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Chapter 233: Zhang Yu vs. Ye Lingshao
Zhang Yu and Ye Lingshao stood atop two elevated platforms, each about five or six meters high, separated by dozens of meters. Beneath them, and swirling through the air around the perimeter, faint traces of divine energy shimmered, weaving into intricate runes that formed a vast formation. As the array activated, perilous conditions began to manifest on the platforms—environmental hazards designed to test and weaken both combatants.
A Binding Dragon Chain stretched taut between the two platforms, its ends gripped firmly by Zhang Yu and Ye Lingshao.
Ye Lingshao took a deep breath, every muscle and fiber of his body now finely tuned to peak performance—like a rocket fully fueled and ready to launch. His mind was set: he would unleash everything from the very start.
He ran his tongue over the Fenshen Ling (Daojie Sustained-Release Capsule) hidden in his mouth. Once the exam began, he planned to bite through the capsule’s shell and swallow it whole.
Staring across at Zhang Yu, Ye Lingshao’s eyes burned with battle lust. I’ll hit him hard from the first moment. No hesitation.
From the results of the first two rounds, his physical strength is roughly on par with mine. But he’s still lacking in mastery—probably due to his Dao Heart, or insufficient cultivation time. That much is clear.
He recalled Zhang Yu’s clumsy performance in the previous Foundation Establishment Exam, submerged in Xuanming Heavy Water. That memory only solidified his confidence.
His strength has only recently caught up to mine. That’s why he lacks control. The best strategy? Hit him with full force right away—use my superior physical mastery to overwhelm him before he can adapt.
If we let the environment wear us down, my edge in control will fade. But if I strike first, I can crush him before he even has a chance to recover.
Feeling the capsule’s presence in his mouth, Ye Lingshao thought: Good. These past three months haven’t been wasted. My initial burst will be enough to finish him.
Just as he committed to his plan, a countdown appeared midair.
3!
At the sight of the number, Zhang Yu on the opposite platform instantly tensed every muscle. His hands clamped down on the Binding Dragon Chain with iron grip.
This fight… I must drag it out.
My control isn’t as refined as his. If we clash head-on, the outcome is uncertain.
My only chance lies in Chunqiu Wujin Chan’s massive toxin burst—overwhelming him with raw, unrelenting force.
Even if he has the same technique, he lacks the High School Saint Body. His toxin output will be nothing compared to mine.
He felt the “Chan” character within him—still absorbing toxins, still growing stronger.
The longer I wait, the more toxins I’ll gather. The more power I’ll store. When I finally unleash it, I’ll surpass him in sheer force.
So… keep it going. Keep delaying. Only when I can no longer endure will I trigger the release.
Zhang Yu glanced at the Chain Law Diagram, at the High School Saint Body symbol. But he didn’t switch it to Martial Dao Holy Embryo.
Instead, he let the High School Saint Body continue using its Peak Qi Refinement capabilities—absorbing more medicinal energy, storing more poison.
Every extra second I gain… means more power when I strike. More chance to win this exam.
As his mind raced through these thoughts, the countdown changed again.
2!
Ye Lingshao suddenly bit through the capsule’s shell and swallowed it whole. Instantly, a surge of cool energy exploded through his body, racing up to his crown.
Zhang Yu inhaled sharply—his muscles erupted. His body swelled, stretching to a towering 2.8 meters—now a colossal giant.
1!
ROAR!
With a thunderous shout, Zhang Yu twisted his entire frame into a coiled force, like explosives detonating. The Binding Dragon Chain snapped taut in his grip—and with a violent lurch, he yanked it toward himself.
On the other platform, Ye Lingshao froze.
For a split second, he was stunned—his mind caught between two conflicting instincts. One urged him to activate Ruyi Linglong Bone. The other screamed to unleash Datianlong Shenli.
His body pulsed—expanding, contracting. Techniques clashed within him, fighting for dominance.
Something’s wrong with the Fenshen Ling… Did I take it too soon after the last dose?
Three meters from the edge. The high platform’s edge loomed like a cliff’s edge beneath a collapsing sky. The word “failure” crashed down on him like a collapsing universe.
No… I can’t lose.
In that fleeting instant, memories flooded his mind.
He saw his fallen brothers and sisters. He heard the ancient edicts of the Ye family, passed down through generations.
