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Chapter 259: Starfire's Teaching, Battle in the Nine Heavens
(Thank you to 'Zhen Zao Qing Hupo Zhu' for the alliance patronage gift)
Wang Yin’s Qingtian Shi strike was the most devastating move in the Qingshi Haoquan arsenal.
Its true mastery lay in its ability to use one’s own Martial Energy to trigger violent resonance within the opponent’s body, setting their internal energy into chaotic oscillation—inflicting damage from both inside and out.
To attack an enemy using their own energy against them…
Not only was the power overwhelming, but it was nearly impossible to defend against—especially effective at shattering even the most resilient, hardened techniques.
Yet Wang Yin had refrained from using Qingtian Shi until now—only for one reason.
“Can’t kill him.”
“Kill him, and how do we sell him at a high price?”
“Break him too badly, and the medical costs eat into our profits.”
While Zhang Yu was locked in battle, mind and soul entirely consumed by the fight, Wang Yin saw nothing but a job.
This entire confrontation was just another transaction—his decisions guided not by combat strategy, but by profit margins.
After all, to him, this battle was already won.
“Victory was never in doubt. The real goal was to win with flair—maximize publicity, maximize profit.”
“Now that he’s without his cultivation techniques, Qingtian Shi won’t reach its full power. But it’s still perfect for finishing off Zhang Yu.”
Wang Yin unleashed his fist—pulsing with surging spiritual force, a maelstrom of battle aura—slamming directly into Zhang Yu’s chest.
With a deafening crack, the air shattered around them. The ground beneath their feet collapsed like stone beneath a mountain’s weight, buckling under the sheer force of impact.
Wang Yin watched, coldly, as his fist sank into Zhang Yu’s pectoral muscles, ribs, and internal organs—each blow driving the flesh deeper into the body.
A flicker of surprise crossed his mind.
“This guy… he’s attacking but not defending at all? Just letting me hit him?”
Then, the violent spiritual force of Qingtian Shi exploded through Zhang Yu’s chest, tearing through his body like a storm, crushing every bone, every organ, every fiber.
But Wang Yin’s expression froze.
Zhang Yu’s body… was empty.
No trace of Martial Energy remained to resist.
No Martial Energy meant Qingtian Shi couldn’t trigger resonance.
No resonance meant it couldn’t reach its full destructive potential.
“He knows the secret of Qingtian Shi… so he didn’t even bother defending. Not a single drop of energy left.”
“Hmph. Starfire’s old fool must’ve told him.”
In a storm of explosions, blood mist burst from Zhang Yu’s body with every impact.
“Even without full power, this one blow should cripple you.” Wang Yin sneered inwardly.
“But that reckless gamble of yours? It won’t touch me.”
“What?!”
Just as Qingtian Shi struck home, a thick, milky-white mist suddenly appeared before Wang Yin—Wuxiang Yun'gang.
But how?
How could Wuxiang Yun'gang pierce through the blood shadow and reach him?
An instant later, a hand shot through the blood mist—ripping through the veil like a blade through fog—reaching straight for Wang Yin’s face.
Behind it stood Zhang Yu’s cold, unblinking gaze.
“Got you.”
Wang Yin stared in disbelief.
Just ninety minutes ago, without Bai Zhenzhen’s help, Zhang Yu had been utterly helpless against his Youming Blood Shadow Shield.
And now… he had shattered it in an instant.
“When?” Wang Yin’s mind reeled. “How could he break through my shield with that move?”
The reason was simple:
Zhang Yu’s Wuxiang Yun'gang had erupted so violently, so completely, that it obscured his movements in a swirling storm of mist—blinding Wang Yin’s perception, hiding the true mechanics of the technique.
Or perhaps… from the very start, Wang Yin had never truly taken Zhang Yu seriously.
But now—in the exact moment Wang Yin unleashed Qingtian Shi—
Zhang Yu had unleashed his full power.
Using his 11th-level Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin, he released eleven consecutive strikes in one breath—drawing from the spiritual energy stored in his Gangqi Kongqiao.
And once more, Xinghuo Immortal’s voice echoed in his mind:
> “A forceful palm strike must be driven by palm technique.”
"To pull and redirect, the best method is grappling."
> “But if you push with a single palm, dragging force is built in—how can that maximize power?”
> “Your Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin can store power—but to unleash its full potential, form must match force. You must shape your spiritual energy into the ideal form for each kind of attack.”
Memories of his training flooded Zhang Yu’s mind—dozens of past moments, his body moving through forms, his spirit refining every motion.
Under extreme pressure, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique surged into overdrive.
His mind cleared, sharpened, utterly focused—guiding every muscle, every pulse of energy, every detail of the next strike with flawless precision.
