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Chapter 433: Expert Commentary
Above the Examination Hall, Zhang Yu’s body erupted in swirling crimson mist.
At the final moment of the exam, Zhang Yu unleashed two consecutive ultimate techniques, unleashing overwhelming power—yet at the cost of pushing his body to a state of unprecedented exhaustion.
When the trembling of the earth finally ceased and the battlefield fell utterly silent, the Wuxiang Lingjiang beneath Zhang Yu’s feet began to crumble.
The mud and sand, once so lifelike they seemed like real flesh and blood, disintegrated the instant they lost Zhang Yu’s spiritual command. They shattered into dust, scattering across the air like ash.
At the same time, Zhang Yu—once standing atop the Wuxiang Lingjiang—began to fall.
In that final surge, every ounce of his martial energy, every thread of gang qi, every fiber of muscle in his body had poured itself into the techniques. Even his mind, pushed to its limit by the dual influence of multiple thought patterns and the Shican Modong, had been strained to absolute breaking point.
The brain, muscles, organs—every part of his physical form, overworked beyond endurance, paid a devastating price.
It was like a sword pushed to its absolute limit in battle: the blade would inevitably wear down, chip, or even fracture.
Zhang Yu’s body now resembled a torture victim—widespread muscle damage, shattered bones, ruptured meridians, and internal organs bleeding profusely.
As the Wuxiang Lingjiang collapsed, Zhang Yu staggered slightly, then plummeted toward the ground.
He tried to twist his waist, to adjust his fall, but found not a single ounce of strength remained.
In that moment, Zhang Yu realized a crucial truth brought forth by his Martial Dao Subtlety.
He let out a bitter laugh, his mind whispering: "With my control, to squeeze every last drop from my body… it really does leave me utterly spent. Not even enough strength to twitch a finger."
Just as his thoughts drifted, a soft whoosh cut through the smoke.
A figure emerged from the haze, landing before him.
Director Gao gently caught Zhang Yu mid-fall. Gazing at the boy’s bloodied, ravaged form, he sighed inwardly. "Good child. Now rest well."
Feeling Zhang Yu’s startled gaze, Director Gao spoke calmly: "Don’t worry. The exam time has ended. I’ve arrived on time."
Turning to the side, he called out: "Is there any Zheng Shen present? Please escort this candidate for treatment."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu struggled to speak: "L-L... Teacher… no need to treat…"
Director Gao cut him off with a steady tone: "Relax. Don’t worry about the cost. The medical fees are on me."
Deng Bingding materialized beside them, smiling. "Director Gao, I’ll take him for treatment."
As he looked at Director Gao, Deng Bingding thought to himself: "Zhang Yu’s designated mentor is Ciji Zhenjun, isn’t it? This Director Gao…"
Director Gao frowned slightly. "Is there something else?"
Deng Bingding smiled faintly. "Nothing at all. Nothing at all."
Once Zhang Yu was safely taken away by Deng Bingding, Director Gao turned toward the Flying Barge. In an instant, his form flickered—and vanished into thin air within the Examination Hall.
…
Meanwhile, as the examinees were evacuated, Zheng Shen began to appear one by one above the Examination Hall, starting the cleanup of the battlefield, assessing damage, and compiling data.
On the Flying Barge, the judges and guests were replaying the battle footage.
Especially the scenes of Ping Han and Zhang Yu dominated the view of every expert’s Eye Armor.
Xi Yun Zhenjun spoke quietly: "What are your thoughts?"
The Fifth-Rank Divine Geng Chen Yi replied: "Ping Han has been forged through years of relentless training. His Dao Heart is as unyielding as stone. Today, he finally unleashed his full potential—truly sweeping the field."
"Especially that final Pulling Up Mountains strike—no one present could have stood against it."
Other experts nodded in agreement, clearly convinced that the Military License should belong to Ping Han.
But then, Tian Xiang Zhenjun’s trunk curled slightly, his tusks vibrating as he spoke: "Are you certain no one could stand against it? I’d say Zhang Yu could."
The professor from Tianyao University chuckled. "Zhang Yu’s martial talent clearly surpasses all other examinees."
"Even the most mundane martial technique, when in his hands, becomes miraculous."
"Take his Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm—originally just a basic external martial art. But combined with Xiao Sanhe, it unleashed devastating power."
"And then there’s Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin, a Pre-Military-Grade martial art. Every bit of force he exerts is amplified twelvefold. Just with that single move, no student here could break through his defense."
Several experts nodded, acknowledging the validity of Tian Xiang Zhenjun’s assessment.
Lin Director watched the two judges—once amicable—now engaging in sharp debate. He sighed inwardly.
