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Chapter 444: Surrender to Me! (Please Vote for Me)
A torrent of crimson Gang Qi erupted from behind Ping HanArmor, and with a sudden burst of acceleration, he tore through the air, instantly appearing before Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu’s entire body was enveloped in swirling Wuxiang Yun’gang, the mist swirling violently around him like a storm cloud.
Boom!
Zhang Yu blocked the attack, but the sheer force of Ping Han’s punch sent him flying backward with brutal impact.
“Back during the Military License Exam, I prepared that set of Spirit Artifacts just to boost my construction efficiency,” Zhang Yu said, voice calm despite the strain.
The original Ping Han already possessed formidable strength thanks to his Spirit Armor. Now, powered by the Armor’s amplification, he had further enhanced both his Spirit Armor and physical body, surging forward like a meteor, repeatedly slamming Zhang Yu into the ground.
“Yet on the exam field, they said my kill count was insufficient.”
A deafening shriek split the air as Zhang Yu’s feet gouged a trench over a hundred meters long across the earth. Looking up, he saw Ping Han’s next punch already hurtling toward him.
“Fine. If you want to test raw combat power, then I’ll switch to full combat gear. What do you have left to fight me with?”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A blur of black lightning streaked across the battlefield—Ping Han had become a tempest of motion, tearing through the air with every strike aimed at Zhang Yu.
“I have the resilience and courage to endure repeated bankruptcies. I have the vision and wisdom to read the Crypto Trading market. I’ve forged a Dao Heart unbroken by hardship over years. And now, I have the Qi Yun riding the surge of Qiongjiang Coin!”
“You lack all of that. No accumulation. No boldness in Crypto Trading. No insight into Qiongjiang Coin’s rise. How can you possibly compete with me?”
With the Tianyuan Armor enhancing him, Ping Han’s body continuously emitted and absorbed Gang Qi, drawing in the atmosphere and amplifying his speed across every axis.
Meanwhile, the Gang Qi spewing from the Armor shifted colors, cycling through nine hues—each representing a different form of damage: extreme heat, intense cold, electromagnetic disruption, cutting force, vibration waves, and more.
His Spinal, Leg, and Hand Spirit Armors each independently activated a 20th-Level Combat Technique, allowing him to unleash his full potential in every direction.
Boom!
Another collision of Gang Qi. Zhang Yu’s Wuxiang Yun’gang shattered instantly, revealing the truth beneath—the figure wrapped in golden armor.
“Zhang Yu! I’m richer than you, better at making money, and I have greater Xian Dao Potential!”
“Whether in construction or combat, I can switch tactics at will—and I’ll always remain above you!”
Ping Han roared, “Don’t you see yet? You’re still not surrendering!”
Above the arena, countless projected words materialized in the sky—like a thousand voices screaming in unison.
Submit! Submit! Submit! Kneel! Submit!
With a final, thunderous blow, Ping Han’s fist smashed down on the golden-armored figure, tearing it apart into a thousand fragments.
...
In the Ling Realm surrounding the arena, Ye Xingli had also descended a projection, watching Zhang Yu’s battle with Ping Han.
She was deeply curious about Zhang Yu—her master’s most favored disciple.
“Ping Han has grown strong,” she mused internally. “He’s already at the peak of the Military-Grade Power tier below the top.”
“Zhang Yu only just obtained his Military License. He hasn’t even mastered a Military-Grade Technique yet.”
“This match is between two equals. It should reveal just how deep Zhang Yu’s foundation truly is.”
Just as she thought this, another projection appeared beside her.
“Xingli? You’re here too?”
Turning, Ye Xingli smiled upon seeing the figure.
Before her stood a metallic, clockwork automaton—the projection of Yan Qianji, the top student of the Alchemy Department, a direct disciple of a Hua Shen God, and master of multiple Military-Grade Powers.
Yan Qianji, in his mechanical form, gazed at the battlefield, his voice tinged with surprise.
“Hmm?”
Watching Zhang Yu endure wave after wave of Ping Han’s onslaught, Yan Qianji murmured, “Indeed, a rare gem.”
He tilted his head, curious. “Zhang Yu’s a pure Physical Body. Either he’s planning a custom Spirit Armor, or he’s aiming to sell his flesh. Which is it?”
Ye Xingli recalled Zhang Yu’s cultivation alchemy technique—something she chose not to reveal.
“I’m not sure myself,” she said casually.
Yan Qianji stroked his chin. “A top-grade celestial treasure. I’d love to see how it would perform on him.”
“If he has any surplus parts, let me know. I’ll pay top price.”
Ye Xingli nodded. Then she asked, “You’ve been deep in the Tian Ri Huang Shen update project. Why come watch this match?”
She knew Tian Ri Huang Shen—the Alchemy Department’s Military-Grade Spirit Artifact—was constantly being refined each year, evolving with new Immortal Dao Technologies, maintaining its elite rank among the Top Ten Sects.
But every artifact had its ceiling. So the Alchemy Department was always pushing forward, developing stronger, newer breakthroughs.
Yan Qianji answered, “This isn’t just about Zhang Yu and Ping Han—or even the Civil Engineering Department.”
