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Chapter 443: Zhang Yu, What Right Do You Have to Compete With Me?
(Thanks to 'Wang Zi' for the Archon Sponsorship)
Though the arena appeared empty, it was actually brimming with the collective consciousness of countless spectators—fueled by Ling Realm presence and live streaming.
Su Yanyang watched the match unfold, silently musing: "A clash between the two prodigies of Coin Path—this is ultimately about who has more money. Either way, it’ll only drive more people to buy Qiongjiang Coin."
His gaze drifted to Ji Yuanchi standing beside Ping Han. "No surprise he’s so eager to switch to the Finance Department. That kind of gambling spirit is unmistakable."
Then, he heard Zhang Yu’s voice—once again denying any involvement in Crypto Trading. A flicker of doubt crossed Su Yanyang’s face.
"Is he serious… or just bluffing?"
Behind Ping Han, Ji Yuanchi stood with four teammates.
At first, after Ping Han joined, Ji Yuanchi had seriously considered quitting the team. But then, a realization struck him: "Who wins this battle no longer matters."
"Both sides own Qiongjiang Coin. No matter who triumphs, it’s like pouring oil on fire—this will only push Qiongjiang Coin’s popularity even higher across Wanfa University’s First Layer."
With that clarity, Ji Yuanchi made his move. He emptied his entire Wealth reserve, going all-in with a 100x leverage bet on Qiongjiang Coin.
Once his Xian Dao Potential was drained, he knew he was trapped—no funds left to buy a Substitute Position on another team.
"It doesn’t matter. As long as Qiongjiang Coin explodes, I can slowly rebuild my Comprehensive Score."
"After all, competition comes every year. But opportunities like this? They don’t come around twice."
He wasn’t alone in thinking this.
Countless others shared the same mindset—until Zhang Yu openly declared he wasn’t into Crypto Trading.
For days, rumors had swirled. Zhang Yu himself felt helpless.
"Who the hell started spreading this nonsense? Saying I’m trading Qiongjiang Coin, even leveraged 100x?"
Recalling Director Gao’s instructions, Zhang Yu raised his voice:
"Qiongjiang Coin’s value is unstable. It relies too heavily on market confidence—and it’s overwhelmingly concentrated in Hehuan University’s hands. It’s dangerously easy to manipulate."
"This kind of high-risk investment? I won’t touch it."
"Ping Han, I advise you to cash out now while you’re ahead. Don’t end up bankrupt again."
"This coin has risen for too long. The risk is now sky-high."
The moment Zhang Yu finished speaking, chaos erupted within the Ling Realm.
Instantly, someone spent real money to project bold subtitles directly above Zhang Yu’s head.
> "You never warned us during all those years of ups and downs. Now everyone’s making money—suddenly you’re the alarmist?"
> "You don’t trade crypto? Then shut up. Don’t speak in fields you don’t understand!"
> "How dare someone like this hold a Military License. A disgrace to Wanfa University!"
> "Qingqing Coin has skyrocketed, but you’re scared of risk? Qiongjiang Coin hasn’t even been up long—why are you suddenly warning about danger?"
> "Zhang Yu, show your actual holdings!"
Just moments ago, spectators had been laughing and chatting. Now, the Ling Realm had turned into a storm of fury—waves of venomous hatred crashing down on Zhang Yu, as if ready to tear him apart.
Zhang Yu glanced at the barrage of text floating above him, then at the frantic data streams flashing in his Eye Armor. He sighed, shaking his head.
Fujie chuckled. "You’re the one who stepped on the brakes now. Of course you’ll get roasted."
Zhang Yu shrugged. "Whatever. Director Gao told me to do it. I did. Let them yell. It won’t hurt me."
But the moment Ping Han raised a hand, the storm of abuse abruptly quieted.
With one finger pointed at the Coin Price chart, the other at his chest, Ping Han declared:
"While Zhang Yu was spouting nonsense, our Qiongjiang Coin rose another 0.01 Lingbi."
OHHHHHHHHH!!!
A roar of ecstasy erupted across the Ling Realm.
Arms outstretched, Ping Han stood as if embracing the void, confidence radiating from every pore.
"When Qiongjiang Coin hit 0.1 Lingbi, people doubted it would rise."
"At 1 Lingbi, they said it would crash."
"Even at 10 Lingbi, many told me to pull out."
"But the facts speak for themselves. They were all wrong."
"And we’re not done. We’re going to keep winning!"
As he spoke, the projection behind him—his Investment Guidance Group’s entry into the Group Chat—brightened dramatically.
The cheers grew deafening.
Above Ping Han, countless fans poured money into projecting their messages:
> "Qiongjiang Coin to 10,000 Lingbi!"
> "Ping Han, smash that black-mouthed fool!"
> "I want to see Zhang Yu on his knees!"
In an instant, the tide turned.
The crowd’s support for Ping Han was absolute—while Zhang Yu was now the target of a merciless, united fury.
