Chapter 393: Suppression
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Su Yanyang’s current technique—Xuanhuang Great Hand Seal—was a martial art meticulously crafted by ancient masters specifically to synergize with the Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal.
Under the crushing grip of the vast, surging Xuanhuang Qi forming a colossal hand, Zhang Yu felt his entire body grow tenfold, even a hundredfold heavier. Every fragile part of him screamed under relentless pressure, bones creaking and joints groaning under the strain.
Once his palm firmly pressed down on Zhang Yu, Su Yanyang sensed a continuous surge of powerful Gang Qi erupting from within the latter, relentlessly eroding his own Xuanhuang Qi. He sneered. “I’m currently under Array reinforcement, my Spirit Energy fully channeled. You dare pit your Martial Energy against mine?”
With a surge from his dantian, ever more torrential waves of Xuanhuang Qi poured forth, pressing down on Zhang Yu with renewed ferocity.
But Zhang Yu paid no mind to Su Yanyang’s taunts. Instead, he stared at the empty warehouse before him, then silently queried Zhao Tianxing through his Eye Armor:
Old Zhao, what’s going on? Why is there nothing here?
Zhao Tianxing: You’re caught in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Confusion Array.
Zhao Tianxing: I’m fighting to stabilize the Array’s detection function.
A faint shimmer danced across Zhang Yu’s vision. Suddenly, the barren ground before him began to glow with the appearance of countless construction materials.
But just as quickly, the image wavered—like a mirage dissolving into mist—flickering in and out of existence.
Zhang Yu understood at once. The Array’s Soul Cultivator was locked in battle.
Su Yanyang, sensing the shift in Zhang Yu’s gaze, snapped a sharp command through his Eye Armor to his subordinate Soul Cultivator:
What’s going on? Haven’t you secured control of the main Array yet?
Soul Cultivator: Boss, we only have three of us—there’s too much to handle.
Soul Cultivator: And the other side… they seem to know the Array better than you do.
Soul Cultivator: Their Soul Cultivator keeps exploiting weaknesses we didn’t even know existed.
Su Yanyang’s brow twitched. Could it be… someone secretly paid for expert guidance during the break?
A cold chuckle escaped him. “You really think you can beat me?”
To him, the gap between them was insurmountable—especially after the previous round. There was no way back.
“The victory was already sealed. Now, it’s just about winning with style.”
He knew the Civil Engineering Department’s teachers—especially Director Lin and Lingyue Immortal—were watching.
With a chilling calm, Su Yanyang pressed harder, his Xuanhuang Great Hand Seal crushing Zhang Yu.
“Surrender. Or I’ll leave you crippled for life.”
“You’re not surrendering to me. You’re surrendering to Intelligent Architecture, to Financial Innovation, to greater funding and advanced technology. There’s no shame in that.”
“If you keep stubbornly resisting, you’ll end up spending a fortune on medical bills. Is that really what you’re fighting for?”
Just as Su Yanyang thought his words would win over the Neutral Faction and Peace Faction teachers—especially earning favor from Director Lin and Lingyue Immortal—another sharp whoosh cut through the air.
He glanced over.
Xiao Qingxuan was speeding in at full force.
At the same moment, Su Yanyang felt a sudden, explosive surge of Xuanhuang Qi erupting from Zhang Yu’s body—so powerful it momentarily shattered the grip of his seal.
“Huh?”
“Level 5… Level 7… Level 11?”
Su Yanyang’s eyes widened. Zhang Yu’s Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal had reached at least Level 11.
He’s only in his second year, and less than three months into cultivating this technique… How could he have advanced so far?
Against the sheer force of Zhang Yu’s Level 11 Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal, his body—though still powerful—broke free from Su Yanyang’s grip, sending violent shockwaves surging forward like a storm toward him.
At the same instant, Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan exchanged thoughts through their Spirit Armor.
Zhang Yu: You finally came.
Xiao Qingxuan: Took a detour.
Zhang Yu: Together, we break his Gang Qi. The Soul Cultivator will give us the opening.
Facing the dual assault, Su Yanyang remained utterly calm—not out of arrogance, but because he knew his strength was more than enough to dominate even two opponents.
Xuanhuang Great Hand Seal — Seize and Crush!
With palms pressed together, Su Yanyang unleashed a torrent of Martial Energy, manifesting eighteen overlapping Xuanhuang Great Hand Seals that swept out in a devastating horizontal wave toward both Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan.
Simultaneously, he stomped the ground—his Martial Energy erupting in a thunderous blast, shaking the earth.
Under Xiao Sanhe’s influence, countless barriers erupted from the soil, sealing off every possible escape route.
But then—Su Yanyang’s eyes flickered.
In a blink, Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan had vanished.
They reappeared mere meters away, their attacks already within striking range.
“What?!”
