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

In the lobby of the conference room, everyone felt unable to breathe and dared not move.

The pressure emitted from Zhang Zhiwei's body was as heavy as a mountain, pressing them to kneel on the ground, without even the strength to move a finger.

They couldn't raise their heads. Looking up from the current perspective, they felt that Zhang Zhiwei was as tall as a giant god, looking down at them with condescending attention.

This line of sight fell on them like a burning flame, burning them from their bodies to their souls into a ball of fire.

They struggled in pain under the scorching flames, wanting to wail, but they couldn't make any sound. They could only beg God to save them in their hearts, over and over again.

During the round-trip prayers, the feeling of burning fire not only did not weaken, but became more and more intense. God could not save them.

On the contrary, only when you beg for mercy from the leader of Tiantong, the pain that seemed to be burning in the soul would be slightly relieved.

This discovery made them ecstatic. They began to pray for forgiveness and became more and more pious, just like they had seized the straw.

Slowly, it seemed to happen subtly, or it seemed to happen suddenly. They found that the face of God who had been praying in their memory turned into Zhang Zhiwei's appearance. He walked ten steps towards the southeast, west and north, leaving behind The footprints flashed with blazing lightning, like a sacred mark.

They stared at this scene blankly, their hearts clear and their expressions were quiet, as if they were pilgrimage one by one.

At the same time, a thunderous sound sounded in my ears.

"All the four directions, the sky and the earth are the only ones."

This voice is extremely majestic and constantly echoes deep in their souls.

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

They were overwhelmed by that majesty, their whole bodies were already soft, and they were lying on the ground protrudingly.

After a moment, Sir William made a first voice, and he yelled with all his last power:

"The leader of Tiantong is above, praise the leader of Tiantong!"

He surrendered, not verbally, but from his own mind and soul, like an alternative conversion.

After the yell, Sir William suddenly relaxed and collapsed to the ground like a collapse.

His pores were swelling and a lot of sweat was discharged at once, wetting the ground and revealing a human form.

“Huhhhh…”

He gasped. Although the scene just now was short, he felt that it was extremely long and the most difficult moment of his life.

After Sir William spoke, the remaining directors also shouted one after another, then collapsed to the ground and gasped.

After a long time, when they came back to their senses, they looked at the field tremblingly, where there was no such figure as a giant god.

For a moment, they couldn't tell whether everything just now was true or false? Has the leader of Tiantong really arrived, or is it just a terrifying and profound nightmare?

Until someone exclaimed, "Rodri...Sir Rodri is dead."

Everyone turned their heads to look at it. Sir Rodri was lying beside him with a ferocious look on his face, his head drooping weakly, and his death was miserable.

Everyone suddenly realized that everything before was real, and the leader of Tiantong had really arrived, in an unimaginable way.

"The leader of Tiantong is above, praise the kindness of Tiantong!" Someone couldn't help but muttered, while placing a cross on his chest.

Although the slogans and rituals were not in line with each other, they saw piety on his face.

People are all group animals. Seeing this director like this, other directors also imitated it as if they were decent, with a look of gratitude.

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

However, no matter how they think about Zhang Zhiwei's true face, it only has a rough outline, and it cannot be fully reflected in their minds.

Sir William was worried that he could not even remember the two-dimensional appearance of the leader of Tiantong, so he quickly asked someone to prepare paints and paper and pens. In this conference room, he drew Zhang Zhiwei's two-dimensional portrait in the form of oil painting.

Oil paintings have a poor performance in artistic conception, but they are better in reality and can be restored like photos.

This painting was inlaid with golden borders by Sir William and was collected in the most regrettable location of the collection.

at the same time.

In the world of black and white ink paintings, Wang Ai once again gave Zhang Zhiwei a "color", and he became a comic form with a sloppy squid-eyed strong man's painting style.

"Senior brother, when I left just now, the group of ghost guys shouted words like "Tiantong Sect Master is above. Did you use your means to change their ideas?" Tian Jinzhong said curiously.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said, "It is too low-level to simply use magic to control people's hearts. It's okay to use it once occasionally, but it's boring to use it all the time, or control too much in one breath."

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

Zhang Zhiwei said: "If it is really so simple, the alien who has mental control abilities should dominate the world."

"The soul has strong repairability. The more control it is, the more disordered the memory and logic it is. Unless it completely kills itself, it will become a puppet."

"And, whether it is our Qi refining or Western alchemy magic, there are many ways to see if a person is controlled."

"The directors of the Municipal Council are in high positions and have great power. If we use mental control on one or two of them, it's okay. If we use more, 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 such things. There's no need to bring them here to cause trouble."

Although Zhang Zhiwei is not afraid of being picked on, he doesn't want to make enemies for no reason.

"In that case, what method do you use?" Zhang Huaiyi asked curiously.

"The simplest method is to defeat the enemy without fighting. With my will and my own image, I will defeat their spiritual pillars and plant a seed in their hearts. As for what flowers can bloom, it depends on their own will." Zhang Zhiwei said.