And soon, the attack shifted from Zhang Yu to the entire Competition Team.
Che Yufei, Shi Yunxiang, and others watched the Eye Armor’s data streams flicker wildly.
At that moment, every team member could feel the boiling rage and hostility pouring in from the audience.
Shi Yunxiang felt a dull ache in his skull. "Why did Zhang Yu have to stir this up?"
Yu Xinghan scanned the Ling Realm. "There’s clear sign of paid commentators. Too many orchestrated reactions."
Then, the referee’s signal rang out.
The two teams, who had previously stood at the entrance, surged forward into the arena.
To reduce cost and increase intensity, the original two-half match format had been scrapped. Now, it was one continuous battle—both teams simultaneously constructing and defending. The winner would be determined by Construction Completion Rate.
As soon as they reached the Construction Site, Ping Han turned to Ji Yuanchi and the others.
"You four stay here and build. The rest is mine."
He didn’t wait for their response.
With a flash, he shot forward—like a comet streaking toward Zhang Yu.
Ping Han had no interest in dragging his teammates along. He wanted to defeat Zhang Yu alone—then crush his entire team.
He wanted the experts, professors, and university leaders to see.
To witness clearly: he was the true heir to the Civil Engineering Department’s Military License.
And watching the constant influx of Group Chat messages on his Eye Armor, he realized—this was a golden opportunity to promote himself, and his Guidance Group.
"Zhang Yu, thank you for attacking Qiongjiang Coin."
"The more you oppose this tide, the faster it grows. The faster it rises, the faster I rise."
Meanwhile, Ji Yuanchi watched Ping Han vanish into the distance.
A surge of Qi Yun washed over him—powerful, overwhelming.
"Even just as Ping Han’s teammate, I’m soaking up so much Qi. If he were a true Finance Department prodigy… or even the Qiongjiang God himself… what kind of divine power would he command every second?"
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Ping Han arrived on the battlefield—only to find Zhang Yu standing alone, facing him.
"Just you?" Ping Han sneered.
"One is enough," Zhang Yu replied coolly.
He knew this was Director Gao’s intention.
If he needed help from teammates to beat Ping Han, how could he prove the worth of his Military License?
And Zhang Yu suspected Ping Han had the same plan.
Ping Han, aware the entire world was watching, deliberately raised his voice:
"They say you killed more enemies in the Military License Exam Hall, which is why you beat me."
"Today, I won’t test construction. Let’s see who’s better at fighting."
He clapped his hands together—then slammed one palm forward.
The ground beneath him surged like a tsunami, erupting in a wall of mud and sand that surged toward Zhang Yu like a storm.
Zhang Yu countered with Xiao Sanhe, his palm descending like a crushing hammer.
The oncoming deluge of mud and sand exploded into the air, torn apart by an invisible force.
A thunderous blast erupted, sending shockwaves in all directions—clouds of dust and debris swirling like a sandstorm.
The battlefield became a maelstrom of chaos—two titans locked in combat, their clash shaking the earth.
"Good!" Ping Han roared, his voice cutting through the storm.
"Not a waste of my investment."
"The money was worth it."
From the dust, streaks of light shot forth—blinding, metallic, like living serpents.
They wrapped around Ping Han’s body with terrifying precision.
"Armor?" Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes.
He recognized it instantly.
Armor—a relic from ancient times, a rare type of Spirit Artifact.
It was something Zhang Yu knew of, but had never seen in Kunxu.
Because it was designed solely for battle—too specialized, too niche for most people in Kunxu.
Ping Han spoke coldly: "Yes. This Tianyuan Armor was prepared specifically for this fight."
Now, Ping Han was encased in thick, layered First Layer armor—black as night, glowing with constellations tracing the celestial paths.
The patterns aligned with the body’s 36 meridians, pulsing with Gang Qi as his Martial Energy flowed through them.
At the joints, thick, sinewy tendons coiled like ancient dragons, radiating waves of hot, living energy.
Zhang Yu understood: this armor meant greater mass, heavier weight—but also vastly higher Martial Energy reserves, more modular functions, and far greater Xian Dao power.
All advantages that ordinary Spirit Armor simply couldn’t match.
Huff!
Ping Han exhaled—and a wave of heat surged from his mouth, raising the temperature around him.
Simultaneously, the Coin Price and chart projections that had once floated on his skin were now repositioned onto the armor’s outer surface.
As the price on his chest flashed 16.88, the Ling Realm erupted in cheers.
"Qiongjiang Coin to 10,000 Lingbi!"
"Ping Han, crush the enemy!"
"Let’s see Zhang Yu beg for mercy!"
Ping Han turned to Zhang Yu, voice dripping with contempt:
"Zhang Yu… you may have a Military License, but you don’t trade crypto. That means your innate wealth-generating ability is weaker than mine. Your Xian Dao Potential ceiling is lower. So… what right do you have to fight me?"
(End of Chapter)
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