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Chapter 256: The Great Battle Against Wang Zong (Please Support with Monthly Tickets)
At the battlefield’s perimeter, Chi He stood alongside newly arrived employees from the Luzhou Group. He noticed that, beyond their position, the entire outer ring of the battlefield was now being steadily surrounded by more and more Luzhou Group personnel.
Chi He thought to himself: Zhang Yu is completely trapped now—no way to escape. But… He glanced into the center of the arena, where Zhang Yu was utterly overwhelmed by Wang Yin, left with no chance to fight back. With Wang Zong personally involved, Zhang Yu had no chance from the start.
Just then, a company employee beside him stepped forward eagerly. “Master Chi, should we go assist Wang Zong?”
Chi He shot him a cold glance and snorted. “With your level? You’d just be delivering fresh meat to Zhang Yu.”
“Besides, Wang Zong is currently live-streaming this moment—showcasing Zhang Yu as a specimen. Without his permission… who dares interfere?”
…
Boom!
Wang Yin unleashed another punch, the ground exploding into a massive crater. Zhang Yu’s body burst open in a spray of blood, yet he didn’t falter. Shaking off the blood mist like nothing, he charged forward again with relentless speed.
Watching Zhang Yu absorb dozens of Lingyong Shi strikes with apparent ease—still standing strong, full of vitality—Wang Yin’s expression flickered with surprise.
“After taking so many blows… he still has this kind of stamina?”
Then, a smile crept across Wang Yin’s face. “Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!”
“The better you perform in my video, the higher the bids you’ll attract.”
Meanwhile, deep within Zhang Yu’s body, his blood surged and martial energy whirled uncontrollably. He kept summoning protective body techniques one after another, while pushing the Wuxiang Yun’gang to its absolute limit to resist the explosive spirit energy attacks.
Even so, each impact left faint tremors in his flesh and bones—tiny fractures forming with every strike. Fortunately, the self-healing effects of the Martial Dao Holy Embryo continuously repaired the damage, allowing him to endure this far.
Yet Zhang Yu knew he couldn’t keep this up forever.
“This guy monopolizes over 70% of the martial energy. My Qi Hai Linggen can’t regenerate enough energy to match the rate Wuxiang Yun’gang is consuming.”
“If we keep this stalemate, he’ll wear me down to death…”
Realizing the truth, Zhang Yu narrowed his brows. “So that’s his plan—to exhaust me slowly.”
“He wants me alive, huh?”
“I wonder how much backup Deng Bingding promised?”
“If things get worse… I’ll have no choice but to use that technique.”
Zhang Yu braced his hands over his head, absorbing Wang Yin’s next long-range punch. Then, with a sudden burst, he launched himself forward—once again charging into the storm.
Each time he surged forward, he was blasted back, his body now a mangled mess of blood and torn flesh.
The battlefield was a wasteland—crumbling ruins, walls shattered, ground riddled with craters. The abandoned factory had been completely torn apart, as if plowed by a giant beast.
As Zhang Yu’s movements began to slow, Wang Yin mused: “This is nearly over.”
With the pressure mounting, Zhang Yu’s resistance grew ever weaker. But his spirit remained unbroken. On the contrary, the more he was pushed, the fiercer his will became—fueled by the lingering power of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique.
In his mind, the image of the white ox roared again and again. Its broken horn flashed with icy light, and its white back was smeared crimson, as if bleeding from every pore.
Facing such a formidable opponent, Zhang Yu, under crushing pressure, pushed the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique to a level it had never reached before.
As he felt the last of his martial energy and strength ebbing, Zhang Yu gritted his teeth.
“There’s no perfect opening… but I have no choice. I’ll have to go all in.”
At that moment, he began activating the Pre-Military Grade Technique: Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin.
But just then—crack!
A sharp, crackling sound split the air. A bolt of lightning shot forth like a blade cleaving the night sky, streaking straight toward Wang Yin’s back.