"The Military License carries such weight. The stakes and interests involved are enough to spark conflict among even the most balanced factions."
"Tian Xiang Zhenjun clearly doesn’t want Ping Han to claim the license. It would threaten Tianyao University’s position in the upcoming Civil Engineering inter-school competition. After all, Ping Han’s Seven Absolute Techniques are complete. If he obtains the license, he’ll soon master the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power."
"The difference between possessing Military-Grade martial arts and not is night and day."
"Once Ping Han pairs with Mo Ejin… the threat to Tianyao University would be immense."
"And Geng Chen Yi—this Zheng Shen has served Wanfa University for years. His support for Ping Han may simply be to secure a first-place finish for the Civil Engineering Department, boosting his own record… or is there something deeper?"
He turned his gaze to Xi Yun Zhenjun. "What is Xi Yun Zhenjun truly after? Does he also favor Ping Han—wanting him to team up with Mo Ejin to secure a victory for the department?"
Just as Lin Director pondered, Tian Xiang Zhenjun continued: "Now look at Zhang Yu’s final surge."
With a flick of his finger, the Light Screen enlarged, replaying Zhang Yu’s final sweeping strike against the entire squad of Huangjin Warriors.
"Observe this move… and this one…"
Tian Xiang Zhenjun traced the screen, highlighting the precise moments where Zhang Yu’s palm strikes distorted the bodies of the Huangjin Warriors.
"To absorb the strength of defensive structures, to combine it with his own physical power, to layer in his gang qi, and finally, to integrate all of it into a single martial technique—then unleash it through Xiao Sanhe as a giant’s fury."
"Each layer of force was stacked upon the last, compounding the destruction—masterfully executed, at the peak of perfection."
"And to do all this while precisely targeting the vital points of each enemy—each strike delivering maximum damage with minimal effort… that is already beyond extraordinary."
"To repeat this feat hundreds of times in just a few moments… under such conditions, even for the most advanced examinees, it would be virtually impossible."
Several guests, who hadn’t analyzed Zhang Yu’s final assault in such depth, now listened intently—and immediately grasped the astonishing precision and mastery behind it.
Deng Bingding, guiding Zhang Yu toward treatment, listened to the commentary. Glancing at the half-conscious Zhang Yu beside him, he murmured: "This performance… is even more impressive than I’d guessed."
Lin Director listened to Tian Xiang Zhenjun’s words and thought: "That elephant spirit… is he really trying to push Zhang Yu toward the Military License?"
"Of course. Once Zhang Yu masters the Seven Absolute Techniques and fully cultivates the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, Mo Ejin will already be graduated. Then, the threat to Tianyao University will vanish forever."
Meanwhile, Director Gao had returned to the Flying Barge. Hearing Tian Xiang Zhenjun’s analysis, he nodded silently.
"Zhang Yu… this kid really scared me."
"Regardless of whether he wins the license, he’s officially becoming my disciple from now on."
At that moment, another guest spoke: "Zhang Yu is impressive, but Ping Han could achieve the same result through sheer force alone."
"After this exam, Ping Han’s power will keep rising. His potential, his ceiling, even his Dao Heart—everything surpasses Zhang Yu’s."
Another guest countered: "Zhang Yu gave everything he had. That kind of effort still costs a fortune in medical treatment. Isn’t that also risking everything? I’d say both have hearts as unyielding as stone. If Zhang Yu had Ping Han’s wealth, his strength would be far beyond his."
The first speaker waved a hand dismissively: "That’s flawed logic. Wealth, crypto trading—those are part of strength. What’s the point of ‘if’?"
Director Gao stood silently, not interrupting.
He listened to the experts and professors arguing, watching them fiercely debate which of the two—Ping Han or Zhang Yu—was more deserving of the Military License.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Too bad we can’t record this."
"Otherwise, I’d definitely send it to Ciji. Let her see how these experts are arguing over which of my two disciples is better."
As the debate grew more heated, Xi Yun Zhenjun’s form shimmered—clouds and lightning flashing, a crushing aura radiating from him. Thunder roared, drowning out all voices.
The thunder itself shaped into Xi Yun Zhenjun’s voice: "The Military License exam judges only this performance. Past experiences, future potential—irrelevant. Stay on topic."
Geng Chen Yi nodded. "Indeed. Only the present display matters. The data has been compiled."
The Light Screen flickered—then displayed the statistics of each examinee.
Geng Chen Yi pointed to the top-ranked name: "Ping Han achieved the highest construction output, the widest destruction radius. Winning the Military License? No controversy at all."
(End of Chapter)
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