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Chapter 375: The Relentless Genius Zhang Yu
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Above the competition arena, countless projections from the Ling Realm materialized—existing in a state imperceptible to the students, yet standing upon emptiness, observing the events unfolding beneath them.
These Ling Realm projections were none other than Director Gao of the Civil Engineering Department, Director Lin, and numerous other faculty members and professors. Though their physical forms remained scattered across various tasks—some even far beyond the bounds of University City—each had now diverted a fragment of their consciousness to monitor the outcome of this crucial contest.
Even the Lingyue Immortal, who had just finished addressing the crowd on stage, had descended a Ling Realm projection here, allowing for seamless communication with his peers.
Yet, despite their separate stances, these projections subtly divided into three factions—War Faction, Peace Faction, and the Neutral faction.
And as Tu Lishan observed the Neutral faction subtly shifting toward the Peace Faction’s side, his brow furrowed unconsciously.
“Fickle cowards,” he thought bitterly. “When the projects were handed over, they were as obedient as dogs. Now that Finance Department’s approved more loans, they’re already slinking to the other side.”
He glanced down at the arena, musing: “If the Peace Faction wins this round, more neutral faculty and students will likely follow suit.”
His Eye Armor flickered, displaying the stock interface. “In that case, the share price will plummet. Should I sell now?”
But then he glanced at Director Gao beside him. He knew that any move he made would be instantly noticed.
So he stayed silent.
“Besides… it’s not certain we’ll lose.”
“Mo Ejin has a very high chance of taking first place. Director Gao has already poured nearly all his resources into cultivating him.”
“Even if we fall behind in other rankings, it won’t matter much—only the department champion earns the right to represent the school in inter-school competitions.”
Tu Lishan understood that inter-university leagues offered far greater Comprehensive Score gains. That was precisely how Mo Ejin could quickly outpace his rivals and claim the top spot in the department.
Meanwhile, other teachers were already voicing their observations.
“Mo Ejin’s mastery of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power grows ever more refined.”
“I still think Xuan Liangtian’s mountain-moving technique is deeper, and he completed it faster.”
“Hmm… Is that a Second Year student? Already this strong at this level?”
Tu Lishan turned toward the direction the teacher was pointing—and saw Zhang Yu charging headfirst into the Gravity Field.
...
A low growl escaped Zhang Yu’s lips as his Martial Energy surged through his body. His muscles bulged, veins standing out like ropes beneath his skin. His body temperature skyrocketed, steam rising off him in thick waves, his skin turning a deep crimson.
With the activation of Zhanmo Yunshou Gong, his Physical Strength Level surged instantly by 0.5 levels—climbing past the 17-level threshold.
But this was only the beginning.
Today, Zhang Yu had resolved to unleash the full power of the 20th Level Zhanmo Yunshou Gong.
“After all, I’ve been cultivating this technique for over a year now. Reaching the 20th Level is no longer impossible.”
Before making this decision, he had already checked the Ling Realm Network. There were indeed individuals who had achieved the 20th Level within a single year—Wanfa University alone had seen several such feats in the past two decades, even among those who hadn’t dedicated themselves fully to this technique.
“Given my proven talent, revealing my 20th Level mastery now isn’t unreasonable.”
“This technique temporarily boosts my Physical Strength Level—perfect for closing the gap with upperclassmen.”
At that moment, Zhang Yu took a slow, deep breath. He stretched, shook his limbs, and performed a brief warm-up—then pushed Zhanmo Yunshou Gong further.
His forehead veins stood out like cables. Sweat poured from his pores. His heart pounded like a drum struck by a giant hammer.
Physical Strength Level +1.0!
Physical Strength Level +1.5!
Physical Strength Level +2.0!
He had pushed the technique to the absolute limit of its dual-stage breakthrough.
This was a move Zhang Yu had never used lightly—because the damage it inflicted on the body was severe. Using it during regular study or overtime would be far too costly.
But this elimination match required only a moment of explosive power. And Zhang Yu believed he could endure it.
As Zhanmo Yunshou Gong erupted in its second surge, his Physical Strength Level soared—temporarily exceeding 18.5 levels. His entire body flushed red, as if bleeding beneath the skin.
“Huff…”
Zhang Yu exhaled, and the scorching breath he released warped the air around him.
He felt his body straining beyond limits—but he was grateful he had activated the Tu Mu Holy Body, and that the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique was constantly healing his wounds. Otherwise, the lifespan cost would have been unbearable.
Though he still had the Chunqiu Wujin Chan Dan Toxin Burst in reserve, he chose to save it for later.
Then—Zhang Yu vanished.
With a thunderous explosion beneath his feet, he tore through the air, shattering the sound barrier with a deafening crack—and plunged into the Gravity Field.
Boom!
