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Chapter 101: Setting the Time, Fighting for the Competition Slot
Beneath the bridge, beside the riverbank.
Amidst the rumbling roar of heavy trucks passing overhead, a low, distant hum echoed from beneath the archway.
A delivery rider pedaled his electric scooter toward the bridge’s shadow, a courier from the nearby commoners’ slum. Even from afar, he could still faintly hear the sound of impacts—yet when he reached the base of the bridge, all he saw was Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen standing face to face.
“Your package,” the young man said, handing over a box. His eyes flickered toward Bai Zhenzhen, and his face flushed slightly.
To him, this high school girl was impossibly beautiful—refined, radiant, like a porcelain doll.
He thought back to his own junior high school days, to the class and school beauties who’d once ruled his heart. High schoolers really are different, he mused. They’re celestial stars. Their aura, their looks—nothing from our grade could compare.
He quickly looked away, afraid to offend.
He wasn’t new to delivering here. He’d sensed this couple often met at night beneath the bridge, doing who knew what. He also knew that a gang of petty delinquents used to hang around these parts—until they spotted the two high schoolers. They vanished overnight.
After all, high schoolers weren’t just ordinary kids. They were the elite—those who could work in the city’s core districts. Not someone like him. Even their delivery fees were higher than his.
With a final wistful glance at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, the courier rode off into the morning haze.
Zhang Yu tore open the packaging and turned to Bai Zhenzhen. “You ordered the Synthetic Food and Beast Protein Milk. Wonder how it stacks up against cafeteria food?”
Bai Zhenzhen waved it off. “As long as it’s cheap and doesn’t taste like shit, I’ll eat it.”
Once the courier was out of sight, Zhang Yu smiled faintly. “Let’s go again.”
He stood still, and a shimmering veil of white mist began to rise from his body.
As his Martial Energy surged, the Wuji Yunshou technique flared once more. The Wuxiang Yun'gang grew ever more turbulent, wrapping his form in a thick, swirling cloud—only a vague silhouette remained visible within the storm of mist.
Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen blurred around him, darting like lightning through the fog, her fists striking with explosive force. Her recent breakthroughs in the Lightning-Devouring Body Cultivation had made her movements almost supernatural—like thunder in motion.
In terms of long-distance speed, she still couldn’t match Zhang Yu’s Racing Leg Level 10.
But in close combat—short bursts, footwork, evasion, reaction time—she was now far more agile than him.
Each time her fist plunged into the mist, it met the wall of Wuxiang Yun'gang, triggering sharp crackles of energy.
Then, with a sudden twist, the swirling cloud snapped into a vortex, spinning violently and hurling Bai Zhenzhen’s strike aside. She staggered, her balance thrown off—but in midair, she twisted her body with inhuman grace, righting herself instantly and landing firmly on the ground.
She stared into the dense mist still enveloping Zhang Yu, thinking: As Yu’s Martial Energy deepens, this Wuxiang Yun'gang grows thicker, its reach expanding further. It’s becoming harder and harder to fight.
She remembered how it felt—each time she plunged into the fog, the Wuji Yunshou combined with the Beilong Fanyue Hand made Zhang Yu’s movements impossible to track. From every direction, forces surged—crushing, whipping, swirling, vibrating, rebounding—each aiming to shatter her balance, trap her within the storm.
And worse, the Wuji Yunshou paired with Bumu Yinfa meant that every strike she made only caused the mist to expand further—gathering power, then rebounding with greater force. The more she attacked, the more she was punished.
To top it off, she had to stay alert for Zhang Yu’s unseen body—waiting in the fog, ready to strike without warning.
“Enough! I’m done!” Bai Zhenzhen raised her hands. “Your Wuxiang Yun'gang is like a spiked turtle shell—impenetrable. And you’re using my Spirit Root. No weaknesses at all. This isn’t training—it’s pointless!”
For weeks, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had trained together, pushing their combat skills beyond the limits of ordinary practice. With no third party around, they no longer feared exposure of their high-level techniques. They freely unleashed Level 10 skills—each session proving more effective than any classroom drill.
Now, hearing her words, Zhang Yu let the mist dissolve around him.
After all this sparring, he had a clearer sense of things.
If Zhen Linggen were on me, I’d be invincible.
If Zhen Linggen were on A Zhen herself, we’d be evenly matched.
Of course, this was assuming neither of them was fighting to kill.
After all, without extra money to visit a clinic, neither wanted to get hurt during training.
As Bai Zhenzhen called a halt, Zhang Yu just barely released the last of the mist—when suddenly, a figure shot forward like a bullet, leaping onto his back and wrapping her arms around him.
Bai Zhenzhen laughed. “Now it’s my turn!”
As her body pressed against his, the Spirit Root returned to her core.
After so many exchanges, the motion had become second nature.
Watching her train, Zhang Yu smiled softly, then glanced at his Feather Scroll.
Though his main focus had been Physical Strength Level, his Dao Heart and Martial Energy had also steadily improved.
