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Chapter 207: Zhang Yu Attacked Unexpectedly
Just as Yue Jincheng’s expression grew darker and darker, his eyes locked onto Zhang Yu stepping out from the Breeding Base gate, watching him casually slip his phone into his pocket. A flicker of resolve flashed in Yue Jincheng’s heart.
In an instant, he blurred forward—silent, swift, and already closing in on Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
With my degree from a legitimate university, even if I were to act openly in front of them, stealing just one or two things from them would be effortless. They wouldn’t even know it happened.
Yue Jincheng had reviewed Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s recent exam records. He knew both were roughly at the level of senior high school students—late Qi Refinement stage. In Songyang High School, they’d be considered top-tier. But in his eyes, they were nothing more than two kids.
Especially since he was a graduate of a commercial espionage program, stealth movement, silent takedowns, and theft were skills he’d mastered long ago. Taking down two high schoolers? Child’s play.
Just grab their phones, use company tools to clone the data, and return the devices before they even notice. Then I can analyze everything at my leisure. Why waste time tailing them like this?
Two high schoolers? I should’ve done this ages ago!
As Yue Jincheng’s body darted forward, preparing to strike, Si Zhouru’s face twitched slightly—then she too surged after him, raising her hand in an attempt to stop him.
But Yue Jincheng sneered inwardly: What do you, a junior college graduate, know about this?
Ignoring her, he accelerated again, silently gliding into position behind Zhang Yu.
Si Zhouru gritted her teeth, cursing under her breath. Damn it… this kid’s too eager to prove himself.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen are easy prey. Two of us are more than enough to handle them. But you’re ignoring direct orders… even if you succeed, what good is it?
Now I’ll be writing a damn report for this mess…
At that moment, Yue Jincheng’s right arm blurred—six martial techniques activated simultaneously, woven together in a single explosive motion.
In a flash, his arm shot forward at a speed beyond human perception, silently reaching for Zhang Yu’s pocket.
But the instant Yue Jincheng moved, Fujie’s voice echoed in both Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s minds:
“Be careful—someone’s about to strike. Coming for Zhang Yu.”
Zhang Yu thought, Huh? They’re actually going to attack? Are they underestimating us… or is something else going on?
Bai Zhenzhen thought, No way they’re getting away with it. Yu Zi will act in time. My job… is to keep them distracted if they try to flee after failing.
Just as Yue Jincheng’s smirk widened, his palm about to slip into Zhang Yu’s pocket, his hand suddenly met something soft—like cotton.
But that cotton was deceptively yielding. Beneath the softness, a violent recoil surged back through his fingers.
Boom!
A shockwave shot up from his fingertips. Before him, Zhang Yu was suddenly enveloped in swirling mist—Wuxiang Yun’gang erupting from beneath his clothes like storm clouds, wrapping around his body in thick, roiling tendrils.
“What?!” Yue Jincheng blinked, stunned. This kid sensed me? He actually blocked my strike?
For a split second, surprise flickered across his face. But it wasn’t panic—just hesitation, torn between two choices.
We’ve already started. Might as well just snatch him and run. Let the company handle it as a robbery afterward…
Or just retreat now. They’re not hurt. The Patrol won’t bother with this. No one’ll trace it back to us…
But then, thunder cracked across the sky.
A surge of divine energy coalesced above, splitting the heavens in a blinding flash of lightning that roared down with thunderous force.
“Thundering Charm?” Yue Jincheng froze—shocked again. He just countered my strike with a spell?!
“Retreat!” Si Zhouru barked, vanishing like a shadow into the night.
Yue Jincheng’s eyes burned with frustration, but he knew this wasn’t the place to stay. He stepped back—ready to flee.
But then, a sharp crackling echoed at his side. Tiny electric sparks stung his cheeks.
Where are you going?
Before him, Bai Zhenzhen stood bathed in crackling lightning, her body blazing with raw power. With a thunderous roar, she shot forward, her fingertips trailing invisible sword energy—crackling with blue-white lightning—as she drove a single, deadly thrust toward Yue Jincheng’s chest.
Yue Jincheng snarled, swinging a fist to shatter the attack. He was about to follow up with a crushing blow—when Bai Zhenzhen suddenly shifted, letting the space behind her open up.
She smiled faintly.
“Mind your step. You’ll pay for damages.”
Yue Jincheng froze. The words struck a nerve. This Protected Zone—every blade of grass, every flower—belongs to Hongta Corporation.
Instinctively, he pulled back his punch.