The instant he entered, Zhang Yu felt invisible hands grasping at him from all directions—pulling him up, dragging him down, pushing him sideways, twisting him in every direction. The shifting gravity tore at his form, threatening to rip him apart.
Now he understood why every student who entered staggered like a drunkard.
“Because you must constantly adjust your posture to counter the chaos of the Gravity Field…”
With a guttural roar, Zhang Yu compressed his body—reducing his height and volume, minimizing the surface area exposed to the distortions.
Then, within his mind, the four white oxen roared.
His Fourfold Mind activated.
One consciousness led, while the other three controlled his torso, arms, and legs—adapting in real time to the shifting gravity.
Thanks to Bai Zhenzhen’s guidance and his own Consciousness training, Zhang Yu had grown remarkably skilled in multi-thought control. Now, with a single execution, his body moved with fluid precision—adapting instantly to the chaos, adjusting force with flawless timing, and propelling himself forward with relentless acceleration.
And so, Zhang Yu’s form flickered—then surged forward, overtaking one student after another in a blur of motion.
...
Above the arena, the teachers’ Ling Realm projections murmured in awe.
“This Zhang Yu is only a Second Year—and already at such a high Physical Strength Level?”
“Wait—this isn’t his true physical strength. He’s activated Zhanmo Yunshou Gong.”
“But judging by how smoothly he’s activating it… could this technique have reached the 20th Level?”
One teacher checked Zhang Yu’s cultivation record and exclaimed in surprise: “He only started cultivating this technique last August? Then he truly is exceptionally talented.”
Another added: “More importantly, his body control is extraordinary. He barely flinched upon entering the Gravity Field. He’s still accelerating—proving he can fully adapt to such a sudden spike in strength. That’s top-tier martial talent.”
Just then, a Peace Faction teacher spoke softly:
“Mastering Zhanmo Yunshou Gong well? What good is it? The better you master it, the faster you die. The more you train, the poorer you become—and the poorer you are, the more you train.”
Tu Lishan glanced at him—Wei Huai, the geology instructor.
He turned to Director Gao—and saw the man’s previously upturned smile suddenly droop.
Tu Lishan understood. Wei Huai wasn’t really talking about Zhang Yu. He was speaking of the ideological divide between the two factions.
Without hesitation, Tu Lishan stepped forward.
“Wrong. Every individual has a different constitution. You can’t generalize like that.”
“Zhang Yu was born with exceptional physical prowess. Even in his first year, he consumed doses of longevity-draining medicine meant for multiple people daily.”
“For others, Zhanmo Yunshou Gong would be unbearable. But for him? It’s manageable.”
“Pushing himself to the limit—this is his best path. Only through relentless effort can he achieve top rankings with minimal resource investment… and secure the Class Rank One at the end of his first year.”
As Tu Lishan spoke, a crimson streak flashed across the arena.
Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor flickered—then projected a red line before him, stretching like a track through the entire Gravity Field.
A male voice echoed across the arena:
“This is my path forward.
When I pass through at Fivefold Sonic Speed, please remain still—don’t move. You’ll get hit.”
Then—light exploded upward.
A blazing red streak tore through the sky like a meteor, crashing into the Gravity Field with a thunderous boom, leaving only a fleeting red afterimage. In the blink of an eye, it reached the far end.
Boom!
Zhang Yu braced himself against the shockwave, then stared at the figure standing still.
“Su Yanyang?” he thought. “The one who injured Shi Huaixu.”
“Arrogant fellow.”
“And that Spirit Armor… expensive, isn’t it? A guy this rich, yet he refuses to pay for the damage he caused.”
Su Yanyang paid no mind to the stares. He checked his time.
“Not bad.”
He raised his hand—and a distant Iron Coffin shot toward him.
The coffin opened with a metallic clack, and five rectangular beams of light shot out, transforming mid-air into various components of his Spirit Armor.
Simultaneously, his current suit of Spirit Armor contracted and collapsed, replaced instantly by the new one. The old armor then folded itself neatly and flew back into the Iron Coffin.
In an instant, he’d switched from speed-focused Spirit Armor to his daily wear—adjusting slightly, then walking toward his teammates.
The Iron Coffin floated quietly beside him.
Within Su Yanyang’s Eye Armor interface, a series of text lines appeared—his Soul Cultivators, who had been assisting in managing the Spirit Armor.
To Su Yanyang, they were far cheaper and more effective than an equivalent-grade Artifact Spirit.
The assistant Hand Spirit Armor’s Soul Cultivator asked:
“Boss, how was that? Our support was solid, right?”
Su Yanyang replied:
“Decent. Do well, and I’ll keep one of you as a full-time employee.”
Hearing this, all five Soul Cultivators redoubled their efforts.
Su Yanyang smiled faintly—but he knew the truth.
He had no intention of keeping any of them.
He preferred trial-period Soul Cultivators.
They were more disposable.
And more obedient.
(End of Chapter)
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