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Chapter 200: Mutual Destruction
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Hearing Bai Zhenzhen’s words, Dai Xingzhi raised an eyebrow, his voice cold. “Oh? You really think Xian Du’s competition is easier than elsewhere?”
“Otherwise?” Bai Zhenzhen replied matter-of-factly. “Xian Du gets far more university quotas each year than any other city, doesn’t it? If getting into college for us is a one-in-a-hundred shot, then for you it’s more like one-in-ten—or even one-in-three.”
“If quotas weren’t assigned by city, and all Kunxu First Layer students competed directly for spots, your entire Xian Du cohort would’ve been wiped out long ago.”
Dai Xingzhi let out a mocking laugh. “Naive thinking. Xian Dao potential is all about money—and Xian Du is the wealthiest city in the entire First Layer. We have resources beyond anything your little towns can dream of. No matter what we’re competing in, we’ll always hold the upper hand.”
A smug pride flickered across Dai Xingzhi’s face. “If the whole First Layer were unified in admissions, every high school student in Xian Du could get into university—maybe even sweep all ten top spots.”
Bai Zhenzhen snorted. “You’re certainly full of yourself. But your accent doesn’t sound like a native Xian Du-born. You’re not from Xian Du, are you? Or maybe your father or grandfather came from outside?”
At that moment, the Xian Du high schoolers watching below couldn’t help but smirk—then quickly suppressed it. Their eyes flicked toward Bai Zhenzhen with surprise. They hadn’t expected a foreigner to notice the subtle difference in Dai Xingzhi’s accent.
Hearing the words “foreigner” and “accent” directed at his family, Dai Xingzhi’s face flushed with red. “I was born in Xian Du! You’re the foreigner!”
In a flash, he vanished—leaving behind a blur of afterimages that surged forward from four directions, converging on Bai Zhenzhen in a deadly assault.
Yet beneath his furious expression, Dai Xingzhi’s mind remained utterly calm.
This kind of childish provocation? I’m not falling for it.
Ambush. Provocation. Insult—these were foundational combat techniques, ones Dai Xingzhi had trained in endlessly since childhood. He’d even taken specialized courses like “How to Mock Outsiders” and “Three Lines to Break an Outsider’s Spirit,” mastering dozens of psychological tactics to trigger rage in opponents from other cities and gain the upper hand.
After all, Xian Du residents had a natural advantage in provoking outsiders—a talent Dai Xingzhi considered essential to master.
And so, even before Bai Zhenzhen had finished speaking, he’d already read her intent.
Trying to enrage me?
Then let me pretend I’m enraged…
In a blur of motion, Dai Xingzhi lunged forward with a palm strike aimed straight at Bai Zhenzhen’s head. His face was red, eyes blazing with fury, his attack look wild and reckless—full of obvious flaws.
But within, his mind was crystal clear. The palm he struck with was weak, its martial energy thin. All his strength was coiled deep inside, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash.
He was certain—if Bai Zhenzhen took the bait and attacked through the fake opening, she’d be crushed by his follow-up.
His legs remained coiled, ready to retreat at full speed at the first sign of danger.
Always keep one hand free. Never risk injury. That was the unwritten law passed down through generations of the Dai family—what had allowed them to thrive in Xian Du.
Boom!
To Dai Xingzhi’s shock, Bai Zhenzhen simply turned her head—then took the full force of the strike on her shoulder, shattering his entire follow-up plan.
In that split second of hesitation, he saw it—the look in her eyes.
All-in. No retreat. No fear.
Ever since stepping onto the Arena, Bai Zhenzhen had been studying Dai Xingzhi—his movements, his fighting style, the subtle aura around him, his habits.
Because like him, she knew this man was her biggest threat to securing second place.
And through careful observation, she realized: he was cautious to a fault. His footwork and agility were elite—his speed matched her own.
This is a third-year Xian Du Elder.
His physical strength is above mine. Beyond Wan Jian Wu Zhong Jue, his techniques are likely superior. Fighting him at full strength… my chances of victory are at most thirty to forty percent.
So I must exploit his weakness. Drag the fight into my domain.
He’s so careful. So afraid of injury. That means he probably hates going all-out.