“Finance Department has been stoking this fire.”
“Finance Department?” Ye Xingli blinked. “They’re hyping Qiongjiang Coin?”
Yan Qianji sneered. “What do you expect from those bloodsucking zombies in Finance? Anything for Lingbi—allying with outside forces, betraying school interests—none of it is a problem. Any hesitation? That’s a flaw in their Dao Heart.”
Beyond profit, Yan Qianji understood this was also a power struggle among the school’s elite.
“Zhang Yu is a student of the Civil Engineering Department, yes—but he was personally selected by Xi Yun Zhenjun in the Military License Exam Hall. If Ping Han defeats him now… whose face is being slapped?”
He knew Zhang Yu couldn’t lose his license to Ping Han. That would violate the school’s protocols, even the Heavenly Court’s authority.
But in the eyes of the school’s top leadership—especially the three Hua Shen Principals—Xi Yun Zhenjun would be seen as having misjudged a disciple. That stain would be hard to wash away.
And for the university’s elite, sometimes one impression could decide the fate of a thousand futures.
As Yan Qianji spoke, a golden light burst forth from the Ling Realm.
A voice, ancient and majestic, rang out.
“Qianji, your misunderstanding of the Finance Department runs deep. How could we ever betray our school for Lingbi?”
“This Qiongjiang Coin surge? We’re taking Wanfa University’s students out to harvest profits from Hehuan University.”
Ye Xingli turned. A figure in golden robes appeared—aged beyond recognition, skin wrinkled to the point of decay, radiating an aura of extreme senility.
She recognized him instantly.
Jiutian Liu. Another Hua Shen Disciple.
She knew the real Jiutian Liu wasn’t like this—this frail, ancient form was merely his Ling Realm projection.
After all, the older one became, the more expensive longevity became. To reach such extreme age—beyond human limits—was a privilege of the ultra-wealthy. Only the rich could afford to live this long.
Jiutian Liu smiled warmly at the battlefield.
“Who would’ve thought Zhang Yu would actually advise against investing in Qiongjiang Coin? Ah… if he loses now, the students’ enthusiasm will only grow stronger.”
Yan Qianji remained calm. “Zhang Yu isn’t necessarily going to lose.”
Jiutian Liu glanced at the battlefield—Zhang Yu, utterly crushed, finally shattered by Ping Han’s final punch.
“Is that so?” he said, voice light.
“Qianji, care to place a bet?”
Yan Qianji’s voice was icy. “I don’t gamble.”
...
Meanwhile, with Ping Han’s final punch, the golden-armored figure before him collapsed.
Though the Taiyi Jin Ye Dan-formed armor remained intact, the figure within shattered like a burst balloon—unable to sustain the suit any longer.
As waves of Gang Qi dispersed, the golden armor slowly settled to the ground.
The truth was clear: the one Ping Han had destroyed wasn’t Zhang Yu’s true body. It was merely a Wuxiang Force in golden armor.
In the next instant, two more golden-armored figures erupted from the earth—one from ahead, one from behind—launching simultaneous attacks at Ping Han from opposite directions.
Zhang Yu now wielded three Taiyi Jin Ye Dan. That was why he could use one golden warrior to draw fire, while launching two more to strike.
“Which one is real?”
“Which one is fake?”
Ping Han’s Eye Armor scanned both figures. Then he smirked.
“Doesn’t matter.”
He raised one hand, palm facing forward. A surge of Gang Qi erupted from the Armor’s palm nozzle, forming a crescent-shaped blade of pure energy.
The blade flickered through nine colors, each layer of Gang Qi merging into the next—until the final form emerged: a blade of emerald green.
“Zhang Yu,” Ping Han said, “your ability to parry and redirect force is impressive.”
“But you have one fatal flaw—strong against blunt force, weak against sharp cutting.”
“If you won’t surrender, then let me say it clearly…”
“Surrender to me!”
20th-Level Jiuxiao Biluo Scythe activated!
This technique—born from a martial master’s reflections on the rise and fall of stock markets—carried the essence of years in the financial world: the cold blade, the silent kill, the bloodless slaughter.
Ping Han instantly recognized its resonance with his own soul. He wielded it with flawless precision.
Now, powered by his Physical Body, Spirit Armor, and the Armor itself, the emerald blade descended from the heavens—like a divine scythe cleaving through the sky.
The concentrated Gang Qi carried a razor-sharp edge, capable of piercing through Gang Qi defenses, slicing through Martial Energy at its root, and severing the very foundation of the opponent’s cultivation.
The next strike—Emerald Blade Qi—fell.
One slash. A hundred meters of dust split cleanly in two. Both golden-armored warriors were severed in half, their inner Gang Qi exploding into fragments.
As the two warriors shattered, the ground beneath Ping Han trembled violently.
Seizing the moment while the golden warriors held him distracted, Zhang Yu completed the first phase of crafting his Wuxiang Lingjiang.
With a thunderous crack, a figure ten meters tall burst from the earth beneath him.
Wuxiang Lingjiang roared—a beast of pure spiritual force—and unleashed a blazing beam of light from its maw, swallowing Ping Han whole.
(End of Chapter)
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