Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 772 You Just Kneel Down
In the conference room hall, everyone felt like they couldn't breathe and dared not move.

The pressure emanating from Zhang Zhiwei was as heavy as a mountain, forcing them to kneel on the ground, without them having the strength to even move a finger.

They couldn't raise their heads. From their current angle, looking up, they felt that Zhang Zhiwei was as tall and strong as a giant, looking down at them from above.

This gaze was like a burning flame, falling on them and burning them from body to soul into a ball of fire.

They struggled in agony under the scorching flames, wanting to wail but unable to make a sound. They could only plead with God in their hearts to save them, over and over again.

As they prayed back and forth, the burning feeling did not diminish but became more intense. God could not save them.

On the contrary, the pain that felt as if the soul was burning was slightly relieved only when he begged for mercy from the Tiantong Sect Master.

This discovery made them ecstatic. They began to pray for forgiveness as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw, and their hearts became more and more devout.

Slowly, as if it happened imperceptibly, and as if it happened suddenly, they discovered that the face of the God they had always prayed to in their memory had turned into the appearance of Zhang Zhiwei. He walked ten steps to the east, south, west and north, and the footprints he left behind flashed with blazing electric light, like a sacred brand.

They stared at the scene blankly, their minds were clear and their expressions were peaceful, like they were all on pilgrimage.

At the same time, a thunderous sound seemed to be heard in my ears.

"I am the only one who reigns supreme in the four directions, in the heaven and earth."

This voice was extremely majestic and continued to echo deep in their souls.

This kind of majesty does not belong to the strong, nor to the emperor; it is the majesty of God.

They were so overwhelmed by the majesty that their entire bodies went limp and they prostrated themselves on the ground.

A moment later, Sir William was the first to speak, and he shouted with all his strength:

"Master Tiantong is above, praise Master Tiantong!"

He surrendered, not verbally, but from his heart and soul, like an alternative kind of conversion.

After yelling, Sir William suddenly relaxed and collapsed to the ground.

All the pores on his body dilated, and a large amount of sweat was discharged at once, wetting the ground and revealing a human figure.

"Huhuhu..."

He was breathing heavily. Although the scene just now was short, he felt it was extremely long and it was the most difficult moment in his life.

After Sir William spoke, the remaining directors also shouted loudly, then collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

After a long time, when they came to their senses again and looked towards the field tremblingly, the giant figure was no longer there.

For a moment, they couldn't tell whether everything that had just happened was true or false. Did the Tiantong Sect Master really come, or was it just a terrible and profound nightmare?
Until someone exclaimed: "Rodri... Sir Rodri is dead."

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw Sir Rodry lying beside them with a hideous look on his face. His head drooped limply to one side, and he looked miserable in death.

Everyone suddenly realized that everything that had happened before was real, and that Sect Leader Tiantong had really come, in an unimaginable way.

"Master Tiantong is above, praise Master Tiantong's mercy!" Some people couldn't help themselves and muttered to themselves while making the sign of the cross on their chest.

Although the slogans and rituals did not match, piety could be seen on his face.

Humans are social animals, and seeing this director act like this, the other directors followed suit, looking relieved.

At the same time, they also remembered Zhang Zhiwei's appearance deeply, but it was only a two-dimensional appearance of Zhang Zhiwei after being colored by Wang Ai.

However, no matter how hard they tried to recall Zhang Zhiwei's true face, they could only have a rough outline and could not bring it to their minds in all details.

Sir William was worried that he could not even remember the two-dimensional appearance of Tiantong Sect Leader, so he quickly asked people to prepare paint, paper and pen, and in this conference room, he painted a two-dimensional portrait of Zhang Zhiwei in the form of an oil painting.

Oil paintings are not as good in expressing artistic conception, but they are more realistic and can be restored like a photograph.

This painting was framed in gold by Sir William and placed in the most regrettable position in the collection.

at the same time.

In the world of black and white ink painting, Wang Ai "colored" Zhang Zhiwei again, and he became the somewhat sloppy cartoon style of the squinting-eyed strong man.

