Chapter 432: The Outcome Is Clear
"To secure the Military License, I must establish an absolute advantage."
"With that advantage, I will dominate this exam—leaving no chance for anyone else."
This was Ping Han’s unwavering resolve.
He didn’t know how others were performing.
But if someone else managed to preserve the Array Eye’s Integrity at 100%, he wouldn’t be surprised.
To ensure his edge beyond doubt,
he made a decision:
He wouldn’t just protect the Array Eye at 100%.
He would unleash everything—completely annihilate the Huangjin Army before Exam End.
But achieving that within the time limit was no easy task.
He needed not only full power, but a decisive, overwhelming destructive force.
With thunderous explosions echoing across the battlefield, the earth split open. Massive fissures erupted like the stroke of an invisible giant blade, carving a vast rectangular slab from the ground.
While fighting, Ping Han had built no elaborate defenses—instead, he focused on underground excavation.
He carved the land like slicing a cake, lifting a colossal block from beneath.
Now, as dust roared skyward, the severed terrain slowly rose—like a cake pulled from the earth by Ping Han’s own hands.
In his mind, scenes from his journey along the Xian Dao Road flashed past:
"Working a job won’t make you rich, nor will it break through Jin Dan. In the end, you’ll just waste your life, becoming mere Xian Dao Potential for others."
"To break through Jin Dan, you must get rich—fast."
"And to get rich? Only Crypto Trading works."
"Because for us in this era—especially for us poor cultivators—every other path to sudden wealth has been sealed off, one after another."
"It wasn’t that I chose Crypto Trading.
It was the era that chose it."
"Rather, Crypto Trading chose me.
Only through it do I have even a sliver of a chance to beat the rich."
"This is the last remaining immortal path left for the destitute."
"Poverty turns you into a ghost. Wealth makes you a true immortal.
A few years of Crypto Trading can yield results—far better than struggling for centuries, only to fade into a wisp of spirit."
With that thought, Ping Han laughed aloud, raising his voice:
"The Immortal Path Has No Way—Only Coins Are the Path! Seeking Coins, Even If Dead, My Heart Remains Iron! Today… I’ll gamble again!"
"Pulling Up Mountains!"
In an instant, with assets and contracts liquidated, Ping Han drained his last reserves, pushing every Spirit Artifact and Spirit Armor to their absolute peak efficiency.
Then, with a thunderous roar, the artifacts plunged into the earth—releasing power, exploding with force.
"Pulling Up Mountains!"
The horizon, already slowly rising under Xiao Sanhe’s influence, now trembled violently—then shot upward like a mountain erupting from the ground. The shadow spread rapidly, engulfing the entire Huangjin Army.
"Pulling Up Mountains!"
With veins bulging and martial energy surging uncontrollably, Ping Han roared, his body burning with energy at a speed that defied reason.
His bank account’s Lingbi flickered wildly—plummeting toward zero.
He raised both hands high, like a titan lifting the sky, eyes blazing as he stared down the enemy.
With a sudden, violent downward slam of his palms, he seemed to tear through every obstacle on Xian Dao Road—step by step, inching toward the summit.
Boom!
A cataclysmic explosion shook the world. The sky-darkening earth slammed down, threatening to crush everything in its path.
Rumbling waves of seismic force rippled across the battlefield—like a massive earthquake—sending visible shockwaves through the air.
The dust roared skyward, instantly blinding all.
…
Even the judges and guests aboard the Flying Barge were stunned.
“An all-or-nothing strike,” Xi Yun Zhenjun murmured. “The Civil Engineering Department’s Military License hasn’t seen a performance this spectacular in ages.”
“Ping Han’s victory is well-deserved.”
Director Gao, watching from afar, felt his spirit stir.
In that single blow, he sensed Ping Han’s will, his fire, his choice.
“Ping Han knows the risk of Crypto Trading.”
“But he still chooses to bet everything—again and again.”
“He doesn’t seek longevity. He doesn’t crave a slow, steady path.”
“He wants to burn it all—either become a ghost, or become a true immortal. He just wants it to be worth it.”
“Ping Han…” Director Gao sighed deeply.
He didn’t believe Ping Han’s path was right.
But in the face of such unwavering resolve, he no longer felt the need to argue.
He knew his words would be useless.
“May you go further, once you claim this license.”
But just then, Tian Xiang Zhenjun suddenly spoke:
“It’s not over.”
His elephantine trunk curled, fangs lengthening as excitement flared in his eyes.
“Zhang Yu has moved.”
“Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.”
“Is this exam still being fought?”
Not just Tian Xiang Zhenjun noticed.
