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Chapter 390: Director Gao's Assistance
Lifting the Bunker was one of the strategies Zhang Yu and the others had discussed. When faced with an overwhelming assault, they would all move the Bunker together, trying to dodge attacks they couldn’t withstand head-on.
Fortunately, thanks to their previous multiple reinforcements, the Bunker’s outer shell, though cracked in several places, still held its structural integrity.
“Move!” Xiao Qingxuan roared. Nine Dragon-shaped Gang Qi surged wildly, smashing into the mudflow while simultaneously pushing the group toward safer ground.
But soon, as their Martial Energy drained rapidly, the dual burden of carrying the Bunker and resisting the mudflow proved too much for Tian Yang. He collapsed inward, shrinking his body and leaping back into the Bunker.
Moments later, Shi Yunxiang followed suit, unable to hold on any longer, also shrinking and retreating into the shelter.
With both of them pulling back, the entire Bunker lurched downward, barely held aloft by the remaining three, each unleashing their Gang Qi in desperate support.
Shi Huaixu stared at the churning, filthy torrents around them, her face grim as she watched the ground continue to collapse. “We’re not going to make it,” she muttered.
She knew that if the Bunker slipped from their grasp, it would be instantly swallowed by the mudflow and the collapsing earth—destroyed beyond repair.
“Hold on!” Zhang Yu shouted. “Shi Huaixu! Forget about the bottom—get up here and lighten the load!”
He turned to Xiao Qingxuan, his voice sharp and urgent. “You too—get up and help me!”
Shi Huaixu immediately shrunk her form and leapt onto the Bunker, focusing all her will to conjure wave after wave of Xuanhuang Qi, pouring it into the structure to reduce its weight.
Meanwhile, Xiao Qingxuan shrank and leapt onto Zhang Yu’s shoulder, slamming one palm onto his back. A steady stream of Wuxing Zhenqi flooded into Zhang Yu’s body, pouring into his wounds and healing him as fast as possible.
As soon as Xiao Qingxuan scanned Zhang Yu’s condition, he couldn’t help but frown inwardly. Under the relentless strain of explosive techniques, Zhang Yu’s internal organs looked like shattered ruins in his eyes. He could only marvel—how had Zhang Yu even survived this long?
Zhang Yu, now towering like a giant, used one hand to support the Bunker while the other unleashed powerful shockwaves, fighting against the torrential mudflow. In the midst of the world breaking apart, he managed to shield the Bunker from destruction.
The sight filled the others with a surge of hope.
Watching Zhang Yu, drenched in blood, battling the raging current to protect the Bunker, Shi Huaixu glanced toward the distant Su Yanyang—and clenched her jaw. “Damn it… I’ll go all out!”
She slammed her palm hard against her Ghost Kidney. “Activate Overload Mode! Convert Shenjing Qi directly into Martial Energy!”
Her Soul Cultivator inside the kidney protested weakly: “You do this… my kidney will age rapidly. The depreciation rate is brutal.”
“Just do it,” she snapped. “Don’t argue.”
Instantly, she felt her Martial Energy surging back. With renewed strength, she channeled even more Xuanhuang Qi, further reducing the Bunker’s weight.
On the other side, Shi Yunxiang extended her arm toward Zhang Yu. “Drink some of my blood.”
Seeing the fierce, determined look on the lion-faced woman’s face, Zhang Yu didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth and bit down—gulping down massive quantities of her demonic blood.
Zhang Yu’s eyes flared with light. It felt like consuming liquid Tianjing Rice—vast reserves of vital essence flooded his body, restoring his strength and reviving his physical vitality to near peak condition.
At that moment, he saw the competition group chat pop up in his vision.
Ying Xin: [1Lingbi] Come on, Senior Brother! Here’s your medical support fund.
Gong Shuijin: [1Lingbi] Go get ‘em!
Yu Xinghan: [1Lingbi] Take it and fight!
Zhang Yu smiled faintly. With a thunderous roar, he pushed back the churning mudflow once more, clearing several meters around him.
But then—another wave, over ten meters high, surged forward with crushing force.
Boom!
The mudflow swallowed the Bunker and Zhang Yu’s six companions whole.
Su Yanyang watched calmly, his voice flat. “Pathetic struggle.”
He observed as wave after wave crashed down, each impact sending tremors that echoed through the arena until the final whistle blew.
Su Yanyang silently calculated in his mind: If we’d defended more effectively in the early and mid stages, not let the construction progress get delayed, or if we’d saved five more minutes of power… we could’ve ended this sooner.
He shook his head. “But there’s no time for that now.”
As the earth settled, Su Yanyang descended toward the ground.
Watching the referees dig through the debris and uncover the ruined Bunker, he mentally estimated: About ten to fifteen percent completion rate left. Still meets the target.
Then he paused—frowning slightly. Closer inspection revealed something odd—the Bunker appeared larger than before.
In an instant, as the outer shell was torn away, Su Yanyang realized the truth: hidden within the layers of false walls was another structure—smaller, but intact.
“This… is the actual required size,” he muttered, brow furrowed. “Overbuilding. They hid the real Bunker inside a fake one?”
