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Chapter 382: Give Up
"You sealed me in with terrain—yet you've also trapped yourselves within it."
Zhang Yu sneered, watching Bu Ziran retreat all the way to the Barrier. Four Wuxiang Forces had already materialized, two on each side, cutting off his escape.
As Zhang Yu surged forward, Bu Ziran nearly screamed—Don’t come any closer!
He wasn’t afraid of Zhang Yu. He feared his own teammates.
Especially as he watched Zhang Yu’s body—barely flinching—endure wave after wave of Blood Thunder, explosive Qi bursts, and silver palm strikes like he was taking a bath.
Bu Ziran didn’t have Zhang Yu’s resilience.
But Ma Xuan’s voice cut through the chaos in the competition group chat:
"Relax. We’ve activated shared attack intent. We’re tagging targets—won’t hit you by accident."
In Ma Xuan’s four teammates’ Eye Armor vision, four distinct symbols flickered constantly—palm, Blood droplet, gust of wind, tiny sword—each representing one of their attacks.
Every time a symbol flashed, it marked the intended impact point.
This coordination allowed their assaults to sync perfectly, minimizing the risk of hitting Bu Ziran.
But in the chaos of battle, collisions were inevitable.
A sword swept aside a torrent of Blood Thunder. Bu Ziran glanced at his Hand Armor’s self-diagnosis—32% durability. His heart sank.
"Watch it! Don’t hit me!"
Then Zhang Yu struck again—Wuxiang Yun’gang drawing in violent Qi bursts, slamming toward Bu Ziran with crushing force.
Sword Qi clashed violently with Gang Qi.
After the grueling exchange, Zhang Yu withdrew all Human-Form Qi Aura.
Not only did this conserve Martial Energy, but it also stripped away the shielding effect, exposing Bu Ziran even more to incoming attacks.
"Exactly as I thought—after close combat with him, Ma Xuan’s team’s momentum dropped significantly."
Zhang Yu didn’t use Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin this time. He relied solely on Wuxiang Yun’gang, constantly redirecting attacks, hammering Bu Ziran again and again.
In just seconds, Zhang Yu was drenched in Blood, his Gang Qi now stained crimson—deep red, then dark, pulsing like smoldering flame.
Maybe I can replenish…
With each surge of Dan Zhi Jing Xue Blood Thunder, Wuxiang Yun’gang tore open further, but the damage slowed its speed.
Zhang Yu thrust out one palm, summoning swirling clouds that coiled into a vortex, drawing in Blood Thunder.
Spinning at high speed, the bolts collided violently, forming a dense Blood sphere—then Zhang Yu swallowed it whole.
His eyes snapped wide.
"Whoa… how much medicine did you all take? This stuff is strong."
The surge of Medicinal Power flooded his body, rapidly restoring stamina and Martial Energy. Zhang Yu laughed, then slammed his palm into the ground, drawing up a storm of Silver Sand. He swallowed it in one gulp.
He tilted his head, grinning.
"Nothing nutritious, but great for reinforcing the flesh."
Ma Xuan stared in fury as he watched Zhang Yu devour his Silver Sand.
"Keep attacking! He’s about to collapse!"
True, Zhang Yu was constantly eating and drinking—absorbing Yang Yan’s Blood-based medicine, digesting Silver Sand to fortify his body.
But his Wuxiang Yun’gang kept tearing apart, his wounds multiplying, his body a bloody mess.
The once-white Gang Qi had faded to pale red, then deep crimson, now a dark, pulsing red—churning like a storm of dying embers.
Compared to Zhang Yu’s visible wounds, Bu Ziran felt his own blood freeze.
Every Blood Thunder, every Qi burst, every silver arm strike Zhang Yu redirected—was funneled straight at him.
And when Ma Xuan’s team accidentally grazed him?
It felt less like a coordinated assault on Zhang Yu… and more like a joint hunt on him.
With every Spirit Armor self-check reporting falling durability, Bu Ziran’s stomach turned cold—colder than the icy core of Zhang Yu’s Gang Qi.
