Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 153 It’s time to call someone
'boom! ’

On a sunny day outside Fengtian City, a bolt of thunder exploded from the blue, scaring everyone for no reason.

The noise startled everyone in the Marshal's Mansion. Even Wang Yi, who had been in a state of meditation to suppress his temper, walked out of the room and looked in the direction where the sound came from. After looking around, he stood still and chose to leave his body. By resonating with the magnetic field of heaven and earth, he floated directly to the outside of the Fengtian city gate and happened to see this scene.

Zhang Zhiwei, whom he had not seen for a long time, appeared a mile outside Fengtian City. The Taoist robe he was wearing was not as shabby as when he first saw him. He was wearing a clean green Taoist robe. He was standing there like himself, with his hands behind his back, but with one hand. His right hand was stretched out and raised to maintain a big palm posture, with lightning surging in his palm. Not far from him was Lao Deng, the Japanese stranger who had been defeated by Wang Yi.

His entire body was charred black, without a single piece of healthy flesh. From time to time, the Yin Five Thunders, like a black quagmire, would penetrate into his wounds, and combined with the Yang Five Thunders lightning that kept flashing on his body surface, would cause him to twitch from time to time, ensuring that he still had a breath.

Zhang Zhiwei seemed to notice that Wang Yi, who was watching all this happening above him in a state where his Yin spirit had left his body and was invisible to ordinary people, raised his head and said provocatively.

"Captured beast, one."

Behind Zhang Zhiwei was a young Taoist priest whom Wang Yi had never seen before. He was about 1.6 meters tall and wore a green Taoist robe like Zhang Zhiwei. Although Wang Yi had never seen him before, he knew who this young Taoist priest was by looking at his conspicuous big ears.

Next came the dough man Liu from Quan Xing and a middle-aged man with ordinary looks.

"Zhang Zhiwei and the big-eared thief came down the mountain together and ran to Fengtian to find me? Ha, now I know how to raise the stakes and gamble with the old marshal."

Looking at the two Zhangs who appeared outside Fengtian City, Quan Xing's masked man Liu, and this middle-aged man of unknown origin, Wang Yi also had an idea. He did not stay any longer, and his soul returned to its place, waking up from his meditation.

"It's nothing, it's just that the people we're waiting for have arrived. The assistant commander will bring them to the commander's residence soon. Let's get ready."

After this greeting, the guards in the Marshal's Mansion, who were already a little nervous, felt relieved.

Wang Yi also smiled for a rare moment. He informed the captain of the personal guard, Xishun, and the old marshal's wives, and then waited quietly in the marshal's mansion.

As for why the Japanese alien Lao Deng, who needed to work hard himself, was crippled by a slap from Zhang Zhiwei, Wang Yi understood it at just one glance.

It was nothing more than that the Japanese strange man Lao Deng thought that the opponent was young and did not see through Zhang Zhiwei's cultivation. Zhang Zhiwei had obviously been taught a lesson by his master after the duel with him three years ago, and knew that even a lion would use all its strength to fight a rabbit. He slapped him, Yang Wu Lei treated the symptoms, and Yin Wu Lei treated the root cause.

Unintentionally, the Japanese strange Lao Deng had not even had time to use his skills before Zhang Zhiwei slapped him in the face and turned him into a specimen with the Yin-Yang and Five Thunders.

About half an hour later, under the arrangement of the assistant commander who took over the military power of Fengtian at this time, Zhang Zhiwei and his four companions, who had swaggered back to Fengtian from under the noses of the Japanese in the capital, also appeared at the side door of the Marshal's Mansion. Without alarming anyone, the four people came and looked at the five wives and the eldest daughter-in-law who were already waiting for the old marshal. The middle-aged man standing next to the dough maker Liu tore up the talisman paper in his arms. As the talisman paper was torn to pieces.

The true Qi in his body also dissipated, and his facial muscles and body shape changed. In front of the old marshal's family, he returned to his original appearance. He was the young marshal who was stationed in the capital, but upon hearing the bad news, he looked haggard and his hair was a little long.

"Five mothers, six sons are back."

After returning to Fengtian safely, the young marshal could no longer bear it and was about to kneel down, but was supported by Wang Yi.

"Young Marshal, there are so many people here, you should go meet the Marshal first and then reminisce about the past."

"Sixth son, listen to Mr. Wang. If it weren't for Mr. Wang's help, Master Shuai wouldn't have been able to hold on until now. You go up first."

The old marshal's wives and the young marshal's first wife also held back their emotions and cooperated with Wang Yi.

The young marshal, accompanied by several mothers and his wife, went to meet the old marshal. Zhang Zhiwei also mentioned the Japanese strange man Lao Deng who had been fighting with Wang Yi in the air.

"Junior Brother Wang, what should I do with this beast I captured on the road?"

"Abandoned?"

