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Chapter 430: Who Can Defeat Me?
At the very moment he saw the announcement from Qiongjiang God, Su Yanyang felt his heart surge as if it would burst.
"The Qiongjiang Coin is going up!"
"It’s going to skyrocket!"
He immediately logged into the Platform, desperate to buy in bulk—but every time he placed a bid, his orders were ignored. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the coin’s value soared higher and higher.
After finally securing a small amount, Su Yanyang discovered his Underground Mausoleum had already been breached halfway by Huangjin Warriors.
Panicked, he hastily mobilized his grand arrays, combining his strength with Xiao Sanhe’s power to meet the onslaught head-on.
"Damn it…"
The thought of the profits he’d lost by selling off his Qiongjiang Coins earlier gnawed at him like a dagger.
"Who the hell is spreading this rumor?"
"Of all times… during the Military License Exam… Is this some kind of sabotage targeting the Military License system?"
…
Meanwhile, in another Examination Hall, the sudden surge in Qiongjiang Coin value sent Ping Han’s Soul Cultivators into ecstatic cheers. Their Spirit Artifact assaults grew fiercer, more relentless.
Yet Ping Han’s expression remained calm—almost unnervingly so. Deep, still, and full of hidden depth.
In that instant, he channeled his martial energy, activated the spiritual network, and instantly mortgaged a portion of his nectar coins.
Then, the Spirit Artifact members upgraded again. The Calculation Pool Resources of his Soul Cultivators surged. His Spirit Armor rapidly downloaded one after another of the 20th-Level Techniques directly from the Spiritual Realm.
With every fluctuation in the Qiongjiang Coin’s value, Ping Han rode the tide of celestial momentum—his strength surging like a storm rising from the abyss.
Facing the endless wave of Huangjin Warriors, he raised one palm to the sky, the other to the earth. Then, with a thunderous roar, his Martial Energy erupted from within like molten lava from the planet’s core.
Inside his soul, he screamed:
"Two years!"
"Who even knows what I’ve endured these past two years?"
"I’ve witnessed the tides rise and fall. I’ve drowned in the sea of coins. I’ve lost everything nine times over—yet I never gave up."
"Finally, I forged a Dao Heart unshaken by any storm. I’ve gained eyes that see through the fabric of fate. I now command power that shakes the heavens!"
"Now, Hua Shen God’s mere thought sends shockwaves through the world.
But those tremors did not harm me—they fueled me. They lifted me to new heights!"
"Today’s Military License Exam…
Who dares challenge me?
Who even dares to stand before me?"
With that roar, a line of Huangjin Warriors shattered like glass beneath his palm.
…
On the Flying Barge, the scene unfolded before the judges and guests like a celestial tempest.
The sky itself seemed to churn—waves of Lingbi cascaded down like a storm of spirit energy, each one brimming with divine power. They surged from the heavens, drawn by Ping Han’s palm movements and the violent pull of his Martial Energy, flooding into his body and sweeping across the battlefield at his will.
Xi Yun Zhenjun watched, his eyes gleaming with growing admiration.
"His combat power has broken through again."
"This youth truly is a Crypto Trading Seed—he may yet ascend further on the Immortal Dao."
Beside him, Tian Xiang Zhenjun nodded, struck by the spectacle.
"To face the tide and not be crushed… but instead to harness it, to explode with greater power—this Ping Han is indeed extraordinary."
Five-rank Zheng Shen, Geng Chen Yi, observed coolly:
"One force overcomes ten thousand. With Ping Han’s current strength, there’s no one here who can match him."
Meanwhile, Director Gao watched, a flicker of doubt stirring in his mind.
"Did I misjudge Ping Han all along? After two years of trials, he’s no longer reckless. His Dao Heart is unshaken by the fluctuations of the market?"
Yet the Huangjin Warriors’ assault intensified—growing more ferocious, more overwhelming.
Then came the final, most brutal wave.
Dozens of Huangjin Warriors, colossal and terrifying, charged forward like titans.
Some stood ten meters tall, armored like moving small mountains, their steps shaking the earth.
Others were slender, wreathed in howling winds, streaking through the air at multiple times the speed of sound.
Some crawled on all fours like beasts, their bodies bristling with high-frequency Yuan Magnetic Weapons.
Others bore iron-plated Divine Thunder Armor, spewing cyclones of fire and wind with a single breath.
Each one stood as a Foundation Establishment powerhouse, closing in on the Array Eye with eerie coordination—forming a true military formation, a Yellow Turban Army.
To the watching examinees, the realization dawned: these were no mere puppets. They were a real army.
Facing this final assault, Su Yanyang, already reeling from earlier damage, collapsed under the pressure. His underground palace was torn open one by one. His Spirit Energy Conduits severed. The Array Core above him was hammered by continuous divine lightning strikes.
With only five minutes left, Su Yanyang gritted his teeth.
"Keep going… I can make it to the end."
On the other side, Xiao Yunji no longer held back.
Her Three Heads and Six Arms underwent another transformation—her three heads shifted, her six arms folded inward, her body stretched long—until, faintly, a dragon-like silhouette began to emerge.
Was she transforming her Spirit Armor into a dragon?
To wield the dragon’s majesty, its dominance, its power—crushing all before her?
No.
To Xiao Yunji, dragons were nothing more than livestock—farm animals in a breeding yard.
