, hastily warning Yang Zhen.??????????????????????????? 5
Yang Zhen winked at Su Dajia, not turning his head. With a casual wave of his hand, the two burly men standing rooted to the spot suddenly sprang into action, rushing towards Gan Bailin.
âNo, youâ¦what are youâ¦Ah!â
The mournful yelps echoed as the two burly men brought down their giant fists in a furious assault on Gan Bailin!
After a while, Gan Bailin lay on the ground, wailing incessantly, no longer even able to lift his head to glare at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen casually waved towards Gan Bailin from afar, saying, âBig bro, next time you act cocky, pick the right opponent. After all this time, you still havenât realized that I, Sao Saint, actually donât give a damn about you. Yet you keep ranting on the side, arenât you tired?â
Pfft!
Gan Bailin spewed another mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes vacantly tilted, he muttered, âImpossible, impossible⦠I am the chosen one, haha, I, Gan Bailin am the true Gan Bailin!â
Oh no, Young Master Gan has gone mad!â
âNo, I am not mad, I, Gan Bailin, am the chosen one, how can I go mad, you⦠you contentious people, you must be wishing for me to go mad, right?â The crowd shook their heads with a look of pity, yet none showed any hint of sympathy.
Su Dajia quietly approached Yang Zhen, blushing slightly before looking up at him and asking, âYoung Master Yang, may I invite you for a chat at my place?â What?
At these words, everyone present was visibly shaken, especially the hot- blooded male practitioners who unanimously turned their stares towards Yang Zhen. If looks could kill, Yang Zhen would have died hundreds of times over by now!
Her place?
Su Dajia actually invited Yang Zhen to her place?