"It's useless. This old guy has some tricks up his sleeve. If we really fight him one-on-one, I'm not sure I can stop him. I'll destroy his Dantian and meridians first. Besides, he's full of blood and resentment. I didn't hit the wrong person, did I, Junior Brother Wang?"

"Is there a chance that you hit the wrong person with that slap? Captain Xishun, I'll leave this old man to you to take care of. I only have one request, that he stays alive like this."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang. We in Fengjun still have talents in this area. These few..."

"Captain Xishun, please prepare some food. These people will be helpful to what I am going to do next."

"Understood. Please wait a moment, Mr. Wang."

Having said that, Xishun ordered the guards to take away the Japanese alien Lao Deng who was crippled by Zhang Zhiwei. But before taking him away, Wang Yi slapped him again. The purpose of this slap was to keep Lao Deng alive and not let him die without being able to withstand the blow, which would be too easy for him.

After doing all this, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei looked at each other, and the next second, they turned into a trail of afterimages and rushed out of the brothel and came to the Marshal's Mansion.

The Marshal's Mansion is very big, enough for the two of them to do whatever they want.

Several people who had been eager to watch a good show also rushed out hurriedly, especially Zhang Huaiyi, You Baiyun, Gao Jin, Fulinmen and Liu the face man, who had never seen Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei fight. They really wanted to know how strong Wang Yi/Zhang Zhiwei were, who were said to be equally matched by both sides.

As soon as they left the brothel, they felt a strong wind blowing towards them.

But at this moment they couldn't see clearly the movements of Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei fighting in the strong wind. This was much more outrageous than the previous fight between Wang Yi and the Japanese artist Lao Deng. At least at that time they could barely catch the movements between the two. Unlike now, they couldn't see clearly, absolutely couldn't see clearly.

Even Zhang Huaiyi, who currently has the highest level of cultivation, opened his eyes wide at this moment, staring at the two people on the field who could not be seen with the naked eye. It was also the first time he saw someone who could fight on equal terms with his senior brother.

Gao Jin, the disciple who goes out to perform rituals, is a different matter. For practitioners of the rituals, there are two levels: those who are possessed by immortals and those who are not. There is also another level of difference depending on the distance between the possessed and the immortal's real body.

In the compound, the fight between Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei continued.

Compared to three years ago when he could only parry but not fight back in close combat, Wang Yi has now mastered the magnetic field martial arts of positive and negative magnetic poles and the Yin-Yang hand.

The magnetic field was full of Qi all over his body. The moment Zhang Zhiwei was touched by the magnetic field, the two of them became two magnets that repelled each other. No matter how Zhang Zhiwei attacked, he could not touch Wang Yi. But when he was about to retract his moves, the two of them became two magnets that attracted each other. They attacked him with Wang Yi's moves, and each move had no fixed pattern.

If it weren't for Zhang Zhiwei's high level of life cultivation, he would have been fooled long ago. The strong wind created by the fight between the two began to spread, gradually sweeping away the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard. Even the glass windows of the Marshal's Mansion were creaking under the fight between the two, like a typhoon passing through.

Noticing the noise caused by their fight, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei realized that there was no point in continuing the fight, so they each raised their palms to counter the opponent.

When the two palms collided, a circular air wave visible to the naked eye spread out, mixed with golden light and lightning.

Wherever the damage was done, trees fell and leaves were scattered all over the ground. Some servants and guards in the Marshal's Mansion who were nearby felt a tingling sensation in their bodies, followed by dizziness, nausea and retching. It took them a long time to recover.

After they recovered, they looked at the source, the two people in the center of the storm, as if they were looking at gods.

Wang Yi stood there, looking into Zhang Zhiwei's eyes. They both maintained the master's posture of holding their hands behind their backs, with smiles of assurance of victory on their faces. In fact, they were mobilizing their numb palms.

"Damn, he's gotten stronger again, what a monster!"

Both of them had the same idea in their minds at this time. Zhang Zhiwei was surprised that Wang Yi had found a way to combine his close combat skills with the techniques he had practiced. Wang Yi was surprised that Zhang Zhiwei's control over the Yin-Yang and Five Thunders was more spontaneous and harmonious, and not at all sluggish and unfamiliar like it was three years ago.

That is to say, for Zhang Zhiwei, there wouldn't be much of a casting delay if he used the fake Five Thunders Righteousness he used three years ago.

"If I could watch these two fight to the death up close, it would be worth the price of admission even if I died."

Just as Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei were thinking about how to start the conversation, Liu, a dough maker from Quan Xing's sect, spoke first. As soon as he opened his mouth, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became humorous.

"Hahaha, Huaiyi, are you satisfied now? This is Wang Yi who can compete with you. I didn't lie to you. Junior brother Wang Yi, this is my junior brother. Like me, he has the surname Zhang. He is the number one person under me in Tianshi Mansion."

With the jokes from the dough man Liu, Zhang Zhiwei took the opportunity to introduce to Wang Yi Zhang Huaiyi, who had gone down the mountain with him.