How could they compare to the ultra-high-speed trains of the Immortal Dao Technology era—machines that could soar across the eight wildernesses, traverse the four seas with ease?
With a final twist of form, Xiao Yunji reshaped herself into a train over ten meters long, surpassing even the mightiest dragon in speed, strength, presence, and durability.
Hovering above the Yuan Ci Channel, she accelerated—then launched forward like a meteor, crushing every Huangjin Warrior in her path into crushed rubber.
…
On the Flying Barge, the guests were stunned.
"Ah, now it makes sense why Xiao Yunji’s Spirit Armor Synchronization Rate never rose."
"She’s completely abandoned humanoid form—no trace of animalistic instinct remains."
"Without the body’s instinctual awareness, the soul’s humanity slowly fades. Without sufficient spiritual depth, even the Dao Heart could regress."
Xi Yun Zhenjun nodded slowly.
"Each transformation, each upgrade—she’s been preparing for this moment all along."
Tian Xiang Zhenjun sighed.
"Tragic… no matter how much one transcends humanity, even abandoning form itself—there’s still a limit. No match for the tide of fate. Not even against Ping Han’s momentum today."
Then, Geng Chen Yi chuckled beside them.
"Ah, but look—there’s another surprise."
…
Zhang Yu, now greatly expanded, devoured the shattered remains of Huangjin Warriors, digesting them in his core before expelling the refined Building Materials.
The Gang Qi surged forward, transporting these materials to every part of the Earth Giant, where the Wuxiang Force began forging them into a new skeleton.
As the internal frame took shape, the Earth Giant grew stronger. Its internal power transmission began to resemble that of a living being.
Zhang Yu knew: the attacks would only grow fiercer. He had to accelerate. He had to evolve fast—within this exam itself.
He tempered materials, forged bones. The Earth Giant grew heavier, slower—but its power grew monstrous.
Even the ashes of the Ying family were ground into the core, enhanced through the Xueji Method to amplify strength.
Zhang Yu was building this Earth Giant into a mobile fortress.
As he worked with the ashes of his kin, Ying Xin’s Great-Grandfather felt a warmth in his heart.
"Father… we’re fighting side by side again."
"Family ashes… so warm."
And as Zhang Yu kept reinforcing the Earth Giant, he began crafting something else.
When the final, most devastating assault arrived, he seized the armor plates forged from the Huangjin Warrior remnants—ripped them from the ground—and slammed them onto the Earth Giant’s body.
In an instant, the towering 30-meter giant transformed—now clad in full warplate, a divine general in armor.
Zhang Yu no longer called it the Earth Giant.
Nor was Wuxiang Force a fitting name.
He decided—this was Wuxiang Lingjiang.
Boom!
A Divine Thunder Armor projectile, fired from afar, struck Wuxiang Lingjiang’s chest with terrifying penetration.
Had this been the Earth Giant Zhang Yu had first created with Xiao Sanhe, it would have shattered instantly.
But now—amidst a deafening explosion—Wuxiang Lingjiang’s chest armor merely bore a blackened scar, slightly dented.
With his Gang Qi and skeletal structure, Wuxiang Lingjiang stood firm, unyielding.
This incredible defense meant Zhang Yu no longer needed to constantly pull Mud and Sand to repair his body.
Now, Xiao Sanhe could focus entirely on driving Wuxiang Lingjiang’s movement and maintaining its structure.
This wasn’t just raw strength—it was precision in design and operation.
Wuxiang Lingjiang trembled. Beneath its armor, the body grew finer, more detailed.
With Zhang Yu’s Martial Dao Subtlety and the Martial Dao Holy Body enhancement, the rough Mud and Sand now clung to the bones like real flesh.
Combined with the flowing Wuxiang Yun’gang, the Wuxiang Lingjiang now felt alive—no longer a statue, but a giant version of Zhang Yu himself.
Boom!
Step. Shoulders drop. Elbow drive. Palm strike!
The Mud and Sand flesh twisted and vibrated like steel cables, unleashing explosive force.
With a palm charged with Gang Qi, a Huangjin Warrior over ten meters tall shattered like a porcelain statue.
In that moment, Zhang Yu unleashed the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm—a technique born from his Wuxiang Lingjiang.
Roar!
The Wuxiang Lingjiang bellowed. Gang Qi gathered in its mouth.
At its dantian, several Liaoyuan Platforms ignited—lightning and fire blazing, striking Zhang Yu’s Wuxiang Yun’gang.
Beyond bones and armor, Zhang Yu had also built fortifications within the Wuxiang Lingjiang.
Now, the Liaoyuan Platforms spewed lightning and fire, channeled through Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin, and erupted from Wuxiang Lingjiang’s mouth—a thick, blazing line that swept across the battlefield, obliterating the Yellow Turban Army a hundred meters away.
…
On the Flying Barge, Director Gao smiled faintly.
"No wonder he’s my Civil Engineering Department prodigy. His construction mastery has reached its peak."
"This isn’t just raw power—it’s genius in design. Zhang Yu has fused his strength into a single, unstoppable force—1+1 becoming far more than 2."
Beside him, Xi Yun Zhenjun mused silently:
"Construction techniques applied to martial arts… yet in the end, it’s still Alchemy at its core. This boy’s soul… has truly become the shape of Ciji."
(End of Chapter)
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