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 are examined by the Magic Academy using "Legitimate Mind", they will not think that they are controlled by black magic similar to "Spiritual Reaper", but will only think that they are afraid and scared.

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

After listening to Zhang Zhiwei's explanation, everyone suddenly realized that this method was simple to say, but it was extremely difficult to do. It's like when you slap someone, others not only don't think it's an insult, but it's a supreme gift.

Wang Ai said happily: "These foreigners used to look at me and make things difficult for me. It was Senior Brother Zhang who just made a slight move, which was already their limit!"

During this period, for the development of Tiantong Church, he also experienced all kinds of human relationships, and even agreed with the elders' frequent saying that the rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.

But when Senior Brother Zhang came, he smashed this sentence. Sure enough, only the weak talk about so many human relationships. For the strong, I talk to you about fighting and killing, and you talk to me about human relationships.

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

Especially Lu Ci, when he thought of Zhang Zhiwei's words "I don't need your approval and support, if I do anything, you just kowtow", he was very excited.

This, this, this... This is exactly what he...

dreamed of.

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 is sometimes very strong, but after taking a look at Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi, it was somewhat dispelled. He could only secretly regret that why didn't Senior Brother Zhang get a separate hairstyle?

"Senior Brother, where are we going now? Are we going to continue to pick the venue?" Tian Jinzhong asked.

"Who else do you want to do? Do you really want to pick on the entire Demon City?!" Zhang Zhiwei said unhappily, "We have done what we should do. The rest are insignificant. They will follow the wind when they see the direction of the wind. There is no need to deal with them."

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

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

"But later, when they learned that Brother Zhang was taking action, they were immediately scared. These two days, they have been sending people to show us all kinds of goodwill, trying to ask for our forgiveness and resolve the past grudges."

"The other forces that targeted us before are basically the same!"

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

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

"For this kind of two-faced forces, do we need to clean up a wave?" Lu Ci asked.

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

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

Zhang Zhiwei said: "What Lao Lu said makes sense. Since they have been causing trouble, there is naturally no such thing as letting it go. They still have to pay a price."

"However, it's enough to give them a warning. There is no need to kill them all. After all, we are not the underworld. We don't kill the whole family."

Zhang Huaiyi glanced at Zhang Zhiwei speechlessly. They are indeed not the underworld, but the underworld is afraid of them.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry, we 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 and strong-limbed man, his style of doing things was impeccable. However, Lu Ci was prone to overdoing things.

Thinking that Lu Jin was the same as him, and neither of them would give in to the other, he assigned him, "Huaiyi, go with me once!"

"Okay, okay!"

Zhang Huaiyi nodded repeatedly. He would not refuse such an assignment 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 knock on all parties, while Zhang Zhiwei returned to the room in the resettlement area of ​​the Tiantong Church. Even if he destroyed a fleet by himself, he would be tired. This kind of fatigue did not refer to the body and Qi, but the mind.

The loss of the mind is usually restored through meditation, but Zhang Zhiwei did not meditate, but fell asleep directly.

Sleep is the best rest. Why do many Qi practitioners need to meditate and meditate? It’s not because this method is better, but because meditation can calm yourself down.

If you sleep, you will dream and not be quiet enough, and the effect will not be as good as meditation.

But Zhang Zhiwei is different. His level of static power is quite high. The Qi in his body is always circulating. Even in daily activities, it is more quiet than some people who meditate.

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

While Zhang Zhiwei was sleeping, the news that the Demon City sent the Chinese independent fleet to be destroyed finally reached Japan.

The top leaders of Japan were shocked by it. At this moment, there was a hustle and bustle in the conference room of the command center of the Japanese Defense Ministry. Everyone could not believe that the independent fleet of China was destroyed, and it was destroyed by one person. How could this be possible? It's a fantasy.

"The Independence Fleet was destroyed by the leader of Tiantong Sect? Isn't this really a false 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 army? The steel giants of our navy are not comparable to those of the army's red deer!" A naval officer looked disbelief.

A neutral minister heard the words "Army Red Deer" and immediately looked helpless and explained:

"It's not false news, it has been confirmed that the leader of Tiantong is actually the little Tianshi who is in the Northeast region who has repeatedly troubled us and caused us to suffer heavy losses. This time, he and We are in the Demon City.”

When I heard that it was Xiao Tianshi, there was a moment of silence in the entire conference room. These three words have almost become taboos for Japan in recent times. Too many people were killed by him, and even Shigeo Kishima, who was qualified to sit here for a meeting and had a deep experience, died at his hands.

"This Chinese dog is very powerful, I admit it, but in the independent fleet, isn't there a shrine protection for the Great God of Tsukikumi arranged by the priests of the Ise Shrine? Can he resist the divine power of the Great God of Tsukikumi?"

The navy general just now said in disbelief.