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Chapter 350: Zhang Yu's First
“Li Xiao…” Tu Lishan gestured for Li Xiao to attack the Bunker’s outer wall.
Li Xiao surged forward, slapping his palm forward. A roaring surge of Gang Qi erupted like artillery fire, slamming into the wall with explosive force. But the wall remained utterly unscathed. Instead, Li Xiao was thrown backward by a violent recoil, stumbling several steps back, eyes wide with shock as he stared at the unyielding surface.
“What… even after all that impact, it’s still this solid?” Li Xiao muttered, stunned. “What kind of material is this?”
“This,” Tu Lishan said, pointing at the entire structure, “is Zhang Yu’s digested matter.”
He gestured toward a small, uneven patch on the inner wall. “Look here—this is Zhang Yu’s gastric ridge. The texture left behind from the intense pressure his stomach exerted during material processing. It’s his digestive signature.”
“Beyond the Gang Qi used in construction,” Tu Lishan continued, “Zhang Yu’s own body—through its internal high-temperature, high-pressure environment—repeatedly tempered the building materials.”
“He filtered out impurities, isolating only the most resilient, undigestible essence. Then, he used that refined core to forge the structure.”
“And this entire process? He sustained it for a full three hours.”
Gong Shuijin listened in silent awe. He recalled Zhang Yu’s insatiable appetite at the earlier gathering and thought to himself: This guy’s digestive capacity is even more terrifying than I imagined. How could he possibly achieve something like this?
On the other side, Li Xiao’s mind reeled. Then, horror dawned on him. “Wait… this entire Bunker… was built from Zhang Yu’s… excrement? He was constructing while… defecating for three hours?!”
…
Meanwhile, Lin Director stared at the Construction Record, watching Zhang Yu devour raw materials, expelling impurities again and again, and finally spitting out only the strongest, purest, most resilient fragments. His expression darkened with complex emotions.
The building before them wasn’t just reinforced through sheer construction power—it was fundamentally superior in material quality, surpassing every other candidate’s work.
Beside him, Director Gao of the War Faction studied the column before them with a calm voice:
“Civil Engineering’s true foundation lies in materials and technique. Without truly powerful materials, without ingenious methods, how could Kunxu’s prosperity exist today?”
“Consider this University City beneath our feet. Even if you had all the wealth in the world a thousand years ago—could you have built something like this?”
…
Li Xiao wasn’t the only one stunned. The other students watching the footage of Zhang Yu were utterly awestruck.
Ying Xin pointed out the flaw in Li Xiao’s statement:
“It wasn’t just three hours of defecation. Zhang Yu was eating, excreting, and constructing simultaneously—over three hours, elevating this Bunker to a whole new level of quality.”
Tu Lishan corrected them gently:
“Don’t use ‘defecation.’ Zhang Yu wasn’t excreting—he was transferring. He transported materials from storage into his body, then from his body to the construction site. It’s still a form of material handling.”
“Regardless,” he added, “Zhang Yu’s performance today was a complete victory—on digestion, construction, physical endurance, and professional skill.”
Li Xiao knew Tu Lishan was right. To achieve even one of these feats would be beyond him. But Zhang Yu had surpassed every student present in all of them.
Feeling the mix of awe, reverence, envy, and jealousy in the gazes around him, Zhang Yu silently activated the camera function of his Eye Armor, recording the moment.
Especially Ji Yuanchi’s pale, furious expression—he couldn’t resist taking a few extra shots.
…
On the other side, Director Gao’s words hung in the air. Lin Director of the Peace Faction snorted coldly:
“Materials, engineering—sure, they matter here. But even if neither of us built anything, wouldn’t someone else step in?”
“Yes, a thousand years ago, no one could have built this University City. But tell me—how many of the people who could have built it back then… are still alive today?”
“Technologies, materials—everything they created? It all ends up in their hands eventually.”
Director Gao’s robe flickered in the projection. “You’re stubborn. Haven’t you seen today’s battle? Zhang Yu won through sheer, brute force—directly overpowering Ji Yuanchi.”
“Brute force?” Lin Director smiled faintly. “Old Gao, you’re not that old—but your mind is ancient. Listen to the students.”
…
A student from the Foundation Establishment Class spoke:
“Zhang Yu beat Ji Yuanchi this time, but he didn’t spend a single coin. It just… doesn’t feel solid. Not real strength.”
Another added:
“Zhang Yu may lack depth, but he won. He might even take first place in the class.”
