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Chapter 131: The Whetstone, the Crushing Mountain Palm (Please Vote for the Month)
Yu Xinghan glanced at Zhang Yu beside him and waved a hand. “Alright, then let’s get started.”
“But before we begin our Real Combat Training,” he added, “I have two conditions to lay down.”
“First: during the training, neither of us will use Martial Energy. We’ll fight purely with raw physical strength.”
He’d invited Zhang Yu as his sparring partner precisely because he’d witnessed the latter’s astonishing control over his body during the Sports Competition. The real purpose of this training wasn’t just to spar—it was to absorb every nuance of Zhang Yu’s bodily mastery. That was why he insisted on fighting without any energy.
Yu Xinghan continued, “Second condition: whoever injures the other must pay for the medical expenses.”
Zhang Yu gave him a skeptical look. “You’re not trying to scam me, are you?”
No wonder he was suspicious. To him, Yu Xinghan was the epitome of a miserly rich kid.
“I’m not trying to scam you,” Yu Xinghan said calmly. “This is about training to win without causing real harm.”
“In Kunxu, true masters can control every ounce of their strength—defeating opponents without leaving a single cent in damages. That’s the real goal of Real Combat Training.”
“I’ve watched your Martial Arts Competition footage,” he shook his head. “Fights were messy—blood flying, flesh torn apart. Brutal. Unnecessary. A complete waste of effort.”
“This,” he said, “is the result of poor control training.”
Zhang Yu frowned, then asked, “Did Xinghuo Immortal teach you this?”
Seeing Yu Xinghan nod, Zhang Yu mentally muttered: No wonder the old bastard was always getting slapped with lawsuits. Now he’s passed his penny-pinching obsession down to his disciple. What a cheapo he’s turned out to be.
…
Meanwhile, Chu Qiuhé had quietly appeared at the doorway of the training room, peering through the open door.
When he saw Song Hailong and Bai Zhenzhen locked in a furious clash, he sighed inwardly. Bai Zhenzhen really has advanced not just in Physical Strength Level—but in combat ability as well.
If I were to face her now, I’d last less than ten moves.
In just two months… her progress is terrifying.
They say she and Zhang Yu were both invested in by Senior Zhang Pianpian—became her dogs, even undergone Artificial Demon Muscle enhancement…
A flicker of envy stirred in Chu Qiuhé’s chest.
Damn it… I wish I could be one of her dogs too, whipped into shape for top scores!
But he dared only dream. If he ever voiced such a wish, word would reach the seniors in Grade 12 within minutes—and he’d be dragged into a dark corner and beaten senseless by them.
After all, with Zhang Pianpian dominating the rankings and worth billions, at least 80% of Bailong High School wanted to be her dog.
A prize so coveted that even Grade 12 students were fighting over it—how could a mere Grade 10 student even hope?
This once-in-a-lifetime chance… and those two idiots just snatched it from me?
For a moment, Chu Qiuhé glared at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, his eyes flashing with envy.
Then—just as the battle between Zhang Yu and Yu Xinghan began—the sound of impact drew his attention once more.
…
Yu Xinghan and Zhang Yu stepped toward each other, closing the distance slowly.
In an instant, a thunderous crack split the air as their arms collided.
The sound acted as a signal.
From that moment on, fists, palms, forearms, elbows—every part of their bodies began slamming into one another in rapid succession. The echoes roared like thunderclaps echoing through the training room.
Within seconds, their arms were a blur of motion, locked in a furious exchange.
…
Outside the training room, Chu Qiuhé watched intently.
Suddenly, he felt two presences appear beside him—No. 35 Bear and No. 36 Wolf.
Seeing Chu Qiuhé’s glance, they stammered, “We… we’d like to watch Star-Han Senior and Zhang Yu Senior’s fight too.”
Chu Qiuhé snorted. He’d already punished them earlier. But now, seeing their eagerness, he didn’t stop them.
Inside, Yu Xinghan’s attacks grew fiercer. His body began circling Zhang Yu at breakneck speed—like a storm tearing through the air, striking from all directions.
In contrast, Zhang Yu stood firm, like a small boat in a hurricane—seeming on the verge of capsizing.
The Bear murmured in awe, “Star-Han Senior is incredible! His raw strength and speed are way beyond us! Zhang Yu Senior’s in trouble!”
“Clumsy fool,” Chu Qiuhé sneered. “Zhang Yu won first place in the Physical Fitness Competition because of his mastery of force control and his skill in redirecting energy. At this level, his ability to borrow and shift momentum is unmatched among Grade 10 students.”