Bai Zhenzhen knew full well: a million in medical insurance was more than enough for her. But for someone like Dai Xingzhi—wealthy beyond measure—it was a trivial sum. A mere drop in the ocean. It barely even gave him a sense of security.
And these rich people? They were naturally averse to risking everything. Unlike her—poor, desperate, with nothing to lose—she had to fight with everything she had to earn even a fraction of what they could take for granted.
So she’d provoked him. She’d taken his strike head-on—only to create one chance: a close-range, life-or-death clash.
She hadn’t expected him to be this cautious. That so-called “furious” strike? All bluff.
But it didn’t matter.
Now, face-to-face, inches apart, Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes—burning with battle-lust and lightning-fire—locked onto one target.
The strongest, fastest, most brutal strike I can unleash. Give it all—every last drop of power. Let’s see who runs out of medical insurance first.
From the moment she stepped onto the stage, Bai Zhenzhen had been channeling her Expert-Level Qi Circulation Technique: Jingtao Jiu Zhuan—a method built on endless renewal. After nine turns, her martial energy surged like a spring wound to its absolute limit.
And at that moment, every technique refined by Zhen Linggen erupted in unison.
Over the past months, Bai Zhenzhen had used Zhen Linggen’s calculations to refine every technique she knew—pushing them all to their 10th-tier enhancement.
And every single one of those enhancements focused on speed.
She knew her techniques might not be as expensive as Dai Xingzhi’s, but after countless refinements, they were now perfectly tailored to her body, her style, her soul.
Now, Lightning Step surged to full capacity. Strands of thunderous martial energy surged through her nerves, muscles, and meridians—accelerating at an insane pace, thanks to the 10th-tier refinement.
Penetrating Body Sword Qi erupted from her dantian, crackling with lightning, roaring through her meridians like a guided missile, racing toward her fingertip.
Her Expert-Level Combat Technique: Invisible Sword Art activated—before her sword even moved, its intent already tore through the air, generating electric fields that reduced drag and resistance.
Hanpo Ice Heart Scripture, under extreme pressure, sharpened her mind to absolute clarity, supercharging her body’s martial energy and muscles to peak performance.
And through it all, the thunderous martial energy—pulsing through her body and beyond—kept pushing: faster, faster, faster!
On the other side, Dai Xingzhi froze for just a heartbeat—but then reacted instantly.
With a thunderous kick, he unleashed a storm of wind. His right leg vanished in the blur—only the raw, explosive force remaining, aimed straight at Bai Zhenzhen’s dantian.
Two masters of speed clashed—each strike a flash, each movement a heartbeat.
But to the Zheng Shen watching from the sidelines, that instant stretched out—slow, eternal.
They saw Dai Xingzhi’s snarling face. They saw Bai Zhenzhen’s hair standing on end from the electric energy. They saw the lightning and wind tearing through the air.
In that frozen moment, the Zheng Shen exchanged thoughts across their internal network in nanoseconds.
Huang Zichou watched, amazed. “I never thought two people this fast could decide everything in a single move. I expected them to dance around for ten minutes.”
Another Zheng Shen analyzed: “In this moment of close combat, when facing a full-force attack, what matters is the instinctive, raw reaction—the truest self.”
Huang Zichou studied Bai Zhenzhen’s sword finger, the lightning-charged Penetrating Body Sword Qi blazing within it. He felt the utter lack of restraint—the will to die, to win at all costs.
Then he turned to Dai Xingzhi.
The storm of wind. The full, explosive power in his muscles.
But…
Huang Zichou sighed. “Dai Xingzhi did give it everything. But… perhaps it’s his habits. Perhaps it’s his instinctive fear of injury. Or maybe—just maybe—he subconsciously held back.”
“Those tiny, daily choices—those small, unconscious habits—they caught up with him in the end. In this most honest moment… he didn’t give everything.”
As the Zheng Shen debated in their minds, the world snapped back.
Boom!
Wind ripped outward. Lightning flashed.
Bai Zhenzhen flew backward, crashing to the ground, spitting up blood—mixed with fragments of internal organs.
Dai Xingzhi staggered, clutching his chest, a gaping wound where his heart had been—yet even as he stared, the wound began to heal under the power of divine force.
At the same time, both men’s Medical Insurance Amounts plummeted—then vanished, reduced to zero in an instant.
(End of Chapter)
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