"Senior brother, when we left just now, that group of foreigners were shouting things like 'Master Tiantong is above'. Did you use some tricks on them to change their minds?" Tian Jinzhong asked curiously.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said, "Simply using magic to control people's minds is too low-level. It's okay to use it once in a while, but if you use it all the time, or control too many people in one go, it will be meaningless."

"If you are useless, then why did they end up like that?" Tian Jinzhong was puzzled and continued, "And why is it meaningless?! If you control them directly, wouldn't it be equivalent to taking back the entire concession?"

Zhang Zhiwei said: "If it were really that simple, aliens with mind control abilities would rule the world."

"The soul has a strong ability to repair itself. The more control it has, the more disordered its memory and logic will become. Unless its self is completely killed, it will become a puppet."

"Moreover, whether it is the Qi refining here or the alchemical magic of the West, there are many ways to see whether a person is being controlled."

"The directors of the Municipal Council are in high positions of power. If you use mental control on one or two of them, it's fine. But if there are too many, they will definitely be discovered. It's meaningless and will only cause trouble."

"Have you forgotten Isaac Tubber? Their school has a Ministry of Magic that specializes in dealing with matters like this. There's no need to bring them here and cause trouble."

Although Zhang Zhiwei was not afraid of being picked on, he also did not want to make enemies for no reason.

"If that's the case, then what method did you use?" Zhang Huaiyi asked curiously.

"The simplest way is to defeat the enemy without fighting. I can defeat their spiritual pillars with my will and my own image, and plant a seed in their hearts. As for what flowers will bloom, it depends on their own will," said Zhang Zhiwei. This method can also be said to be a kind of mental control, but unlike direct control of thinking, the self-consciousness of the affected person will not disappear.

Even if they were examined by the magic academy using "Legitimate" magic, they would not think that they were controlled by black magic like "Corinthia", but would only think that they were afraid and cowardly.

What Zhang Zhiwei wanted was to make them afraid, to make them feel awe and not dare to provoke him again. As for other things, Zhang Zhiwei didn't care.

After listening to Zhang Zhiwei's explanation, everyone suddenly realized that this method is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to do. It's like when you slap someone in the face, they don't think it's an insult, but a supreme gift.

Wang Ai was overjoyed and said, "These foreigners always gave me a hard time and made things difficult for me. But it was Senior Brother Zhang who made a slight move, and that was already their limit!"

During this period, for the development of Tiantong Church, he has experienced all kinds of human relationships and even agreed with what his elders often said: the world is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly affairs.

But when Senior Brother Zhang came, he shattered this statement. As expected, only the weak talk about so many worldly matters. For the strong, I talk to you about fighting and killing, and you talk to me about worldly matters.

Lu Jin and Lu Ci also secretly sighed at Zhang Zhiwei's strength.

Especially Lu Ci, he was very excited when he thought of what Zhang Zhiwei said, "I don't need your approval and support. If I do anything, you just have to kowtow to me."

This, this, this... This is simply myself...

The look of a dream.

In the past, Lu Ci’s idol was his brother, and now it is Zhang Zhiwei. If his hair was not long enough, he would want to change to the same hairstyle as Zhang Zhiwei.

This idea sometimes becomes very strong, but after taking a look at Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi, it is somewhat dispelled. I can only secretly feel sorry and wonder why Senior Brother Zhang doesn't get a separate hairstyle?
"Brother, where are we going now? Should we continue to pick a place?" Tian Jinzhong asked.

"Who else do you want to deal with? Do you really want to take down the entire Demon City?!" Zhang Zhiwei said unhappily, "We have already done what we should do. The remaining ones are insignificant. They will see the wind direction and follow suit. There is no need to bother dealing with them."

Wang Ai said quickly, "Brother Zhang is right. When we banned smoking on our territory before, there was an uproar in the Chaoqing Gang. They thought we were damaging their interests and even wanted to take back control of Yongxin."

"A few days ago, when various parties were targeting us, they took advantage of the situation and participated in the action."

