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Chapter 303: Zhang Yu vs. Ying Xin
The night wind swept across the 666th floor of Wanfa University City, rippling several colorful banners into a fierce flutter. Under the moonlight, Ying Xin and Zhang Yu stood facing each other, surrounded by a crowd of workers watching in silence. As their gazes locked, an invisible clash of Martial Dao Intentions filled the air, radiating a heavy, oppressive pressure.
Yu Xinghan, watching from a distant corner, stared at Ying Xin—the towering woman whose body was as solid and unyielding as granite. A quiet awe stirred within him.
“That waist… that chest… those arms… those legs… A physique forged through relentless refinement. She could probably consume a hundred tons of cement in a single night. No wonder she’s a sixth-generation Civil Engineering prodigy—raised on construction sites from birth.”
Size meant strength. Strength meant more work. More work meant more money. And more money? Naturally, more appeal.
Yu Xinghan knew this truth well. Now, he felt it too—Ying Xin exuded a kind of undeniable allure.
Without hesitation, he quietly activated the camera function of his Eye Armor, filming the scene. The lens flicked between Ying Xin and Zhang Yu, capturing every detail.
Meanwhile, Ying Xin’s sharp eyes swept over Zhang Yu. “His aura… his spirit… it feels fuller than half a month ago. He must’ve taken some vitality-boosting pills, preparing himself for this fight.”
But the thought passed in an instant. She wasn’t fazed.
Half a month ago, she had already outranked him. And in that time, she’d kept up her daily grueling training without slack. She’d never cut corners—on effort, on expenses.
But Zhang Yu? He’d skipped class for half a month, spent countless hours working, wearing down his body with reckless abandon.
“Right now, the gap between us… it’s wider than ever.”
On the sidelines, Li Xiao glanced between the two. One was a classmate and fellow cultivator he’d studied with. The other? A fellow townsman who’d once saved his life on a construction site.
Back then, Zhang Yu had pulled him from a danger zone and tossed him safely to the entrance. Without him, Li Xiao wouldn’t have survived.
Thinking of this, he felt a pang of sorrow for Zhang Yu.
“Zhang Yu… if only you’d spent more time with Ying Xin and the others. You’d have a buffer now. You wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“After he loses, I’ll bring him to meet Ying Xin again. We’ll smooth things over.”
“After all this time training together, she’ll owe me that much favor, right?”
At that moment, Tu Lishan approached, his Spirit Armor gleaming gold. “Are both of you ready?”
Ying Xin turned to him, respectful. “I’m ready, Tu Teacher. But… how exactly will the match be conducted?”
Zhang Yu tilted his head, equally curious. This was a clash between two Civil Engineering Department prodigies—far too technical to be a mere brawl like gang fights.
Tu Lishan smiled faintly, then pointed toward the scattered construction waste on the ground. “Since Zhang Yu was chosen as Model Worker for cleaning up waste, today’s contest will be based on transporting construction debris.”
“Five hours. Whoever moves more waste wins.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed. “This guy… is he trying to use this match as an excuse to make us work for free?”
Tu Lishan continued, voice grave. “Don’t underestimate the task. As your teacher, I’ll tell you this—transportation is the essence of the Dao.”
“From the moment you stepped onto the path of cultivation, the first thing you did was transport Spiritual Energy.”
“As you climb higher on the immortal path, all you do is move energy—Spirit Energy from one place to another, Martial Energy from one point to another.”
“Then blood, water, heat, electric charge… even Lingbi. As your realm advances, you transport more, farther.”
“The true nature of cultivation is transportation.”
Li Xiao’s eyes lit up. “That’s it! From day one until now, everything I’ve done—moving Spiritual Energy, Martial Energy, blood, materials… This is all transportation. The Dao is transportation!”
Yu Xinghan nodded slowly. “Makes sense. The stronger the immortal, the more they can transport—within their own body, or even storms, lightning, wind, and rain.”
“And beyond that… moving information, moving Lingbi, moving people… That’s true Dao.”
A spark of understanding flared in his mind. He adjusted his Eye Armor’s camera, focusing on Ying Xin. “I can’t move Lingbi or people yet. But… what if I move information?”
“What would the effect be?”
Fujie, watching from nearby, sighed in admiration. “Our teacher is truly gifted. In just a few words, he unveiled the core of cultivation. He’d have made a great Evil God.”
Tu Lishan resumed. “Back to today’s match. As foundational students of the Civil Engineering Department, your transportation must incorporate Immortal Dao Technology.”