“People are born with different talents. Wasting resources on the mediocre is foolish. Better to abandon them and nurture only the strongest of each generation.”
That was what the clan chief had told him before he entered high school.
“Talent sets the ceiling for every member. To find those with exceptional gifts, the simplest method is to produce many.”
“Remember the company’s gacha game, Lingshao? Like pulling rare character cards—keep pulling, and eventually, you’ll get the best one.”
“The same goes for offspring. Keep breeding, and eventually, you’ll get the gifted. That’s how heaven works.”
The chief had placed a hand on his head, smiling.
“So our family produces over ten thousand children per generation. Only a handful become true bloodline inheritors. Step by step, combined with the latest Immortal Dao Technology, we forge our Perfect Bloodline.”
“But I’ve refined the system further.”
“Some offspring may not be exceptionally gifted overall—but their bodies have unique advantages. Some are born with long limbs. Others with naturally strong hearts. Some with incredibly resilient meridians. You’ve seen it among your siblings—same blood, yet different strengths.”
“You, Lingshao, are already among the top in your generation. You’re the best among ten thousand.”
“That’s why you bear the name Ye.”
“But when you merge the best traits from your brothers, sisters, and cousins—their superior gifts—then you will become the strongest generation of the Ye family.”
“Work together. Stay united. Do you understand?”
On the platform, as Zhang Yu dragged him toward the edge, something shifted.
The pressure of the crisis. The weight of memory. The conflicting voices in his mind—suddenly, they didn’t fight. They aligned.
They roared in unison.
“We are the best!”
“How can we lose?”
“If we lose, we disgrace the Perfect Bloodline!”
“How will we sell our new technology?”
“How much money will we lose? How will we afford college? How will we compete with the elite?”
“Who dares take our profits? We’ll make them pay—with their life!”
With that unified will, Ye Lingshao’s body ignited.
He slammed his foot into the platform. Muscles bulged, skin rippled—dragon-like scales forming across his flesh.
Ruyi Linglong Bone and Datianlong Shenli activated simultaneously.
Then, with flawless coordination, a cascade of martial techniques erupted—Chunqiu Wujin Chan’s toxin surge, Xiangmo Chanjin Bian’s relentless fascia expansion.
Ye Lingshao’s body snapped into place—stabilized at the edge.
CRACK!
The Binding Dragon Chain snapped taut in midair, vibrating with explosive force.
And in his mind, the two voices screamed in unison.
“We are the strongest!”
“We will not fall!”
Ye Lingshao felt his body torn between two selves—yet guided by one will. With each technique unleashed, his strength surged beyond Zhang Yu’s.
For the first time, the tide turned.
THUD!
Ye Lingshao took a step back—Zhang Yu was dragged forward.
Step by step, Zhang Yu was pulled toward the edge.
Then, the air suddenly grew scorching.
The formation shifted—heat flooded the arena.
Air blistered. Each breath seared their lungs. Skin burned under the relentless heat.
Both men stopped breathing. Zhang Yu activated the cold form of the Ice-Fire Body Refining Great Method. Ye Lingshao activated the Body-Protection Technique, enveloping himself in a thick layer of keratin to block the heat.
After a moment, Ye Lingshao gritted his teeth—then pulled again.
The chain snapped taut. Zhang Yu was dragged two more steps. Only five steps remained from the edge.
Then—another shift.
The heat vanished.
Instead, gravity surged.
They felt as though a mountain had been dropped onto their backs.
Internal organs strained. Both men activated their internal organs’ power to resist.
After adjusting, Ye Lingshao pulled once more—another two steps. Only three left.
Then came the next change.
Pressure.
The atmosphere grew impossibly dense—like being plunged into the crushing depths of a thousand-meter ocean.
The sudden shift crushed their bodies. Blood burst from their eyes, ears, and nostrils. Eardrums ruptured.
They fought to balance internal pressure.
But Ye Lingshao didn’t stop.
He pulled again.
Two more steps.
Only one step remained.
No more waiting.
Zhang Yu focused on the Chain Law Diagram. Two seconds. He switched from High School Saint Body to Martial Dao Holy Embryo.
Instantly, a regenerative force surged through his body. The crushing pressure felt less oppressive.
But in those two seconds, the environment changed once more.
The pressure vanished.
In its place—acidic mist poured from nowhere, swirling toward them.
(End of Chapter)
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