"But later, when they learned that Senior Brother Zhang had taken action, they were immediately terrified. In the past two days, they have been sending people to show their goodwill to us in various ways, hoping to ask for our forgiveness and resolve the past grudges."

"The same is basically true for other forces that have targeted us before!"

"They are all a bunch of fence-sitters!" Lu Ci sneered.

Lu Jin said: "These small forces are like this, they go wherever the wind blows. There are too few people like Fengming Tower who have their own ideas and opinions."

"Do we need to clean up this kind of two-faced force?" Lu Ci asked.

Lu Jin unexpectedly agreed: "I think it's okay. If we don't make them pay a price, I'm worried that they will do the same thing next time something happens."

Wang Ai said, "Brother Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Zhiwei said: "What Lao Lu said makes sense. Since they have taken advantage of our misfortune to cause trouble, we can't just let it go. We still have to pay a price."

"However, we just need to give them a warning. There is no need to kill them all. After all, we are not gangsters and we don't kill the whole family."

Zhang Huaiyi looked at Zhang Zhiwei speechlessly. They were indeed not gangsters, but gangsters were afraid of them.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry. We all know what we are doing and we won't go too far!" Lu Jin said quickly.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. Although Lu Jin was a simple-minded, strong-limbed and reckless man, his style of doing things was impeccable. However, Lu Ci tended to go overboard.

Thinking that Lu Jin was just as good as him and neither of them would give in, he assigned him, "Huai Yi, you go with me once!"

"Okay, okay!"

Zhang Huaiyi nodded repeatedly. He would not refuse such a job because it was profitable. After receiving a few gifts of apology, he could bury a few more money bags in the back mountain.

Zhang Huaiyi and others went to attack all parties, while Zhang Zhiwei returned to his room in the resettlement area of ​​Tiantong Church. Even he would feel tired after destroying a fleet by himself. This tiredness did not refer to the body and Qi, but the mind.

Mental exhaustion is usually restored through meditation, but Zhang Zhiwei did not meditate. Instead, he fell asleep directly.

Sleep is the best rest. Why do many Qi practitioners meditate? It is not because this method is better, but because meditation can make oneself calm.

If you sleep, you will dream, it is not quiet enough, and the effect is worse than meditation.

But Zhang Zhiwei is different. His level of meditation is quite high. The Qi in his body is running all the time. Even in his daily activities, he is quieter than some people who meditate.

Therefore, his sleep does not affect his recovery. It can even be said that his sleep is actually a very deep form of meditation.

While Zhang Zhiwei was sleeping, the news of the destruction of the Magic City's Chinese Independent Fleet finally reached Japan.

The Japanese top leaders were shocked, and at this moment, there was an uproar in the meeting room of the Japanese Defense Ministry's command center. No one could believe that the Expeditionary China Independence Fleet was actually destroyed, and it was destroyed by one person. How could this be possible? This was simply a fantasy.

"The independent fleet was destroyed by the leader of Tiantong Sect? This is really not fake news? Why do I feel like I'm reading a myth?" A defense minister said with some doubt.

"I think so too. How can manpower compete with the military? The steel behemoths of our navy cannot be compared with the idiots in the army!" A naval officer said with disbelief on his face.

A neutral minister, upon hearing the words "army stag", immediately looked helpless and explained:
"It's not fake news. It has been confirmed. The leader of Tiantong Sect is actually the little Taoist priest from Mount Longhu who has repeatedly troubled us in the Northeast and caused us heavy losses. This time, he confronted us in the Magic City."

When they heard that it was Little Heavenly Master, the entire conference room fell silent for a moment. These three words had almost become a taboo in the entire East Japan in recent times. Too many people had been killed by him, even Shigeo Onijima, who was qualified to sit here for meetings and had a lot of experience, had died in his hands.

"This Chinese dog is very powerful, I admit that, but isn't there a shrine of Tsukuyomi No Mikoto installed by the priests of Ise Shrine to protect the independent fleet? Can he resist the power of Tsukuyomi No Mikoto?"

The naval commander just now said with a look of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)