To Chu Qiuhé, Zhang Yu wasn’t a fragile boat. He was a fortress of reinforced concrete—unshakable even under relentless bombardment.
Then—Yu Xinghan let out a long, exhilarated roar.
“Excellent! It’s been ages since I’ve fought like this! You’re far better than Xiao Song! Since that’s the case, I’ll bring out my full strength now!”
He stared at Zhang Yu like a marksman sighting a perfect target.
Normally, I’d never fight at full power against classmates—too afraid of the medical bills. But with Zhang Yu… even if I go all out, he won’t end up in the infirmary, will he?
With a faint smile, he added, “Don’t worry. As I said earlier—if I hurt you, I’ll cover your medical costs.”
Both men activated the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, their eyes locking, their wills clashing in the air like storm clouds.
And with those words, Yu Xinghan’s aura shifted instantly.
In that moment, his third eye snapped open—granting him a full 360° field of vision.
Then, tendrils extending from the third eye snapped taut, instantly amplifying his ability to recruit every muscle fiber—like gaining a second nervous system.
Boom!
Yu Xinghan’s palms roared forward with the sound of dragons bellowing and elephants trumpeting, striking Zhang Yu with crushing force.
The air shattered before the palms even landed, creating a suffocating pressure.
This was the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm, pushed to level 8.
A martial art forged by a former civil engineering professor from university—inspired by watching elephants and dragon spirits move mountains and fill valleys in the wild.
Its essence? To mimic the raw, unstoppable might of dragon and elephant—palms like floods, like tsunamis.
The technique relied entirely on perfect force delivery—overwhelming power, sheer momentum, crushing everything in its path.
Now, with his entire body’s strength fully mobilized, this palm far exceeded typical Grade 10 capability.
Zhang Yu remained calm. He raised his hand, aiming to redirect the incoming force.
Crack!
A deep, thunderous impact echoed as their palms met.
Thanks to Yu Xinghan’s third eye and the Full Concentration state of the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, every micro-movement in Zhang Yu’s body—every twitch of muscle, every shift in balance—was crystal clear.
Yu Xinghan was studying him. Learning. Mimicking. Absorbing.
He watched, fascinated, as the power flowed through Zhang Yu’s sinewy, steel-like muscles—tracing the path of force as it traveled down, then dissipated into the ground.
Zhang Yu took three steps back, each footfall thundering like a drumbeat.
Yu Xinghan’s eyes lit up—like a man beholding a masterpiece.
This level of control… it’s beautiful.
I’ve got to learn it—completely!
He vanished in a flash, closing the distance in an instant. Another palm roared forward—dragon and elephant in full fury.
“Do it again! Show me once more!”
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu, also in Full Concentration, studied Yu Xinghan’s movements—each gesture slowed, analyzed, memorized. He fought to counter every attack.
After a while, Yu Xinghan felt his Full Concentration state nearing its limit. Both their stamina had dipped, and their movements were no longer flawless.
He stopped, breathing heavily. “Let’s take a break. We’ll train again later.”
“Training only works when both body and mind are at peak condition.”
Yu Xinghan sat down, mentally replaying the fight—absorbing every detail of Zhang Yu’s techniques, turning them into fuel for his own growth.
This Zhang Yu… he’s truly the perfect whetstone.
Once I’ve mastered all his methods, combined with my own growth in Physical Strength Level… by the time high school ends, there won’t be anyone left who can outmatch me in raw power.
Beside him, Zhang Yu sat down and glanced at the Feather Scroll that appeared before him.
Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm — Level 0 (0/1, 4.96/5.0 Physical Strength Level, 4/5 Dao Heart)
Zhang Yu frowned. So this is the technique Yu Xinghan just used?
He pulled up his phone and searched. His brows immediately knitted together.
“Usage Rights: 200,000?”
Damn it… If I actually learn this, I’ll be paying him 200,000 just to train him. I won’t even make back the cost before he’s already surpassed me!
But then he remembered the raw power of the palm—the sheer dominance of pure physical force.
And he thought: This kind of martial art, built on raw strength… it’s adaptable. Foundational. Perfect for building a base.
What if I just… learn it secretly? Without buying the license? I’ll just keep it hidden, never use it in public…
He hesitated, torn.
But then he reminded himself—he hadn’t even met the cultivation requirements yet. So he pushed the idea aside for now.
Just then, Yu Xinghan pulled out his phone and asked, “Did you finally click that link I asked you to?”
(End of Chapter)
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