Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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First of all, based on some things Daoist Huang Ming accidentally let slip, it was clear the two had sparred before, and it seemed their match ended without a clear winner.

He had also learned from Feng Xingtong that Huang Ming's sect, Baiyun Temple, was one of the top Daoist factions. As their representative, his strength was certainly not weak.

Secondly, throughout the afternoon's matches, Jin Baobao remained incredibly calm.

The way he watched the fights—it gave off the impression of an adult watching children brawl. Though he occasionally showed signs of interest, he never seemed the least bit pressured.

That felt off.

Even Feng Xingtong and Huang Ming, who had both claimed they were here "just to participate," still occasionally showed flashes of competitiveness—typical youthful pride, wanting to prove themselves among their peers.

If Jin Baobao had come across as arrogant, it would have made sense. But he clearly wasn't. He wasn't boastful at all. In fact, he frequently asked Feng Xingtong about various sects' techniques and was always polite.

Lastly, it was just a gut feeling—his intuition told him that Jin Baobao was definitely not weak.

"I just made a call and had someone look into his background."

Xu San took a drag from his cigarette and replied,

"All we know for now is that he's the sole heir of the Jin Corporation. His mother is the CEO of the Li Group—filthy rich, a total second-gen elite. Before returning to China, he was living in London."

"From what I saw just now, the magic he used seems to be from European wizards."

"No worries. Wizard magic is indeed tricky, but their weaknesses are pretty obvious. They've basically got no close-combat ability."

Xu Si adjusted his glasses, his face relaxed and unconcerned.

He had heard colleagues in international affairs mention European wizards before.

If you don't understand them, they can be a real headache. But once you do, they're actually pretty easy to deal with.

Especially someone like Zhang Chulan—a wizard's natural counter.

Wizard magic can have many strange effects, and getting hit can be troublesome. But spells with real destructive power are rare.

And the Golden Light Mantra is perfect for directly countering those weird spells—even dark magic.

"If that explosion was the extent of his power, it definitely wouldn't break through my Golden Light Mantra."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his chin, feeling a bit more relaxed.

"Then let's just stick him there. That side's already full anyway."

At that moment, he glanced at Feng Baobao, who was holding a map and marking Jin Baobao's name at a certain location.

The map already had the names of many skilled contestants who had advanced to the next round.

"Damn, Baobao-jie, how many people are you planning to bury on Longhu Mountain?"

"All of them."

Feng Baobao calmly replied. Zhang Chulan couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"No need to go that far. Besides, it's not like he'll necessarily fight me."

"Come on, the day's matches are over. I'll tell you about some contestants you didn't see but should watch out for."

Xu San patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and led them away from the stands.

After finishing his match, George headed straight to Huang Ming's arena. That match hadn't been as fast as his, but hadn't taken much longer either.

One of Huang Ming's opponents was from the Maoshan Shangqing Sect, but his strength clearly didn't match Huang Ming's, so the fight went smoothly.

George had seen a few disciples from the Maoshan Shangqing Sect in earlier matches and had also asked Feng Xingtong about them.

That sect mainly specialized in talisman techniques—like the Five Mighty Talisman of Maoshan Shangqing, the Soul-Bewildering Seal, and the Immortal Confining Talisman—all with their own unique uses.

But the sect emphasized foundational cultivation, and many of their talismans only showed their power in the later stages. Early on, their combat strength was generally weak.

This meant that, among younger generations, their members weren't very competitive and most got eliminated in the first round.

George wasn't particularly interested in the Maoshan talisman arts either, since the Tongtian Talisman was said to be the pinnacle of talisman magic. If one wanted to study talismans, that was the ultimate reference.

"So quick?"

After winning, Huang Ming looked surprised to find George already in the audience area with his senior brother.

He knew George wasn't weak, but he hadn't expected him to be this fast.

"My match didn't have any Shangqing disciples—just rogue cultivators—so it ended quickly."

George replied with a grin.

Liu Xingyang put away his sunglasses and gave a satisfied nod.

"Not bad. Go draw for Round Two."

The first day consisted of four-person elimination rounds. On the second day, it would switch to one-on-one matches—four arenas running simultaneously.

Back at the open square for drawing lots, George scanned the area once everyone arrived. Including himself, there were thirty-two people moving into the second round.

"Begin drawing!"

With the young Daoist's announcement, everyone lined up to draw their lots.

"Wang Bing… That guy."

George looked at the name on his slip and immediately remembered.

The Wang family was one of the most powerful and influential families in the domestic world of aliens. Their patriarch, Wang Ai, was even one of the Ten Elders. He'd made an appearance during the afternoon's first draw.

But the family's reputation online wasn't great—often accused of bullying others with their power, with plenty of shady rumors circulating.

You could even catch a glimpse of that from the tournament.

Wang Bing had won his match easily with just a few moves. But after winning, he humiliated his three opponents to the extreme.

A classic case of someone who thought the world revolved around him—a spoiled brat if there ever was one.

"Feng Xingtong, what kind of Daoist techniques is the Wang family known for?"

Seeing that Feng Xingtong had just finished his draw, George pulled him over and casually asked.

Wang Bing hadn't used any Daoist arts during his fight—just relied on his Qi-enhanced physique to win—so even George's projection couldn't figure anything out.

"You actually drew Wang Bing? That guy's a real headache."

Feng Xingtong looked at the name on George's slip and couldn't help showing a sympathetic expression.

"The Wang family's most famous technique is called Shentu. It's one of the top arts from the Danqing lineage. They can draw objects with Qi and bring them to life for combat. I'm not super clear on the details, but my dad said it's not weak."

After a moment of hesitation, he added quietly:

"Old Jin… If you're not too invested in winning, maybe… just surrender when you go up against him."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious.

If George lost the match, Wang Bing would humiliate him publicly.

If he won, as a rogue cultivator with no backing, he'd likely be targeted by the Wang family afterward.

Disciples from other major sects who lost to rogues would just be scolded and trained harder by their elders.

But the Wang family wasn't like that. They'd almost certainly retaliate for Wang Bing.

So unless George was seriously aiming for the Tongtian Talisman, it might not be worth making enemies of the Wang family just to prove a point.

(End of Chapter)