Zhang Yu’s heart leapt. “A Zhen!”
There she was—Bai Zhenzhen, her wounds fully healed, wielding the Yuan Ci Zhen Dong Jian, her battle aura blazing. She drove the sword forward with a speed that defied sight, aiming straight for Wang Yin’s skull.
The Yuan Ci Zhen Dong Jian had been delivered by Deng Bingding as a last-minute reinforcement, handed to Bai Zhenzhen the moment she left the operating room.
Now, charged with thunderous martial energy, the blade moved at blinding speed—like a streak of light. Its edge vibrated at tens of thousands of cycles per second, tearing through the air with a deafening crack that split the sky open.
But then—thud!—the blade struck the Mingyou Xueying Zhao. The first layer of blood shadows caught it mid-flight, blocking it just 12 inches from Wang Yin’s head.
Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes narrowed. She instantly withdrew, flipping back—just in time to avoid Wang Yin’s incoming punch, which exploded with shockwaves that rippled across the ground.
The punch missed. Yet Wang Yin let out a long, triumphant laugh.
“Finally! Now I can deal with both of you at once.”
His Extreme Dao Fist Intent locked onto Bai Zhenzhen. With a roar, he fired another punch.
“A Zhen!” Zhang Yu shouted, instantly stepping in front of her. With Wuxiang Yun’gang surging, he absorbed the blow—his body trembling under the impact.
Bai Zhenzhen called out, “Yu! We’ll break him in fifteen strikes!”
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up. He knew—after refinement, Bai Zhenzhen’s Wan Jian Wu Zhong Jue grew faster with each move. By the fifteenth strike, it could break the sound barrier.
“She’s going to use the fifteenth strike to create an opening… to shatter Wang Yin’s Yinming Blood Shadow Shield.”
Zhang Yu nodded. “Got it.”
In that instant, the two of them charged forward together, meeting Wang Yin head-on.
Bai Zhenzhen unleashed the Wan Jian Wu Zhong Jue, each strike faster than the last. But because she focused solely on offense, her defense was nonexistent. Even as she blurred across the battlefield, her speed couldn’t fully evade Wang Yin’s spirit energy intent.
Yet Zhang Yu was there—always shielding her, intercepting the explosions meant to tear her apart.
In a flash of lightning, Bai Zhenzhen reached the fifteenth strike. The air around her crackled with thunderous martial energy, forming an electric field that further accelerated her.
With a sudden whoosh, she shot forward—her body blazing with electric light. The sword tore through the air, her entire body pouring every ounce of energy into the vibrating blade.
Only then, as the sword pierced the Yinming Blood Shadow Shield, did the thunderous roar of her strike reach Wang Yin’s ears.
That strike had been faster than sound.
Bai Zhenzhen watched as the blade ripped through the first layer of blood shadows. A spark of triumph flared in her heart.
“It’s true—those blood shadows take time to reposition and react. The faster the attack, the less time they have to respond.”
“To break this shield, you have to strike before it can react. One sudden, overwhelming thrust—straight through.”
But she also felt it—the blade still couldn’t fully penetrate the shield.
She had expected this. Her mind flashed back to the doctor’s warning.
…
“This Jiaolong Lingqi was originally designed for Foundation Establishment cultivators—spirit armor for the early stage.”
“With your Peak Qi Refinement cultivation, you can only activate it three times at most.”
“Each use damages your meridians, tears your muscles. After the third strike, your body will begin to collapse.”
“If you exceed three uses, recovery will cost millions—far beyond the 3 million insurance cap Zheng Shen set for this mission.”
…
With a shudder, Bai Zhenzhen’s spine snapped forward. The Jiaolong Lingqi inside her ignited—drawing power from her tendons, forcibly amplifying her physical strength beyond the limits of Peak Qi Refinement.
Shriek!
The sword surged forward again—accelerating violently. Now, only 8 inches separated it from Wang Yin’s forehead.