"Zhang Huaiyi from Longhu Mountain, meeting Senior Brother Wang Yi."

"Okay, okay. Then don't just stand there like an idiot. You're here so early in the morning. Let's eat and chat. I also want to know how the two of you traveled all the way from Longhu Mountain to Fengtian City."

The food was ready. Wang Yi, who was now half the steward of the Marshal's Mansion, also invited Zhang Zhiwei and the others to go to the side room to take care of his stomach. He also learned from Zhang Zhiwei and the others the reason why the two men came down the mountain to find Wang Yi. Then began the secret journey of escorting the young marshal back to Fengtian.

In order to ensure the stability of the situation in Beijing, Liu Wei, the unlucky bystander, had to be forced to be the stand-in for the young marshal. The mask man Liu Qiao used some tricks to transform himself into the young marshal's appearance and cooperate with the manager.

As for why they chose him, it was simple. He would not talk nonsense, and as the young innkeeper of Jianghu Inn, he had enough management experience. If he was the substitute of the young commander, it would be difficult to detect any problems unless they had too much contact. And to be on the safe side, they also brought the dough man Liu with them. After all, he was Quan Xing, and Wang Yi could trust him, but Zhang Zhiwei and the others could not. It was better to bring him with him.

It can be said that when the young marshal returned to Fengtian and the Marshal's Mansion safely under the escort of Zhang Zhiwei and others, all the ideas of the Kwantung Army and others became a bubble. However, Wang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and was not happy about the young marshal's return to the Marshal's Mansion.

"Wang Yi, you don't have any other ideas, do you?" Zhang Zhiwei noticed Wang Yi's expression, came over, squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.

"It's not me who has any ideas, it's the old marshal who has ideas. What he wants is for the young marshal to grow up, not just for him to succeed him. And what's happening now is actually what the Japanese don't want to see. The old marshal who's still alive and the young marshal who knows about his father's murder, one in the open and one in the dark, the father and son team up to plot against them, that won't work. At least one of them has to die before they can stop. I know this, the old marshal knows this, and the Japanese know this too."

As soon as Wang Yi finished speaking, everyone at the table fell silent. Even Gao Jin and Fu Linmen, the two strange men who served as guards beside the old commander, were shocked by Wang Yi's words. On the contrary, Zhang Zhiwei, a natural cultivator, came up to Wang Yi, narrowed his eyes, stared at Wang Yi for several seconds, and then returned to his seat.

"You are still thinking as much as you did three years ago. But we came down the mountain this time to ask you for the answer. I want to see what answer you can give me after not seeing you for three years."

"That's not urgent, but I have something to ask you. You came all the way from Fengtian City with that beast just now. Did you feel any strange looks?"

"You mean those Japanese aliens? Yes, there are indeed some. Many of them are no worse than the beast I just captured. If we really start fighting, they are not easy to catch."

Wang smiled, pointed at himself, and then pointed at Zhang Zhiwei.

"It's useless to include you. Even if the two of us work together, we can only catch a part of them. And we heard from the young marshal on the way here that the Kwantung Army is behind these beasts. Do you want to provoke a war?"

"It's definitely not possible to confront them head on, but we have to thank you, Zhang Zhiwei, for sending us a beast. These beasts like to travel in groups. As long as we set up traps, we can catch a lot of them."

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned, not knowing what Wang Yi meant by these words. Instead, Wang Yi put the fried dough stick in his hand into the bowl of soy milk, began to stir, and spoke word by word.

"It's time for us to remove some thorns from Fengtian City. If there are so many thorns left in your home, no one will sleep well at night, don't you think?"

Zhang Zhiwei listened to Wang Yi's words, thoughtfully.

A similar topic was also being discussed in the old marshal's resting room in the brothel. The young marshal, who had escaped danger, was so shocked by the old marshal's words that he stood up, unable to understand why the old marshal wanted him to continue hiding in the mansion and not show up in front of people.

"Dad, why is this happening?"

"This is the last lesson your father is giving you at the cost of his life. Just listen to me, Xishun!"

"Here! Handsome man."

"Take Liuzi away and let him accompany his wife. Don't let him go anywhere else except the room. If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you responsible! Then ask Mr. Wang to come see me."

"Yes, Marshal, I'm sorry."

In the young marshal's puzzled eyes, the captain of the personal guard, Xishun, led several guards to suppress the young marshal, and also asked someone to invite Wang Yi who was having dinner with Zhang Zhiwei and others.

After a while, Wang Yi appeared in the old marshal's room. Looking at the old marshal who was struggling with his illness, and the young marshal who had just been pushed down from in front of him, Wang Yi knew that the old marshal had made a decision in his heart.

"Mr. Wang, my father and I have already put our chips on the gambling table. What about your chips? Do you have enough?"

"Don't worry, handsome man, we are on the way."

(End of this chapter)