“To win, you must master the flow of Qi, apply Gangqi Fluid Dynamics, manage heat dissipation during prolonged cultivation, synchronize your body’s Martial Energy, minimize wind resistance at high speeds, and use mechanics to keep your load stable—no spills, no tilts.”
“Though it seems simple, every detail reflects Immortal Dao expertise.”
“The victor will be the one who applies Civil Engineering’s Immortal Dao Technology most skillfully.”
At that moment, a holographic map projected before them, showing the 21-kilometer route from the 666th floor’s construction waste pile to the Basement Level 1 Waste Processing Plant.
Tu Lishan said, “Your goal is to transport the waste here within five hours. I’ve already coordinated with the processing plant—they’ll record both of your total weights.”
“The one with the greater total weight wins.”
“And the winner earns the right to join next month’s Field Project internship.”
He turned to them. “Any questions?”
Ying Xin replied flatly, “None.”
Zhang Yu raised his hand. “Teacher… is there pay for this?”
Tu Lishan’s expression remained neutral. “You can choose not to compete.”
Zhang Yu cursed silently. “Damn it… he must’ve made a fortune from this job.”
Then he turned to Ying Xin. “Hey, let’s make a deal. The loser pays the winner double—based on standard waste clearance rates.”
Ying Xin saw it as a gift. She accepted without hesitation.
Tu Lishan nodded. “Since both parties agree, the match begins in three minutes.”
A deafening boom echoed through the air as Ying Xin’s body erupted with sound—her muscles vibrating, her Martial Energy surging. She began her warm-up.
Zhang Yu twisted his spine, each vertebra clashing like boulders colliding.
As they warmed up, their muscles swelled, their bodies expanding like inflated giants. Within moments, both surpassed three meters in height—towering figures of raw power, ready to unleash their strength.
Three minutes later, the countdown in the Ling realm hit zero.
With a roar, Ying Xin unleashed a palm strike—her blazing Qi surged forward like a dragon, sweeping up tons of debris. She charged toward the Yuan Ci Channel at full speed.
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, summoned storm-like clouds, riding a celestial dragon of wind and Qi, dragging a massive wave of waste behind him.
Ying Xin’s Eye Armor had blocked all advertisements. Only the route, red-highlighted obstacles, and moving pedestrians remained visible.
With thunderous roars, she became a living storm—her body a force of nature, dragging mountains of waste through the air. Speed increased with every stride.
Every pulse of Qi, every trajectory of debris, every obstacle, every predicted movement of a pedestrian—everything was displayed in real-time on her visual feed.
She wasn’t sure if Tu Lishan’s speech was just a way to make them work for free. But she knew one thing: transportation was filled with Immortal Dao Technology.
Having grown up on construction sites, Ying Xin understood this deeply.
“The larger the scale, the faster the speed—the harder it gets. The technology needed rises with every level.”
“Now, I’m carrying 25 tons, moving at nearly 200 meters per second.”
“Every movement, every muscle contraction, every burst of Qi… this is the culmination of years of cultivation, countless resources, and perfected Immortal Dao techniques.”
BOOM!
The air split as Ying Xin unleashed every ounce of Qi—perfectly aligned with the pre-calculated path in her Eye Armor. She moved with flawless Martial Dao Kinetic Mechanics and Gangqi Fluid Dynamics.
Heat from her body, carried by sweat, evaporated instantly in the storm of Qi.
As her first foot struck the Yuan Ci Channel, her Dantian surged. Martial Energy instantly shifted, anchoring her feet to the channel’s surface.
Her waist twisted, transferring ton after ton of force through her muscles—her body becoming a high-strength rail, pulling the blazing Qi and debris into the channel.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
With every step, shockwaves erupted in the channel. She accelerated—faster and faster—surrounded by a storm of debris, streaking like meteors from the 666th floor all the way down to Basement Level 1.
Body strength, Qi control, wind resistance reduction, magnetic energy modulation, trajectory precision—every element was executed flawlessly.
“Zhang Yu… watch closely. This is the gap between us.”
But before she could finish the thought, a white dragon of Qi shot past her—carrying a streak of light, tearing through the air.
At the head of the dragon, Zhang Yu’s silhouette surged ahead, accelerating downward.
Ying Xin’s expression flickered.
“Zhanmo Yunshou Gong?”
“What the hell? He’s going all-out from the start?”
(End of Chapter)
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