He frowned deeper. “But even so… the damage is still catastrophic.”
……
In the Ling Realm Space, Wei Huai offered his assessment: “Zhang Yu’s team performed admirably, but ultimately lost due to insufficient funds. With better resources—top-tier Spirit Armor, advanced tech—their results would’ve been far better.”
“Zhang Yu can’t keep pushing like this. He’ll burn himself out in no time. He needs to find a way to borrow more money.”
Tu Lishan countered sharply: “And how much did Su Yanyang spend on this match? Can he afford to keep spending like that? What happens when he can’t repay?”
As the debate between the Peace Faction and War Faction teachers reignited, they drifted from Zhang Yu and Su Yanyang’s match to other competitions.
But Director Gao remained silent, his gaze fixed on the final scoreboard.
Ciji Zhenjun (private message): Final completion rate was 36%, correct?
Ciji Zhenjun: So if Su Yanyang keeps the completion rate above 36% in the second half, he wins?
Ciji Zhenjun: Given the strength comparison, it shouldn’t be difficult.
Ciji Zhenjun: Looks like you were right—this Su Yanyang truly surpasses your student.
Director Gao: Perhaps. But the result of the first half was… different from what I expected.
Director Gao: I thought Su Yanyang would crush them utterly.
He replayed in his mind the desperate fight Zhang Yu and his team had fought in the final minute—his expression thoughtful.
Ciji Zhenjun: You’re thinking of helping him in the second half?
Director Gao: Isn’t it too early? He’s still a Second Year. Give him two more years—he’ll easily surpass Su Yanyang.
Ciji Zhenjun: You’re right. But the world changes faster every year. Gaining a Divine Technique a year earlier means a massive leap in future potential.
Director Gao: You think I should step in?
Ciji Zhenjun: Your student, not mine. What’s it to me?
Ciji Zhenjun: I’m just stating the facts—this is the perfect moment to help. If he seizes it, it’s a transformation. One lesson from me could be worth ten years of your usual support. The return on investment is undeniable.
Director Gao: You make a strong point.
Ciji Zhenjun: Why are you looking at me like that? You’re not seriously asking me to help, are you?
Director Gao: My methods are too well known here. Any direct intervention would expose me.
Director Gao: This is a Civil Engineering department competition. As Director, I can’t be seen interfering during the match.
Ciji Zhenjun: He’s your student, not mine. I don’t care.
Director Gao: On the strength of our old friendship… just a favor. Use the break time to guide him.
Ciji Zhenjun: Impossible. I don’t know him. How can I guide someone I’ve never met?
Director Gao: I trust your skill. If you’re willing, you can succeed.
Ciji Zhenjun: Fine, fine… but first, transfer the fee.
Ciji Zhenjun: Only because of our centuries-long bond. You think money can buy everything?
Ciji Zhenjun: There are dozens waiting in line just to get my guidance.
Director Gao: [30Lingbi] I know. Thank you.
Ciji Zhenjun: Oh—by the way, I’m not even his friend yet. Have him add me.
Ciji Zhenjun: And one more thing—I don’t guarantee victory.
Director Gao: Understood. After you guide him, the rest depends on his own efforts.
……
As the final measurement confirmed a 36% completion rate, Su Yanyang turned to see Zhang Yu and the others crawling out from the wreckage.
He tilted his head up, looking down at them with a faint, almost dismissive expression.
“Not bad,” he said. “Given your level, this is the best you could do.”
“Rest well. Push harder in the second half.”
Watching Su Yanyang walk away, Shi Huaixu rubbed her waist, feeling a deep ache and exhaustion. Her expression was grim.
Lost. Completely lost.
In her mind, there was no way they could force Su Yanyang’s completion rate below 36% in the second half—when Su Yanyang would be on defense.
We’re definitely going to lose.
And likely won’t even place in the top seven.
Che Yufei, just waking from his simulated death, exhaled softly upon hearing the 36% result. “Still… we held our own against Su Yanyang. That’s something.”
“If it weren’t for Zhang Yu, Shi Huaixu, and Xiao Qingxuan… I wouldn’t have dared face them.”
Xiao Qingxuan watched the scene in silence. To him, this team’s ceiling was the Top Ten. Fighting for a top-seven spot would be a waste of effort.
Zhang Yu still wanted to push in the second half. If it were a one-on-one fight, he’d charge without hesitation. After all, with Body Activation and Tu Mu Holy Body, he feared nothing.
But five teammates stood beside him.
Seeing their exhausted, pained faces, Zhang Yu couldn’t bring himself to ask them to fight harder. He simply couldn’t open his mouth.
Yet he knew—without action, they’d be even more outmatched in the second half.
As his mind raced with conflicting thoughts, Director Gao sent him a message.
Director Gao: You fought well in the first half.
Director Gao: You lost only because Su Yanyang cultivated years earlier.
Director Gao: During the break, I’ve arranged for a teacher to guide you.
Director Gao: I went to great lengths to secure this. Learn from him. Make a strong showing in the second half.
Director Gao: [Ciji Zhenjun]
(End of Chapter)
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