Lin Director turned to him. “Hear that? Money is the true strength. Your outdated ideals will only get you left behind.”
Director Gao scoffed. “No matter how much you argue, the result stands—Zhang Yu won.”
At that moment, both paused.
The final grades and Comprehensive Scores had been calculated.
With their high-level access, both Directors saw the results instantly.
Lin Director’s expression stiffened slightly. Director Gao, however, smiled wider.
“Ji Yuanchi might not have lost if he’d focused solely on his major. But he chose to dabble in Finance—risked his Qi Yun—and lost anyway. He lost more.”
“Just like you—what happens when you lose? Have you thought about that?”
Lin Director remained silent. His Ling Projection dissolved without a word.
Director Gao watched the fading light where it had been. Coldness burned in his eyes—but after a moment, it eased.
Then he turned toward Zhang Yu, smiling slightly.
“Everyone underestimated you. And yet… you turned out to be the most promising.”
He hadn’t expected much from Zhang Yu and Ji Yuanchi’s rivalry. But the result had surprised him.
“Time to increase the investment in Zhang Yu.”
“Just as promised—make him my Named Disciple.”
“And Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power…”
His thoughts drifted to Gong Shuijin.
Originally, the War Faction had intended to groom Gong Shuijin as the next heir to the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
But now, Zhang Yu’s performance had utterly eclipsed him.
“So… replace Gong Shuijin with Zhang Yu.”
“Push him a little harder. See if he can snatch that Military Permit.”
…
Outside the Examination Hall, with the test officially over and the area cleared, the medical team rushed in.
They moved with precision—finding the bodies, setting up barriers, and immediately beginning treatment while projecting ads.
“Still afraid of losing control?”
“Still worried about dying from overtime, ruining your career?”
“Want to gamble your life in a crucial exam—give it everything, leave no regrets?”
“Renxin Medical. Let you die when you want. Full freedom of death.”
As the medics began excavating the Bunker, pulling out Ji Yuanchi’s corpse for revival, students stared in shock.
One student glanced at the ad and whispered, “That’s… expensive.”
Another muttered, “Ji Yuanchi actually called in the death team? He’s loaded!”
A third looked at the revived corpse, awed. “No wonder he’s rich. His resurrection looks so cool. Truly majestic.”
Ji Yuanchi, now a Ling Projection, watched it all unfold.
His original plan had been simple: win first place, have the medics arrive, dig him up in front of everyone—revive in a dramatic, heroic fashion. At that moment, the people would follow him. Qi Yun would surge uncontrollably.
But now… everything had gone wrong.
His body, dug up from the ground, felt like nothing more than a stepping stone—trampled under Zhang Yu’s feet.
Because now, students were beginning to realize the truth behind his death.
Ying Xin stared at the corpse, stunned.
“Ji Yuanchi… he used a Human Sacrifice? Risked his life? Zhang Yu didn’t just beat him—he beat him in life?”
She calculated rapidly in her mind.
“Before the exam, Ji Yuanchi had a higher Comprehensive Score. But given the gap in this test… Zhang Yu might have surpassed him.”
Gong Shuijin, watching Zhang Yu, was equally shaken.
“Ji Yuanchi sacrificed a life… and still lost to Zhang Yu? I wonder—after the final scores, will Zhang Yu’s ranking finally overtake Ji Yuanchi’s?”
Where Tu Lishan’s earlier analysis had shown Zhang Yu’s strength, now, with Ji Yuanchi’s corpse exposed, the students felt it in their bones—Zhang Yu wasn’t just strong. He was terrifying.
Then, a spark of electricity flashed across Ji Yuanchi’s body. His heartbeat returned. Blood began flowing again. His brain rebooted.
Finally, his soul was reconnected to his corpse.
The lead doctor smiled.
“Mr. Ji, welcome back.”
“We’ll now assess your Consciousness recovery—”
But Ji Yuanchi didn’t listen.
As soon as his mind returned, he felt the Qi Yun in his mind surge violently—like boiling magma, threatening to burst out of his body.
He barely managed to suppress it with a Copper Coin Spirit Artifact.
His face darkened.
He knew—once the final Comprehensive Scores and rankings updated tonight, if he ranked below Zhang Yu, the Qi Yun backlash would be unbearable.
…
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu turned to Yu Xinghan beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Xinghan… what’s wrong?”
Yu Xinghan looked at him, voice trembling.
“Zhang Yu… I… I’m so damn proud of you.”
(End of Chapter)
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