His Dao Heart had reached Level 4 (28%). At this stage, control over his body and energy was seamless—every martial technique flowed with precision and power.
With Zhen Linggen’s aid, his Martial Energy had skyrocketed to 34.8—making the Wuxiang Yun'gang stronger and more violent than ever.
But lately, as my Martial Energy climbs, the rate of refinement is slowing. Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa’s effectiveness is fading. I’m nearing a bottleneck.
As a beginner’s cultivation method, Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa had its limits. Zhang Yu sensed that around 50 points of Martial Energy would be its maximum cap.
To gain deeper energy, I’ll need to switch to an expert-grade breath method eventually.
As for Physical Strength Level—his primary focus—this had risen dramatically to 3.21. Compared to the Martial Arts Competition a month ago, it was a massive leap.
Of course, such progress came at a steep cost.
Though he’d earned over ten thousand yuan from tutoring and selling occasional items from Lian Tianji, the price of Hunyuan Pills—30,000 yuan each—and the ever-rising food expenses from his body’s increased demands had drained his savings. Now, he had less than 20,000 yuan left.
As dawn broke, the sun rising slowly over the horizon, Zhang Yu said, “A Zhen, time to head to school.”
“Remember today’s date?” Bai Zhenzhen’s cheeks still glowed from the workout, her forehead glistening with sweat. “Of course! Today’s the day we go to the Sports Competition Team and show them what we’re made of!”
…
Inside the stadium.
As training began, students unscrewed large bottles and gulped down Daoxin Buffer in big swallows.
Then, one student suddenly convulsed—his arm twitching, his strength vanishing in an instant.
Wang Hai walked over, grabbed the boy’s arm, and frowned. “Did you take your full dose of Daoxin Buffer yesterday?”
The boy stammered, embarrassed.
Wang Hai snorted. “You’ve undergone the Special Training Program. Your physical strength is now far beyond your Dao Heart’s control. That’s why you must double, triple, even five times your normal dosage. One drop less, and your body could go out of control.”
“Drinking Daoxin Buffer isn’t about making the school money. It’s for you. For your survival.”
“You’ve spent so much, trained so hard. Are you really going to throw it all away over a few extra buffer doses—just to miss the Physical Fitness Competition?”
The boy hung his head in shame. Wang Hai finally let him go.
Then he turned to He Dayou, training nearby, his expression heavy.
He Dayou has completely pulled ahead of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen now…
In this era of advancing Daoist tech, talent and effort mean nothing.
He watched as He Dayou slowly lifted a massive, heavy barbell.
His Tianmo Parasitic Technique activated within, accelerating the integration of the transplanted tissues—allowing him to harness his new strength with precision and control.
He still remembered the first time after surgery—how it felt like wearing a suit of iron armor, every movement stiff, restricted.
But through relentless training, even as the surgeries continued, the “armor” had grown lighter, thinner.
From iron plate to coat, then to a second skin—now, the transplanted flesh felt almost like part of his own. He barely noticed it anymore.
Good. If I keep this pace, I can start the next phase of surgery in a few days.
Keep training hard, and hitting 4.0+ Physical Strength Level before the competition? Not impossible.
At that moment, a chorus of “Senior! Senior!” rang out.
He Dayou turned—Lan Ling and several other second-year athletes had arrived at the gym.
Lan Ling scanned the room, frowning. “Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen still haven’t shown up?”
He Dayou knew today was the final day to decide the one-month-away Sports Competition roster. The day Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen would come to beg for a chance—only to be humiliated.
They skip class all the time. Who knows if they’ve even improved at all.
But it doesn’t matter. No matter how much they’ve grown, they can’t beat me under the Special Training Program.
He returned to his lift, silent and focused. After surpassing Zhang Yu in the last Monthly Exam, he’d long stopped regarding him as a rival.
People must look forward. My real opponents are the geniuses from Bailong High, Ziyun High, and Hongta High.
Meanwhile, Lan Ling turned to the five athletes training nearby. “Since Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen aren’t here yet, let’s test your Physical Strength Levels first. Once they arrive, we’ll finish the rankings.”
To Lan Ling, it was already clear—no further comparison was needed. Their Physical Strength Levels would be enough to eliminate the two poor kids.
1st Place: He Dayou – Physical Strength Level 3.07
4th Place: Li Yong – Physical Strength Level 2.96
5th Place: Ye Haitao – Physical Strength Level 2.94
Lan Ling nodded slightly. “He Dayou, you’re progressing fast. Keep it up—you’ll definitely place in the competition.”
“Ye Haitao, you’re the newest. You need to push harder. This level won’t cut it.”
The first-years listened, bowing respectfully.
Just then, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen entered—drawn by the eyes of all present.
Lan Ling glanced at them coldly. “Test your Physical Strength Levels first. Anything above 2.94 is enough to earn a spot.”
Moments later, their results appeared on the screen.
1st Place: Zhang Yu – Physical Strength Level 3.21
5th Place: Bai Zhenzhen – Physical Strength Level 2.98
(End of Chapter)
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