A flicker of shock crossed his face. Then realization dawned—they were using the Ten Thousand Ghosts Confusion Array to distort his vision.
They’re using my own Array… against me?
Inside his Eye Armor, a message flashed from the Soul Cultivator:
Two Soul Cultivators exploited a loophole in the Array, briefly misidentified you as an enemy. But we corrected it instantly—patched the flaw. They won’t disrupt you again.
Zhang Yu: Thanks, Old Zhao. Mo Tianyi.
Silently, Zhang Yu thought: Ciji Zhenjun really is terrifying. He knew about the loophole that lets the Array turn against its controller… a mastermind indeed.
He recalled the words inscribed in the Array diagram:
Ciji Zhenjun: Under modern Immortal Dao Technology, Array power is stronger, smarter, easier to deploy—but it also brings more vulnerabilities.
Ciji Zhenjun: Whether you’ve persisted in daily study, accumulated new diagrams, mastered every flaw in every Array, and learned the knowledge to break them—those factors have already decided the outcome. Breaking the Array is merely revealing what was already determined.
Meanwhile, Zhao Tianxing hesitated: Should I send Zhang Yu a little encouragement now?
Would it distract him?
The other Soul Cultivator—Mo Tianyi, representative of the Poor Genius Alliance, and someone who had once spoken with Zhang Yu in Songyang City—was the one who had just guided Xiao Qingxuan here.
Now, Mo Tianyi thought: After this, I can add it to my resume.
Participated in the Wanfa Celestial Battle… Maybe I’ll even get to stay in the Second Layer. At least I’ll live a few more years…
In that split second, every mind in the arena flashed with thought.
But time didn’t slow for them.
As Su Yanyang barely managed to unleash his Gang Qi in defense, Xiao Qingxuan’s Nine Dragons Gang Qi Palm struck.
A deafening explosion followed—like being torn apart by nine colossal dragons.
With a thunderous impact, Su Yanyang was flung backward, crashing into the ground with a massive crater forming beneath him.
Though struck hard, Su Yanyang dismissed it as trivial. As long as I weather this wave, I’ll counterattack with full force.
He glared at Zhang Yu, who was closing in, preparing to strike.
You can’t use your momentum tricks this time.
From their earlier battle, Su Yanyang knew Zhang Yu’s fighting style: astonishing durability, mastery of force redirection, and flawless ability to use an opponent’s strength against them. But he lacked raw destructive power.
No one’s here to help you redirect now.
Then—his eyes widened.
Zhang Yu drew forth the Green Silk Flying Sword, a gift from Bai Zhenzhen.
The sword required no Martial Energy—instead, it absorbed Spirit Energy on its own, recharging daily. Each of its seven strands could unleash one strike per day.
Of the seven, two had been used in the first and second halves to dismantle the Two-Worlds Division Array. That left Zhang Yu with five Green Silk Flying Swords.
Now, without hesitation, he unleashed all five in a single, unstoppable barrage.
With Su Yanyang’s strength so formidable, this was their only chance—Zhang Yu was determined to make every strike count.
Five streaks of light flashed across the ground.
Five deep, meter-deep gashes tore open the earth.
And at the center of the devastation—Su Yanyang was pinned, his limbs and torso already encased in Spirit Armor. Now, five distinct dents marred the surface of his armor.
Zhang Yu, though prepared, still felt a chill: Five strikes… and it didn’t even break through his Spirit Armor? His armor’s strength is unreal.
Though the blades didn’t pierce him, the combined force of the five strikes—right after Xiao Qingxuan’s devastating blow—had torn through much of his Protective Aura.
Then, Zhang Yu snapped his fingers.
Yuan Ci Jie Mai Shou erupted into motion, a flurry of hand signs leaving afterimages in the air.
Su Yanyang gasped—his right arm went numb.
Then his left leg.
“Hah!”
A guttural roar broke from Su Yanyang. With only one arm and one leg still functional, he finally regained his breath.
A surge of Gang Qi exploded upward, and waves of mud and sand surged outward, forcing Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan back.
He stared at his limbs, fury rising.
“What did you do?!”
He could only sense the loss of feeling in his limbs.
But he didn’t notice the deeper effect—the Green Silk Flying Sword’s influence on his emotions.
Each of the seven swords carried a distinct sword intent. When drawn, it temporarily erased one emotion from the opponent.
Now, five strikes had left him with nothing but shock and rage.
Blinded by fury and disbelief, he charged at Zhang Yu with everything he had.
But Xiao Qingxuan surged forward, her Dragon-shaped Gang Qi forming a wall of force.
Without the support of his Spirit Armor on one leg and one arm, Su Yanyang’s combat effectiveness had plummeted. And in his enraged state, his movements were riddled with flaws.
Within moments, dozens of clashes erupted—waves of energy tearing through the air.
And in the end…
Su Yanyang found himself completely blocked.
Trapped.
(End of Chapter)
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