With a roar of Wuxiang Yun'gang, the storm of mist exploded.
The eleven spirit forms surged forward—each a perfect manifestation of his technique—a mix of palm strikes, punches, grappling, and embraces, all converging on the Youming Blood Shadow Shield.
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Zhang Yu remembered Xinghuo Immortal’s lesson:
> “One move with multiple strikes… must be coordinated.”
> “Imagine three men attacking a giant. Would it be stronger if all three struck with the same move—‘Black Tiger Prying Heart’—all at once?”
> “Or if one pushed, one yanked the head, one tripped the leg?”
> “Multiple strikes, different techniques—only when they work together can true devastation be achieved.”
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On the battlefield, the eleven spirit forms exploded into action.
The first two—on the left and right—charged forward, their forms wrapped in Wuxiang Yun'gang, their palms shaped into the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm, delivering Zhang Yu’s full power into the shield.
As the blood shadows split and spread to the sides, the center thinned.
Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed.
“Starfire was right.”
“The Youming Blood Shadow Shield is powered by a basic spirit—a simple, reactive AI. It only defends where it’s attacked.”
“And Wang Yin, having destroyed his cultivation, can’t control it properly. That gives me the chance to create a flaw.”
“First, draw the shadows to the sides… then—”
The remaining nine spirit forms struck the center simultaneously.
One slammed a palm into the shield, creating a gap.
Another used grappling to sever the shadow’s support.
One exploited momentum, striking so hard that the following shadows collided.
Another punched with a tremor, widening the crack even further.
Nine strikes. Nine different techniques.
Like nine Zhang Yus, each with all their strength, chipping, propping, hauling stone—carving a narrow but unbreakable path through a solid rock wall.
When the eleven spirit forms finally detonated and faded, Zhang Yu’s hand had already pierced through the Youming Blood Shadow Shield—sliding through the brief opening—
and seized Wang Yin’s face with his own twelfth strike.
Zhang Yu’s full power.
Boom!
Wang Yin’s head snapped back as if struck by a cannon.
“Impressive…”
Even as his skull reeled, a flicker of admiration crossed Wang Yin’s face.
“You knew you couldn’t outlast me. You knew the longer the fight, the lower your chance. So you threw caution to the wind—went all-in on this suicide strike.”
“And you actually cracked my shield.”
“Zhang Yu… even if you bare your teeth at me, even if you try to bite back—I have to admit.”
“You’re a damn good dog.”
Then, Wang Yin’s lips curled into a cold smirk.
He had already endured Zhang Yu’s twelfth strike—had forced his head back up, slowly, steadily.
“No matter how many tricks you pull… you can’t break my Skin Spirit Armor.”
“This is the difference between true strength and illusion.”
With his other hand, he clenched into a fist—preparing to unleash his second Qingtian Shi.
This one would end it.
This one would render Zhang Yu powerless.
“It’s over…”
But then—Wang Yin’s face twisted.
He felt it.
The residual energy of his Qingtian Shi—the lingering punches, the spiraling aura—was being sucked into a void.
Like a black hole, it vanished—drawn into Zhang Yu’s body, then channeled outward, into the Wuxiang Yun'gang void.
The Thirteenth Strike!
Qingtian Shi!
This was the unique ability of Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin at level 10—to absorb an opponent’s attack, store it in the spiritual void, then unleash it back with amplified force.
The strength of the absorption depended entirely on Zhang Yu’s own cultivation.
The stronger he became, the more power he could reclaim.
“What?!”
Wang Yin’s face froze.
He felt the familiar surge of spiritual force—his own Qingtian Shi—ripping through his body.
And worse—his Martial Energy began to resonate, to vibrate—just like in the technique’s core mechanism.
“Qingtian Shi?! How could he know Qingshi Haoquan?!”
“No… it’s not that. It’s a technique that steals and returns attacks—something that absorbs and redirects force!”
“To this level… could it be a military-grade technique?”
He had no time to think.
He immediately activated his inner cultivation to suppress the chaos in his body.
But in that moment, Zhang Yu slipped through—just before the Youming Blood Shadow Shield sealed shut.
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Zhang Yu’s mind replayed Xinghuo Immortal’s words:
> “The Youming Blood Shadow Shield has a defensive range. It’s like a glass dome—it protects Wang Yin, but not glued to his skin. Otherwise, it’d interfere with daily movement.”
> “So… if you create an opening, and get inside, close to his body… the shield becomes useless.”
He concluded:
“Remember this—every artifact has a flaw. But our bodies and wills can be forged, shaped, adapted—far surpassing any tool.”
Back then, lying on the operating table, Zhang Yu had thought:
“Is it really just because we’re too poor to afford anything better… that we have to rely on ourselves?”
(End of Chapter)
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