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Chapter 331: Secret Weapon, Deep Cold Mana Vein
Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin was, without a doubt, the most powerful and valuable combat technique Zhang Yu currently possessed. As a Pre-Military-Grade martial art, it allowed him to carve spiritual voids within his aura, each capable of absorbing and storing his own energy. When unleashed at full strength, these voids could release their stored power in a single, devastating burst—multiplying his offensive force.
When Zhang Yu advanced Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin to Level 10, he could create ten such voids, each capable of capturing an opponent’s incoming attack and releasing it all at once—delivering ten times the force in one explosive strike.
Later, when he pushed the technique to Level 20, not only did the number of voids double, but their capacity to hold energy also increased dramatically, scaling with Zhang Yu’s growing physical endurance.
He still remembered the moment he’d clashed with Wang Yin, when Xinghuo Immortal had advised him: Different energies—palm strikes, fist blows, etc.—must be combined with specific techniques to maximize the technique’s true power.
Shortly after acquiring his Third Eye Ability, and while crafting his 55 Combat Methods, Zhang Yu had realized that this martial strategy could be seamlessly integrated into Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin, greatly enhancing his ability to counter elite opponents.
Then, once his Physical Strength Level broke through to Level 15, and his body began to merge harmoniously with his aura, a new idea struck him while working at the construction site.
Just like now—using his Third Eye Ability in tandem with Wuxiang Yun’gang to project lifelike auras, mimicking Cong Na’s movements, and channeling the very power of her recently delivered Broken Sinew Palm through the voids carved by Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin.
In Cong Na’s stunned gaze, shadowy figures of aura began to rise from behind Zhang Yu, each one executing the exact same palm strike with identical force, blocking her attacks with relentless precision.
“He’s mastered Broken Sinew Palm too? And to such a high level?”
Cong Na’s first thought was not that Zhang Yu had stolen her technique or absorbed her power—she assumed he simply possessed a mastery of the same skill at an equally advanced level.
Smirking, she exhaled sharply, and a surge of layered auras erupted from her body.
“Guess I underestimated you.”
“Then let me take this seriously.”
With a single punch, she unleashed a spiraling vortex of aura—like a massive drill—barreling toward Zhang Yu with crushing force.
This was Xingxiao Chongmai Fa, a Civil Engineering Department technique. When refined, it could pierce through mountains and tunnel deep underground with terrifying speed.
Now, as her punch struck, the air cracked and exploded with every passing wave. The aura constructs before her tore apart like paper, shredded by the relentless spiral.
But then—another figure surged forward.
Same stance. Same bent elbow. Same punch.
Boom!
A second spiral aura erupted in perfect symmetry.
The two fists collided in a thunderous clash, sending shockwaves rippling outward in all directions, tearing up the ground and whipping up violent gusts of wind.
“He knows Xingxiao Chongmai Fa too?!”
Cong Na’s mind raced—but only for an instant. Then clarity struck.
No… wait.
Her thoughts flashed back to the fight.
He absorbed my power… and then released it back?
“Brilliant… borrowing an opponent’s force and turning it against them.”
What technique is this?
There were many martial arts capable of redirecting force or reflecting attacks—but none she could recall that could both absorb her power and replicate her form with such precision.
Still, the aura construct, though faithful in form, lacked the raw endurance of her own body. After a brief stalemate, it shattered once more.
Cong Na took a deep breath, her eyes blazing with renewed battle lust.
“Never thought I’d find a genius like you among first-year students.”
“Hey! I’m talking to you.”
She grinned, seeing Zhang Yu still face down, focused on his work.
“Arrogant freshman.”
“Try this one—can you copy this?”
With a sudden shake, her forearms erupted with tiny pores. Artificial meridians channeled her Martial Dao aura, accelerating it through the openings at high speed. At the same time, her lower arms began spinning rapidly.
“Foundation Establishment Stage—mere martial skill isn’t enough.”
“A powerful technique needs the right Spirit Armor to reach its full potential.”
She knew most students couldn’t access Military-Grade techniques. Expert-Level Cultivation Techniques were the ceiling.
And so, to push beyond that limit, many Student Union members chose to enhance their techniques with Spirit Armor tailored specifically to their style.
Now, as her Xingxiao Arm activated, her next punch would be devastating.
But just as she prepared to strike, a message flashed in her Eye Armor.
Ma Xuan: Stop.
Cong Na: Why? My next punch will finish him.