"Damn it…"
Bu Ziran slashed wildly with sword Qi, staring at the blood-soaked, staggering Zhang Yu.
Why? Why aren’t you down? Why won’t you surrender?
The same thought echoed in Yang Yan’s mind as he fired Blood Thunder after Blood Thunder, eyes on the Spirit Armor billing dashboard.
He slowed his attacks.
This guy should be finished. I can cut back on Lingbi spending. And…
Ji Susu thought, If he keeps refusing to surrender… what if we kill him?
No way. Killing someone means massive fines.
Zhang Yu looked like a broken man—riddled with wounds, drenched in blood, barely standing.
Yet he held on.
And the longer they stared at his trembling form, the more hesitant they became—afraid of going too far.
Ma Xuan roared, "Zhang Yu! Surrender now—or do you want to bankrupt yourself in this competition?"
"Look at your wounds! Can you even afford the repairs?"
Zhang Yu grinned, waving at them.
"Come on. Time’s running out."
Though he looked battered, every inch of him a battlefield, the Tu Mu Holy Body amplified his resilience.
Each attack felt weaker.
His injuries weren’t worsening—they were healing, thanks to the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique’s activation.
Another round of brutal combat.
Supersonic gusts ripped through the air.
Gang Qi and Martial Energy clashed hundreds of times in an instant.
The bill kept rising.
Durability plummeted.
More Silver Sand vanished.
To Ma Xuan and his team, Zhang Yu was a black hole—throwing money into him, yet never finishing him.
The pain grew deeper with every blow.
And as they fought, their caution slowly faded.
They began to press harder—then harder still.
But even with full force, Zhang Yu didn’t fall.
More wounds? Yes.
But still standing.
Bu Ziran, seeing his Spirit Armor durability drop to 21%, snapped.
This armor was built for high-speed sword techniques—unsuited for brutal close combat.
Now, battered by repeated clashes with Zhang Yu, its durability was plummeting.
If it failed… repairs would cost a fortune.
"Enough!" Bu Ziran shouted. "Someone take over! Or split the repair bill with me!"
No reply.
Ma Xuan and the others pretended not to hear.
Bu Ziran exploded.
He stepped sideways—only to be instantly cornered by Zhang Yu, who pinned him in an instant.
Durability dropped to 20%.
He stared at Zhang Yu, ready to scream: What are you even doing?!
Then—Zhang Yu’s body expanded.
Zhanmo Yunshou Gong and Chunqiu Wujin Chan activated in succession—pushing his physical state to absolute peak.
The negative effects of Zhanmo Yunshou Gong worsened his injuries—triggering another surge in the Tu Mu Holy Body, boosting all his resistances.
Then, under Fourfold Mind, every Body-Protection Technique Zhang Yu had trained activated at once—maximizing his damage resistance.
Pang!
Barely flinching as sword Qi slashed across his chest, Ma Xuan’s attacks slammed into his back, waist, and legs.
Zhang Yu charged forward—shattering Bu Ziran’s sword Qi with a single impact—then seized his head and slammed him into the ground.
As Zhang Yu and Bu Ziran rolled on the ground, Ma Xuan and the others hesitated—afraid of hurting Bu Ziran.
But then—crack.
A sharp sound.
Bu Ziran’s Hand Armor twisted, its durability now at 19%—a catastrophic failure.
A surge of Martial Energy surged backward through the armor.
Bu Ziran froze—stunned, paralyzed.
With a scream, Zhang Yu ripped the Hand Armor off.
Then, a brutal strike to Bu Ziran’s dantian.
The cold poison, already buried deep, erupted.
Bu Ziran froze—entire body locked in ice.
Zhang Yu turned to Ma Xuan and the others, blood-streaked face twisted into a grin.
"Next?"
Seeing the torn-off Hand Armor, the frozen, shattered body of Bu Ziran—Ma Xuan and his team felt their blood run cold.
They imagined the massive bill.