That single moment—delayed by the threat of a shattered flowerbed—was all Zhang Yu needed.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The air shattered with impact. Around Zhang Yu, the mist coalesced into four massive, white arms—each wielding a different technique: Wuji Yunshou, Bumu Yinfa, Beilong Fanyue Hand, and the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm—each smashing toward Yue Jincheng with overwhelming force.
Meanwhile, sharp, electric currents danced at the edges, flickering like a second threat—Bai Zhenzhen, regrouping after her failed strike, now circling like a predator.
Two kids? Yue Jincheng sneered, rage boiling. You really think I’m afraid of you?
Want to hold me here? Can you even do it?
With a thunderous roar, he surged—his body exploding outward, his frame ballooning from lean to nearly 2.8 meters tall in an instant.
This was his true fighting form. His normal height had always been a disguise, a technique to conceal his identity.
Now, the full might of a university graduate’s aura erupted—crushing, overwhelming, a force of nature aimed at the two high schoolers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His fists and palms tore through the four misty arms, shattering them like glass.
But before he could recover, a streak of lightning flashed from behind—Bai Zhenzhen’s sword energy lancing toward his back.
He spun, slamming it aside.
Just as he turned, a sharp pfft echoed through the air.
A bolt of lightning erupted from Bai Zhenzhen’s mouth—flying like a needle toward Yue Jincheng’s right eye.
“Spit?” Yue Jincheng sneered. Cheap trick.
Even a college graduate like me knows how to dodge that.
Another pfft—two streams of saliva collided midair, exploding in a burst of mist.
And in that instant, Zhang Yu seized the opening.
With a surge of martial energy, he reshaped the Wuxiang Yun’gang—four massive arms once more, charging forward with renewed fury.
Though he hadn’t competed in a Martial Arts Arena in ages, his real-world combat skill now far surpassed his past self.
Especially after countless battles with Bai Zhenzhen and Yu Xinghan, he’d finally unlocked the true combat style that suited him.
At first, he’d spread Wuxiang Yun’gang across his entire body—like a heavy armor, defending every inch. But he quickly realized it wasted too much energy.
Spreading 100% of his Qi over his entire body meant only 10–20% actually took damage—while the rest was wasted.
So he tried focusing the Qi just before impact—only reinforcing the area under attack. It saved energy and improved defense.
But even that wasn’t enough. He still couldn’t fully unleash the full power of his dozens of Level 10 martial techniques.
Finally, he found the key: transform the Qi into arms.
Now, the Wuxiang Yun’gang wasn’t just defense—it was offense. Each arm could block, deflect, redirect, absorb, or even rebound force. And with them, he could unleash a vast arsenal of martial arts.
And Yue Jincheng, facing him now, realized the truth.
As a graduate of the 72 Lower Schools, Yue Jincheng had reached Peak Qi Refinement—his Dao Heart, Martial Energy, and Physical Strength all maxed out. He had mastered dozens of techniques at Level 10.
Each of his blows carried the force to send a top-tier student like Song Hailong flying.
But Zhang Yu’s four misty arms—each reacting with impossible precision—blocked, deflected, redirected, and absorbed every blow, holding firm.
Yue Jincheng felt like he was sinking into quicksand—trapped, dragged down.
But he was a university graduate. With a final, furious surge, Zhang Yu’s arms shattered—crackling into mist.
Yet as soon as they broke, Bai Zhenzhen struck again—her lightning-infused energy darting in with venomous precision, forcing him to defend.
He drove her back—only to find Zhang Yu already reforming his arms, charging forward again.
And then there was the spit—lightning-charged, unpredictable, always coming from an unexpected angle.
Meanwhile, Yue Jincheng’s own saliva did nothing against Zhang Yu’s Qi. And Bai Zhenzhen? She was a phantom—everywhere and nowhere.
For the first time, Yue Jincheng felt truly cornered.
These two kids… were hiding all this during exams?
At this level, they’d be top students even in the three elite high schools.
And they move in perfect harmony—one fast, one slow; one yin, one yang; one odd, one straight… they’re a perfect team.
Just as Yue Jincheng’s mind raced, a ripple of divine energy filled the air.
Then, glowing characters formed in midair—floating above the battlefield, surrounding Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and Yue Jincheng alike.
WARNING! WARNING! Inspection Team Enforcing Law On-Site! All Martial Energy Cease. Stop All Movements!
Far away, Si Zhouru paused mid-retreat, her expression darkening.
Too fast… the Inspection Team arrived too fast.
She sighed, shook her head, and vanished back into the shadows.
(End of Chapter)
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