One by one, the judges and guests turned their gaze—toward the other Examination Hall, toward Zhang Yu’s position.
…
Zhang Yu felt the faint tremors beneath the earth—clearly, another hall had erupted in battle.
Though he hadn’t seen it, the vibrations alone told him the scale of the attack—how ferocious, how terrifying, how earth-shattering.
“Someone else thought the same way?”
“Just protecting the Array Eye at 100% isn’t enough to guarantee the license.”
“When multiple candidates achieve 100% Integrity, the decision will come down to other factors.”
“And the number of Huangjin Warriors destroyed? That will be decisive.”
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhang Yu stood atop Wuxiang Lingjiang’s head, silently gathering his ultimate strike.
Within Wuxiang Lingjiang’s dantian, countless Liaoyuan Towers and Ningpo Towers activated in unison, unleashing torrents of lightning and cold light—floodfilling the 20 empty meridians within Zhang Yu’s Wuxiang Yun’gang.
With the Martial Dao Holy Body’s enhancement, the 20th-level Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin was perfectly activated—and through skillful force redirection, it amplified the incoming strikes.
Now, each surge of lightning and cold light, channeled through Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin, gained a second layer of power.
Meanwhile, the 20th-level Jianbao Jue had already activated multiple times during Zhang Yu’s consumption of Huangjin Warrior remnants.
He now knew every detail of their structure—every weakness, every flaw.
That knowledge would amplify his next strike yet again.
In the next instant, Zhang Yu clasped his hands together.
Xiao Sanhe surged to life—causing Wuxiang Lingjiang’s back to ripple violently.
"Hak!"
With a roar, Zhang Yu activated not only the Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal, but also pushed Da Huan Yishan Jin to the 20th level and Yutu Shengbian to level 10.
At that moment, Xiao Sanhe’s power surged to 16th level—causing Wuxiang Lingjiang’s body to instantly expand.
On the Flying Barge, everyone gasped.
A thought formed in their minds:
“Breakthrough? The Civil Engineering Seven Supreme Techniques… breaking through in battle?”
This first-layer breakthrough would further amplify Zhang Yu’s next assault.
At the same time, Zhanmo Yanshou Jue, Chunqiu Wujin Chan, and other techniques activated—each adding another layer of strength to his next move.
Then—Boom! Boom! Boom!
A sonic boom erupted.
With Xiao Sanhe at 16th level, amplified by the Martial Dao Holy Body, countless hands—of varying sizes—burst from Wuxiang Lingjiang’s back.
Under the control of the Fourfold Mind, the hands flooded the battlefield in endless waves, sweeping across all Huangjin Warriors.
Each palm unleashed the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm,
each filled with the power of Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin,
and under the precise control of Martial Dao Subtlety, each strike redirected and amplified by the forces from Liaoyuan Platforms and Ningpo Towers.
Deep within Wuxiang Lingjiang’s dantian, the towers continued their assault—channeling power through Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin.
With Shican Modong’s influence, time seemed to slow.
Every hand’s motion, every Huangjin Warrior’s movement—Zhang Yu saw it all.
Pulsing, explosive Gang Qi surged forward—hurled like a storm, striking the enemies’ weakest points.
Zhang Yu whispered in his heart:
“This move… I’ll call it…”
“Jiuxiao Yun Kong, Thousand-Hand Holy Martial Art!”
Every ounce of power had been refined through layers of enhancement.
Every technique, executed with surgical precision—targeting the enemy’s most vulnerable spots.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth trembled. Dust surged.
Dozens of hands, wrapped in white mist, fell like meteors across the battlefield.
Where their power struck, the Huangjin Warriors shattered—limbs torn, bodies ripped apart.
Craters from palm strikes littered the ground.
Only when Zhang Yu’s martial energy was nearly gone did the assault cease.
But as the crowd thought it over, Zhang Yu—standing atop Wuxiang Lingjiang—inhaled deeply.
In his mind, four white oxen raised their heads and bellowed to the heavens.
Pushed to the absolute limit, his battered body was stabilized through forced activation of vitality.
From his nearly empty dantian, with Qi Mai Chang Liu, he forcibly extracted martial energy from blood, stamina, and essence.
Zhang Yu spat out a mouthful of blood—then grinned, roaring in his heart:
“Damn it… body! Give me one more!”
As he switched Qi Mai Chang Liu back to Martial Dao Holy Body—
Jiuxiao Yun Kong, Thousand-Hand Holy Martial Art!
The second wave had already been prepared in the first.
Now, hands wrapped in mist—stained with Zhang Yu’s blood—shot into the sky.
As they descended, they burned like blazing meteors, striking the battlefield once more—just before Exam End.
(End of Chapter)
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