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Chapter 377: Another 20th Level Technique? (Thank You, 'Mikkiii' for the Patronage)
When the competition began, Ma Xuan’s first move was to assign his team’s roles—especially regarding the construction crew. After all, as the defending side, the higher the building’s completion rate after one hour, the more points they’d score.
This time, the task required constructing a Bunker. The materials had already been placed beside the construction site before the match started.
“Bu Ziran, Ji Susu… you two handle construction,” Ma Xuan mused, finally deciding to keep just the two of them on the job.
Originally, he’d planned to leave three people building while leading the other two in countering the enemy’s six-man assault. After all, in Ma Xuan’s eyes, their team vastly outmatched the opposition—more than capable of fighting outnumbered. Leaving more people to build meant a higher score.
But Su Yanyang’s warning echoed in his mind, nudging him toward caution. So, in the end, he settled on keeping only Bu Ziran and Ji Susu on construction.
Bu Ziran was a tall young man. If Zhang Yu had been present, he’d have instantly recognized him—the same guy who’d ignored him when he first joined the group, proudly displaying his lung-shaped Spirit Armor in the competition chat.
Ji Susu was a tall, physically feminine woman. She rarely spoke in the group, so Zhang Yu knew little about her.
Next, Ma Xuan said, “Ji Yuanchi, you’re on perimeter support.”
Ji Yuanchi vanished in an instant, streaking away with a trail of wind whipping behind him.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Shi Huaixu and his five teammates shot forward like lightning.
Seeing the six streaks of speed hurtling toward them, Ma Xuan immediately activated his Xiao Sanhe ability.
The ground roared. A tidal wave of mud and sand surged forward, swallowing Shi Huaixu’s team whole.
Shi Huaixu countered with her own Xiao Sanhe, but Ma Xuan could sense the difference—his fellow student’s cultivation in the technique was clearly weaker. If the clash continued, Ma Xuan would dominate in the chaotic storm of swirling sand.
But then, in the next instant, Zhang Yu burst through the dust cloud, descending like a meteor toward them.
Ma Xuan’s gaze narrowed slightly.
He knew Zhang Yu well—after all, he’d been the one to recruit him into the team. He understood the man’s strengths: immense physical power, incredible resilience, and the Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin technique that allowed him to redirect force. That meant long, grueling battles—and heavy wear on Spirit Armor.
All of this made Zhang Yu a nightmare opponent for anyone.
Ma Xuan immediately grasped his intention.
“Just throwing one man at us to disrupt our formation?”
“Guess you’re underestimating him a bit.”
High above, Zhang Yu stood with arms crossed, feet hovering in midair, plummeting like a falling star through the air, shattering wave after wave of resistance at supersonic speed.
Cold eyes locked onto Ma Xuan and the others. His lips moved slightly, as if whispering something.
Of course, in the heat of a supersonic battle, verbal communication was impossible. But Zhang Yu’s words had already been sent via message—floated directly onto everyone’s Eye Armor.
This was standard in high-speed combat—something every student in the Security Department was trained in.
Zhang Yu: "You’ll regret not holding onto me."
While studying the provocations Shi Huaixu had sent from the Security Department, Zhang Yu had learned a few truths.
Simple insults didn’t work in serious, high-stakes battles. People didn’t just snap under taunts. To truly provoke, you had to match the moment, speak in a way that resonated with the scene—unleashing emotions like anger, frustration, or burning desire to fight.
And the most effective, universal, and fail-safe method? Show off.
When you play it right—natural, convincing, and dazzling—the opponent wouldn’t even realize they were being provoked. They’d just feel an overwhelming urge to attack. That was the peak of psychological warfare.
Now, as Zhang Yu spoke, their gazes locked in the sky, two invisible currents of battle spirit clashed—pressing, twisting, warping the air.
But Ma Xuan didn’t flinch. His hands remained steady, commanding the storm of sand, driving it forward like a tsunami toward Shi Huaixu’s team.
His voice rang out through the Eye Armor, clear and calm, to all his teammates:
“He’s provoking. Stay focused. Don’t let him get in your head.”
“Cong Na, go take him down.”
“Everyone else—stick to the plan. Don’t give him a chance to use his technique.”
Cong Na lifted her head, watching Zhang Yu fall from above. She grinned.
“You’ll regret quitting the team.”
In an instant, she dropped into a crouch, her thigh muscles bulging with explosive power.
Boom!
The ground cracked beneath her feet, exploding into a massive crater. And in the same breath, she vanished—shattering the air as she rocketed upward, straight toward Zhang Yu.
Inside her mind, cold and clear:
“You’re airborne—no leverage. You’re a sitting duck.”
“You want to crash down, using your body and that trick of yours to disrupt our formation.”
“But I won’t let you.”
Her right palm gathered Gang Qi to its peak—every muscle in her body roaring with power. Then, with a single, earth-shattering strike, she unleashed a palm so forceful it could split mountains.