Ma Xuan: It’s just a test. No need to bring out Xingxiao Arm.
Cong Na: Even without the Spirit Armor, I’d still beat him with time.
Cong Na: He’s using borrowed energy—how long can his Martial Energy sustain that?
Ma Xuan: Cong Na. This isn’t a real fight. Calm down.
Cong Na: (still arguing)
Then came the next message, and her voice froze.
Ma Xuan: That kind of fight will wear down your Xingxiao Arm casing. And how many more times can you use the impact joints before they need replacing?
Ma Xuan: This Zhang Yu is going to cost you time, effort, and money.
The mention of maintenance bills hit home.
Cong Na blinked, then let out a slow breath.
Right… sparring should be reasonable.
As her battle fever cooled, she finally admitted—Ma Xuan was right.
This guy… he’s tough.
Not just durable—but the kind who takes damage and keeps fighting, even after rebounding your attacks.
If we keep going, my Spirit Armor will be ruined.
If she’d played a game, she’d have recognized Zhang Yu as one of those annoying bosses that drain gear durability—winning is costly, because repairs are expensive.
Cong Na: So what? You want to recruit him?
Ma Xuan: If you faced someone like him in the department’s selection tournament… wouldn’t that be frustrating?
Cong Na: (eyes narrowing slightly) Annoying.
Ma Xuan: Exactly. Zhang Yu doesn’t just break spirits—he disrupts strategies. That kind of skill? A perfect distraction tool. He can tie down an opponent’s strongest fighter.
Cong Na: (chuckling) I can already picture upperclassmen trying to fight him—looking like they’ve swallowed a lemon.
Ma Xuan: And remember—he’s only been at Wanfa University for less than a year. By the time the next selection tournament rolls around, his strength will have grown even more.
Meanwhile, deep within another floor of Wanfa University City, Ma Xuan paused, silently pondering.
Absorbing and reflecting an opponent’s force through aura voids… could this be Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin?
Mastering a Pre-Military-Grade technique… even if it’s currently ranked Expert Level, that’s not something you can just buy off the shelf.
This Zhang Yu… he’s our secret weapon.
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Back at the construction site, Zhang Yu finished his work and turned to face Cong Na, raising an eyebrow.
“You stopped?”
Cong Na smiled faintly.
“Your performance was more than enough to pass the test. And I don’t like pointless fights.”
“Funny,” Zhang Yu replied with a grin, rubbing his index finger—where the Green Silk Flying Sword rested.
“Me neither.”
If she’d just combined her Spirit Armor with Xingxiao Chongmai Fa and struck, he’d have had no choice but to draw Bai Zhenzhen’s gift.
Then he asked, “So… does that mean I passed?”
As one of Wanfa University’s top students, Cong Na adjusted her mindset quickly.
“From my perspective, you’re more than qualified. Welcome to the competition team.”
“But it still needs approval from the others.”
“Add me as a friend—once they agree, I’ll add you to the group.”
After saying goodbye, Zhang Yu vanished in a flash, already racing back toward the underground tomb.
Surprisingly smooth.
Now I can compete next semester.
Just then, a message popped up in his Eye Armor.
Le Mulan: Zhang Yu… I think my Martial Energy is about to undergo a transformation.
Zhang Yu’s heart skipped a beat.
Double good news today?
Zhang Yu: Where are you? I’m coming.
Moments later, he arrived at the dorm.
Le Mulan sat cross-legged in the center, radiating an icy aura so intense that the entire room’s temperature plummeted.
She looked up.
“It’s almost here… but not quite yet.”
Zhang Yu stepped forward.
“Stay still. Let me help.”
He channeled a stream of Martial Energy into her body.
As Le Mulan absorbed it, her dantian trembled.
Then—a shockwave of cold erupted from within.
A wave of supernatural frost spread from her core, racing through her meridians.
Her blood, her Martial Energy—everything froze in place.
She felt herself slipping into a state between waking and sleep, her consciousness sinking into a deep, icy hibernation.
Time blurred.
Hours? Minutes? She couldn’t tell.
When she finally opened her eyes, her entire body—her meridians, her energy—had transformed beyond recognition.
But before she could fully process the change, she turned—only to find Zhang Yu frozen in place, rigid as stone.
“Zhang Yu… are you frozen?”
Le Mulan gasped.
Did he get caught in my energy surge? Did my transformation affect him?
(End of Chapter)
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