Chapter 75
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Chapter 75: Dragon-Back Mountain-Toppling Hand
When Le Mulan returned to the Purple Cloud High School rest area, she found Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground.
She walked over to him and, without hesitation, used him as a stool, sitting on his back.
This was her punishment for his failure. For the next three days, whenever he appeared before her, he was to serve as her bench.
Lian Tianji asked, “Did it ended so quickly?”
He had watched Bai Zhenzhen and Xiong Wenwu’s battle. Despite her inferior data, Bai Zhenzhen’s practical combat skills were exceptional, and she could always find her opponent’s weaknesses. Lian Tianji had expected her to force the sacred number one of her year to reveal more of her techniques.
Le Mulan frowned, tapping Lian Tianji’s body with her raised right foot. She said coldly, “A stool shouldn’t speak.”
Lian Tianji immediately fell silent.
However, Le Mulan added, “She ran out of money for treatment. Though even if she had it, that would have just wasted more time.”
Lian Tianji instantly understood. That was just how the world worked. Money was a form of power, and a lack of it was a sign of weakness.
Bai Zhenzhen was poor, while…
A poor person losing to a rich one is only natural, Lian Tianji thought.
Just then, Zhang Yu and Song Hailong stepped onto the arena.
Lian Tianji slowly turned his head, focusing his gaze on the arena.
After being defeated, there are usually two ways to respond.
Either claim you were careless.
Or praise your opponent’s strength.
The former is uglier, while the latter saves face.
So Lian Tianji decided to choose the latter.
If Zhang Yu wins against Song Hailong, I might even get my sponsorships back… After all, it would change from “being defeated by a Songyang student” to “narrowly losing to a finalist.”
Go, Zhang Yu!
From the Bailong High School rest area, Chu Qiuhe was also cheering for Zhang Yu in his heart. He even found himself unable to resist and secretly started cursing Song Hailong.
Though as a Bailong student he knew of Song Hailong’s terrifying strength, a flicker of delusion still stirred within him. What if? What if he gets careless and loses? Song Hailong… only if you lose will everyone save face.
As Song Hailong stood in the arena, arms outstretched and hands raised high, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted from the audience.
“Song Hailong! Number One!”
“Song Hailong! Number One!”
Zhao Tianxing listened to the Bailong students’ synchronized chanting and felt that Zhang Yu seemed utterly isolated and helpless on the arena.
He could not help but think, Shouldn’t we be cheering for Zhang Yu too?
But when he voiced this thought, He Dayou quickly turned away and pretended not to hear.
Qian Shen added awkwardly, “We probably shouldn’t. This is Bailong territory, after all.”
Watching the Bailong students’ overwhelming cheers, Zhao Tianxing’s initial impulse to support Zhang Yu gradually died down.
Realizing how intensely nervous he felt just watching from afar, he could not imagine the pressure Zhang Yu must be under, standing on that arena.
***
On the arena.
As Song Hailong clenched his right fist, and the cheers from the audience immediately died down. The entire venue fell silent once more.
Song Hailong looked at Zhang Yu and laughed heartily. “I never expected a kid from Songyang to fight his way through so many opponents and reach the final four.”
“As a reward, I will make this fight a little easier for you.”
With that, Song Hailong brushed his hand through his spiky hair. The next moment, a series of numbers appeared on his forehead.
10,000,000?
As Zhang Yu wondered what this meant, Song Hailong answered his unspoken question. “This is a function of my External Spirit Root. It displays my medical insurance coverage limit.”
“My current insurance limit is 10 million. If you can exhaust that entire 10 million treatment budget, I will forfeit.”
What the hell? He just gave himself a health bar? Zhang Yu stared intently at the number and began to consider its implications for the upcoming battle.
But when he thought about his opponent’s insurance covering 10 million while his own only covered 100,000, or rather, the 70,000 worth of injuries he had left, Zhang Yu could not help but feel a wave of helplessness.
But in the next instant, he activated the mental cultivation technique of the Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Technique, suppressing his negative emotions and igniting his fighting spirit. He focused his entire being on the battle before him.
In the audience, Song Hailong’s formidable physique and booming voice were impossible to ignore, and his latest display sparked a fresh wave of gasps and praise.
“As expected of Bailong’s top student! He’s insured for a full 10 million!”
“He’s so rich! No wonder his scores are so good!”
“Duh, how could the poor ever be as outstanding as Song Hailong?”
“Song Hailong scored the highest on the Monthly Exam and has all that money. I say they should just hand him the Martial Arts Competition championship right now!”
Back on the arena, Song Hailong beckoned to Zhang Yu. “You go first. If I make the first move, you might not get a chance.”
Seeing Song Hailong standing completely unguarded, Zhang Yu cautiously unleashed a palm strike infused with Formless Cloud Gang Qi, slamming it directly into his opponent’s chest.