This was the perfect way to deal with Zhang Yu: overpower him with sheer strength, drive him out of the battlefield, and deny him any chance to fight back.
But Zhang Yu simply said, calm and flat:
“You want to knock me away?”
“Funny… that’s exactly what I wanted too.”
He raised his own palm.
And then—a roar.
Ten dragon-like roars erupted in succession, each one shaking the sky, as ten dragon-shaped waves of Gang Qi surged forward.
The Nine Dragons Gang Qi Palm—crafted by Xiao Qingxuan.
Before Zhang Yu was thrown out, Xiao Qingxuan had delivered twenty palm strikes, each one infused into Zhang Yu’s Gang Qi. Using Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin’s empty cavities, Zhang Yu had stored them all.
Now, in a single moment, ten strikes exploded—ten massive, chaotic waves of power that shredded Cong Na’s attack, swallowed her whole.
“Just rest for a bit, Cong Na.”
Boom!
A thunderous explosion tore through the air, rippling out in shockwaves. Cong Na was flung backward like a ragdoll.
After knocking her away, Zhang Yu continued his descent, his eyes cold, sweeping over the group below. The surge of battle spirit he radiated pressed down on everyone like a storm.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
With a thunderous slam, Zhang Yu struck the ground. Ten more dragon-shaped waves of Gang Qi burst forth—like falling stars—hurling toward the base.
Another ten strikes. The final twenty had been released.
And now, everyone in the arena, both on the field and watching from the sidelines—especially those familiar with Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin—understood the truth.
Twenty strikes.
Zhang Yu’s Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin had reached 20th Level.
This was the second 20th Level Technique Zhang Yu planned to reveal during the competition—after Zhanmo Yunshou Gong.
He thought to himself:
“I showed insane talent the first day I learned Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin in my senior year. I even pushed the level up on the spot, defeating Wang Yin.”
“Now, in my second year, reaching 20th Level? It’s only natural.”
Meanwhile, below, the team was busy defending against the barrage of dragon-shaped Gang Qi.
But as Zhang Yu finally landed with a heavy thud, a massive shockwave rippled outward—visible waves spreading across the ground, kicking up dust and wind in all directions.
Ma Xuan maintained his Xiao Sanhe stance, coordinating with Ji Yuanchi to attack Shi Huaixu’s group from afar, blocking their advance.
Calm and calculating, he sent orders through the Spirit Armor—messages appearing instantly in his teammates’ Eye Armor.
“Ignore Zhang Yu. His borrowed power is spent.”
“Bu Ziran, Ji Susu—keep building.”
“Ji Yuanchi, follow my mark and hit Shi Huaixu.”
“Cong Na, don’t come over. Stick with me to block the others.”
“Yang Yan—you take Zhang Yu alone. Everyone else, stay out. Don’t let him use his technique.”
A cascade of commands, delivered in seconds, each one crystal clear.
Yang Yan was a broad-shouldered man clad in reinforced alloy armor. Zhang Yu remembered him—the guy who’d ignored him when he first joined the group, discussing Spirit Armor with Bu Ziran. And after Ji Yuanchi joined, he’d been the one who’d welcomed him most warmly.
Yang Yan stepped forward. The ground trembled slightly beneath him. In his armored frame, he moved like a tank—charging straight toward Zhang Yu’s landing spot.
But as Ma Xuan gave the order, Zhang Yu suddenly erupted with a torrent of Wuxiang Yun'gang—clouds of swirling energy, rolling like storm fronts, engulfing everyone.
Within the fog, shadows emerged—faint, ghostly figures—each one lunging toward a different teammate.
The reaction was instant.
“Zhang Yu’s targeting me?”
Yang Yan didn’t hesitate. He threw a punch—crushing the illusionary figure in an instant.
But as the Wuxiang Force shattered, Yang Yan felt a chill. He roared:
“Don’t attack!”
Too late.
Explosions echoed through the cloud, one after another, as every team member instinctively shattered the incoming phantoms.
And that was exactly what Zhang Yu wanted.
Now, more Wuxiang Forces emerged—each one a new phantom, attacking from all sides.
“Yang Yan! What was that for?!”
“Ji Susu! Stop!”
“Bu Ziran! Don’t use that move—!”
Pulsing Gang Qi surged through the air—overloaded, bouncing from one body to another, transmitting power in wild, uncontrolled waves.
Every attack, every technique, was being studied, mirrored—learned in real time by the Third Eye Ability.
Fourfold Mind calculated the rhythm of every fight.
Zhang Yu’s body, Martial Energy, mind, martial arts, Dao Seed—everything was pushed to its absolute limit.
For the first time, his strength in mass combat was fully revealed. He had single-handedly turned the battlefield into chaos.
Teammates felt their own allies’ power being turned against them—flying back at them in deadly strikes.
They couldn’t just stand and take it. They had to fight back.
And so they did.
Each defense gave Zhang Yu another chance—another opportunity to use Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin to steal and redirect their power.
(End of Chapter)
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