Wang Yin sneered coldly. “A mere Qi Refinement cultivator… how could you possibly break my—”
But then—roar!—Bai Zhenzhen let out a primal scream. A terrifying pressure exploded from her body.
…
Bearded Doctor, still operating, explained: “The Jiaolong Lingqi contains a dragon Dao Art—called the Longwei Spell.”
“Once activated, it can shatter the mind. Within a hundred meters, any cultivator below Dao Heart Level 20 will be unable to maintain their cultivation techniques…”
…
The Longwei Spell struck Wang Yin like a hammer. His vision blurred. For a moment, he felt as if he’d lost consciousness. His internal cultivation method stuttered and died mid-flow. His Extreme Dao Fist Intent vanished—his monopoly over spirit energy shattered.
“Damn it!” Wang Yin clutched his head, but his mind remained calm. He knew—even if a Qi Refinement cultivator struggled, they couldn’t possibly break the blood shield.
But Bai Zhenzhen knew that too.
So in the next instant, Zhang Yu surged forward—surging with a surge of turbulent gang qi—positioning himself behind her.
Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin!
This front-line military-grade martial art was pure combat. Once mastered, it allowed one to carve empty spaces within the gang qi, storing energy for explosive release during battle. Each level unlocked another space—adding another stored strike. At level 10 or 20, the power became divine.
Zhang Yu had only trained it to level 5—too little time, too little cultivation. But even so, it was enough to unleash devastating power.
During the fight, he had already stored five full strikes within the Wuxiang Yun’gang empty space—keeping them hidden, waiting for the final moment.
Now, he slammed his palm onto the hilt of the Yuan Ci Zhen Dong Jian.
In that instant—roar!—the air trembled. A series of dragon and elephant roars echoed through the battlefield. The atmosphere itself seemed to compress, as if about to turn solid.
Zhang Yu’s palm strike, combined with the five stored strikes within Wuxiang Yun’gang, unleashed six attacks in a single, overwhelming burst.
The world exploded.
Gale-force winds tore through the air. Dust and debris flew in all directions.
With that earth-shattering strike, the two of them—sword and man—propelled the Yinming Blood Shadow Shield and Wang Yin backward in a storm of dust and fire, rolling across the battlefield like a roaring earth dragon.
The landscape blurred past in a streak as the three figures were flung through the air.
The Yuan Ci Zhen Dong Jian pierced through the first layer of blood shadows—now just half an inch from Wang Yin’s forehead.
Roar! Bai Zhenzhen roared again. The Jiaolong Lingqi tore at her muscles, as if her body were about to split apart. She poured every ounce of strength into the blade.
Zhang Yu gritted his teeth, gripping the hilt’s base. His muscles twisted, his body entering overload. Chunqiu Wujin Chan’s “Zen” character activated—and together with Bai Zhenzhen, they pushed the sword forward inch by inch toward Wang Yin’s brow.
Wang Yin’s eyes widened—fury and shock flashing across his face.
“You dare?!”
Bai Zhenzhen screamed, “Only the ones who eat can rise above others! That’s what you taught me!”
Shriek!
The blade’s tip pressed firmly against Wang Yin’s forehead.
Zhang Yu roared, “If you’re gonna eat… eat the fattest one!”
“Today, you’re the main course!”
“This… is Kunxu!”
With a final, soul-shattering shout, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique reached its peak. In Zhang Yu’s mind, the image of the wounded ox let out a deafening bellow. Blood dripped from its wounds—forming words across its back.
Boom!
The sword struck.
The Yuan Ci Zhen Dong Jian shattered to pieces.
Wang Yin stared at them, cold and unmoving. “My skin spirit armor… was taken from a Foundation Establishment cultivator at Physical Strength Level 20.”
“You truly believe breaking the Yinming Blood Shadow Shield means you can harm me?”
“Who among you dares to eat me?!”
(End of Chapter)
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