With a resounding crack, the blow that could shatter stone landed on Song Hailong’s body. Yet Zhang Yu felt as if he had struck a massive rubber tire.
Not only did Song Hailong not budge an inch, but the 10 million displayed on his forehead only dropped by 300.
Zhang Yu recalled what Lei Jun had told him about the Elephant Tendon Body. This Song Hailong has been implanted with elephant demon muscles. His magic power flows through these muscles to directly enhance his physical strength, making his power and resistance to attacks defy conventional understanding.
On top of that, his natural Physical Strength already far surpasses mine, and he has the protective effect of the external Body Tempering Spirit Root…
Clearly, Song Hailong’s formidable physique allowed him to take Zhang Yu’s palm strike without any serious injury.
Meanwhile, Song Hailong shook his head and said, “That palm strike only costed me 300 yuan. Too weak.”
“Put some effort into it, Bro. At this rate, even if I just stood here and let you hit me until you drained all 10 million, how long would that take?”
Several more palm strikes landed on Song Hailong’s vital points, but it still felt like hitting a rubber tire. Though his body trembled slightly, the numbers on his forehead only decreased by a little over 2,000 in total.
Even more astonishingly, the numbers on Song Hailong’s forehead began to show signs of recovery the next moment.
The total deduction of over 2,300 gradually decreased to just over 2,000.
Noticing the change in Zhang Yu’s expression, Song Hailong laughed and pointed at the number on his forehead. “Did it go back up again?”
“My apologies. The Combat Spirit Root I’m using this time isn’t your ordinary Body Tempering Spirit Root. It’s the deluxe version.”
“This Spirit Root not only enhances my physical strength and resilience, but also continuously absorbs spiritual energy from the air, allowing my injuries to heal themselves.”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s increasingly grave expression, Song Hailong roared with laughter. “Aren’t you going to attack? If you don’t hurry, it’ll be back up to 10 million again!”
As Song Hailong bellowed these words, the crowd in the stands and the contestants from various schools surrounding the arena felt as though they were witnessing a mountain of gold towering between the two combatants.
The 10 million seemed like an impenetrable fortress blocking Zhang Yu’s path and leaving him with no chance of victory.
“If you won’t come to me, then I’ll come to you.”
The 2.5 meters tall Song Hailong spread his massive hand, which resembled a dragon’s claw, and clawed at Zhang Yu.
Magic Power coursed through his elephant demon muscles, directly enhancing his strength and physique. He didn’t even need elaborate techniques. His raw power alone was enough to sweep through the First-Year class.
Sensing the overwhelming claw attack, Zhang Yu remained completely unfazed.
The stats gap is too wide. I can’t defeat him with just my own strength. The only way is to use his power against him. My tactic is to defend and counterattack.
As Zhang Yu thought this, he swelled his arms with Formless Cloud Gang Qi to parry Song Hailong’s attack. But he suddenly realized the claw attack had transformed into a grappling technique.
Grappling? No… Not just that…
In his Full Concentration State, Zhang Yu watched every subtle shift of Song Hailong’s grip change. He quickly dodged while simultaneously blocking with Formless Cloud Gang Qi.
He soon realized Song Hailong was using a grappling and throwing Martial Art.
It was the Expert-Grade Dragon-Back Mountain-Toppling Hand(Level 1)!
This was an Expert-Grade Martial Art that relied purely on physical brute force to execute grappling and throwing techniques.
For Song Hailong, whose body was enhanced with elephant demon muscles, all his magic power was channeled into his physical form. This Martial Art, driven solely by physical violence, was perfectly suited to him.
Song Hailong had focused more on other areas, which left his overall Martial Technique underdeveloped. As a result, even though this Cultivation Art was not particularly difficult, he had only reached a mere level 1.
Yet with his incredibly powerful physique and this level 1 grappling and throwing Martial Art, Song Hailong was already capable of crushing other experts of his level.
Zhang Yu could feel the pressure now. In his Full Concentration State, he sensed Song Hailong’s hands closing in like a vast net, slowly enveloping him, preparing to slam him to the ground and completely subdue him.
You want to wrestle? Go to the ground?
Zhang Yu, who had no relevant skills, naturally wanted to avoid being dragged down to the mat to grapple and test their physical strength and ground techniques.
He wriggles like a tiny fish, narrowly dodging Song Hailong’s overwhelming net again and again.
But finally…
“Got you.” Song Hailong suddenly tightened his grip on Zhang Yu’s arm, a smirk playing on his lips.
Just as they both exerted force, Zhang Yu roared. The Formless Cloud Gang Qi, which had previously only covered his palms, suddenly surged and spread to his elbows. Then, like a slippery eel, his arm slipped out of Song Hailong’s grasp.
Below the arena, Lian Tianji’s body stiffened in shock. He thought, His Limitless Cloud Hands have broken through again in this desperate situation? is it Level 5 now? This Zhang Yu truly is a Martial Arts prodigy.