And for a moment, the tables turned—Zhang Yu was no longer the one surrounded.
They were.
Shaking off the illusion, Ma Xuan frowned.
"Huh? The external tremors… gone?"
He’d been sensing subtle vibrations in the Barrier—constant impacts from outside.
But now… silence.
He focused.
A jolt of shock ran through him.
"Shi Huaixu… she wasn’t attacking the Barrier. She was reinforcing it?"
"She thickened it—layer after layer."
"What? Lock us in with Zhang Yu? Just abandon her teammates? Where’s the sportsmanship?"
Before Ma Xuan could process it, the mud and sand beside Zhang Yu surged upward—Xiao Qingxuan emerged.
Ma Xuan’s eyes narrowed.
Did she dig through?
Xiao Qingxuan stared at Zhang Yu’s wounds, then at Bu Ziran beneath him—eyes widening in surprise.
She placed a hand on Zhang Yu’s shoulder, using Eye Armor private chat:
"I’ll heal you—but only on the battlefield. Don’t let others know."
"Heal… you?" Zhang Yu replied in private chat.
"Did you study Medicine Department? Are you a doctor?"
Xiao Qingxuan replied calmly:
"My parents aren’t doctors. But the Jin Dan who once possessed me—during his era, cultivators learned everything. Every one of them knew healing arts."
"Most of that Immortal Dao Technology is obsolete now.
But his ancient medical techniques? Still useful."
"Old medicine?" Zhang Yu frowned.
"History class said it was all fraud—unregulated, unreliable, dangerous. Can make injuries worse."
He was genuinely worried she’d use some outdated method and make him worse.
Xiao Qingxuan remained calm.
"Modern pharmaceutical companies hired bots to discredit old medicine—so they can monopolize healthcare."
"Trust me. I’ll use Wuxing Zhenqi to activate your internal organ harmony—nourish your body, repair your wounds. Prevent internal damage from worsening."
Hmm… your Constitution is unusually strong. You’re already healing yourself? Even better. The treatment will be faster.
Zhang Yu felt it—his heart, liver, kidneys, spleen, lungs—each one revitalizing under her Martial Energy.
"Wait… how does this work?"
Xiao Qingxuan replied:
"Organ interdependence. Don’t ask me why. I understand the system—but not how it connects to cells or bacteria. I can’t explain it.
Just know—ancient medicine and modern Daoist medical tech? Totally different systems."
In seconds, the exchange ended.
Meanwhile, Ma Xuan connected with Ji Yuanchi and Cong Na outside.
Ji Yuanchi: How’s it going in there?
Ma Xuan: Bu Ziran’s down.
Ji Yuanchi: Then Zhang Yu?
Ma Xuan: Still fighting.
Ji Yuanchi: ???
Ji Yuanchi froze.
Four upperclassmen ganging up on a second-year… for over twenty seconds… and still can’t finish him?
Did you throw the match?
He wanted to scream. But he held back—no time for division.
"Shi Huaixu is chasing me and Cong Na. Cong Na’s too slow—she’s about to be caught. What now?"
Ma Xuan’s mind reeled.
In just twenty seconds—everything had changed.
And now, Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan charged forward—through the layered Barrier.
Dragon-shaped Gang Qi erupted from Xiao Qingxuan, sweeping across the field.
Zhang Yu darted beside her, intercepting attacks meant for her.
Every time Xiao Qingxuan poured Wuxing Zhenqi into Zhang Yu, healing him,
his body stabilized—maintaining insane defense while unleashing brutal offense.
With Zhang Yu shielding, Xiao Qingxuan attacking—Ma Xuan and his team watched their bills skyrocket.
But the two in front? Still full of energy. No sign of fatigue.
Outside, Cong Na was captured by Shi Huaixu.
Bu Ziran typed in the group chat:
"Surrender. It’s pointless. We’re wasting money."
"Four vs. six. We’re done."
Yang Yan: "Surrender."
Ji Susu: "Yes."
Ji Yuanchi: ???
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(End of Chapter)
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