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Chapter 445: Want to know how I beat you?
From Wuxiang Lingjiang’s mouth, the Golden Thread Jade Disc spat out rays of solar fire, instantly striking Ping Han’s head.
In the next instant, Wuxiang Lingjiang’s body—composed of swirling sand and dust—twisted like thousands of steel rods coiling together, channeling the overwhelming surge of Gang Qi as it drove one palm forward toward Ping Han.
This palm carried not only Zhang Yu’s own strength, but also the profound mystery of Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin, unleashing all twenty accumulated strikes Zhang Yu had gathered during his grueling duel with Ping Han in a single, explosive release.
Thanks to the blessing of the Martial Dao Holy Body, the barrage of attacks had been continuously amplified and refined, culminating in a single, devastating palm strike forged from precision control and overwhelming force—crashing toward Ping Han with terrifying might.
And almost the instant the solar rays faded, Ping Han’s eyes met the colossal palm descending upon him.
The sheer pressure of the strike compressed the air, pressing down on his face like a physical weight, filling him with suffocating dread—like the very atmosphere had solidified under the force.
With a thunderous roar, Wuxiang Lingjiang’s palm seemed ready to tear a hole through the sky itself.
Boom!
The clash between Ping Han’s blade aura and Wuxiang Lingjiang’s palm unleashed a shockwave of explosive force, scattering clouds of mud and sand across the battlefield.
Wuxiang Lingjiang’s arm exploded instantly, disintegrating into a storm of dust and debris.
Ping Han’s body was flung backward like a bolt of black lightning, hurtling toward the ground.
Crack! Boom! Crash!
He ricocheted across the battlefield, smashing through the earth again and again, carving out deep craters in his path.
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, shifted his palm seals, summoning Xiao Sanhe to reassemble the sand and dust, reconstructing Wuxiang Lingjiang’s shattered arm.
At the same time, three Taiyi Jin Ye Dan—transformed into three radiant golden armors—shot forth like viscous golden droplets, instantly embedding themselves into Wuxiang Lingjiang’s body and spreading rapidly across its surface.
In moments, Wuxiang Lingjiang’s front was coated in a shimmering first layer of golden armor.
But before Zhang Yu could even finish the reinforcement, a thunderous rumble echoed from afar.
The Ping Han who had been flung away had already burst from the earth, shooting forward like a streak of black lightning.
Zhang Yu’s gaze swept over Ping Han’s armor—completely intact—and he muttered inwardly: “Damn. That’s tough.”
“Ordinary methods won’t break through this shell.”
Though he’d expected high-end armor to be resilient, Ping Han’s actual combat power and defensive capability still left Zhang Yu slightly stunned.
“Money really does buy power.”
Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor scanned Ping Han’s armor continuously, analyzing its structure.
He knew this armor’s outer shell was incredibly durable—resistant to extreme heat and cold, shockwaves, slashing attacks, Gang Qi, Dao Arts… anything.
Even techniques like Yuan Ci Jie Mai Shou, designed specifically to pierce spirit armors, would be useless against such thick, layered protection.
Zhang Yu thought: “I need something stronger. More targeted.”
Then—clang!—Ping Han’s blade aura, now a glowing green scythe, slammed into Wuxiang Lingjiang’s arm.
Ping Han sneered: “You really think this oversized brute can beat me?”
With a surge of Gang Qi beneath his feet, he leapt onto Wuxiang Lingjiang’s arm, sprinting up it like a spider, closing in on Zhang Yu with terrifying speed.
Zhang Yu clasped his palms together and spoke softly: “Ping Han… you’ve said enough.”
Pop! Crack! Bang!
As he spoke, Wuxiang Lingjiang’s body rippled, and several new arms—wrapped in glowing Taiyi Golden Fluid—burst forth like spears, lashing out toward the charging Ping Han.
Ping Han swung his green scythe in a wild storm, cutting through the golden hands one by one, shattering them mid-air like waves of golden water, splashing debris in all directions.
“Too weak! Too weak! Too weak! Zhang Yu!”
The two clashed violently across Wuxiang Lingjiang’s limbs, head, chest, and back—dancing through the air in a whirlwind of destruction.
Ping Han let out a furious cry: “Look at all your junk—how much is it worth? A hundred Lingbi?”
“With that kind of money, you dare to fight me?”
The entire battlefield became Zhang Yu’s weapon. Countless golden palm prints rained down on Ping Han from every direction.
But Ping Han laughed maniacally, slicing through every palm, shattering them like glass—ripping Wuxiang Lingjiang apart with the ferocity of a living shredder.
Amidst the chaos, Zhang Yu repaired Wuxiang Lingjiang as he retreated, coldly stating: “You think the money you make from crypto trading is truly yours?”
Ping Han sneered: “I earned it with my willpower! My wisdom! My vision! Why wouldn’t it be mine?”
Zhang Yu unleashed a torrent of Gang Qi, wrapping it around Ping Han’s blade aura, slowing his advance.
Zhang Yu: “Even without your wealth, I can still defeat you.”
Ping Han slashed furiously, roaring: “You’re poorer than me—how can you beat me?”
“Dream on!”
“Poor people should submit. They should lose. They can’t possibly stop the power of my Deposit!”
With a thunderous bellow, Ping Han’s body flared with blinding light—like a star rising in the sky.
“Human Dao Flood! Purge the world!”
From behind him, waves of light erupted—thousands upon thousands of Coin Price charts, trading data, bullish news, and the cries, thoughts, and desperate shouts of countless crypto traders.
In an instant, every corner of the air was filled with endless Qiongjiang Coin data—projected across the battlefield like a celestial flood, flooding the eyes of every spectator with dazzling light.
Each 0.1 seconds brought thousands of changes—like a million stars igniting across the heavens.
Under this overwhelming Lingjie effect—this Human Dao Flood—every spectator felt their Eye Armor strain beyond capacity.
Those with lower-tier Eye Armor, like Ji Hu, suffered immediate failure—shutting down and rebooting in their vision, their view flickering out.
“Too… too rich! I can’t see anything!”
“Wow… so rich! Ping Han really is rich! Even after transcending Lingjie, I can’t look at him!”
“This pressure… I can’t even bear to watch the battlefield!”
At the center of the battlefield, Zhang Yu’s vision went black. His mind surged with an overload of data—his brain overwhelmed in an instant.
As Zhang Yu’s form sank back into Wuxiang Lingjiang, Ping Han stepped forward, declaring: “It’s over, Zhang Yu.”
The oppressive aura slowly faded. The radiant light dimmed. Ping Han’s Deposit ceased burning.
With swift, precise strokes, he slashed through Wuxiang Lingjiang’s body, cutting it into pieces.
Thud!—Wuxiang Lingjiang’s arms were severed and flung aside.
“Zhang Yu,” Ping Han said coldly, “let me teach you one final lesson.”
“On this earth… poor people? They’re not even human.”
The blade flashed again, slicing through the incoming palm strikes and reducing Wuxiang Lingjiang’s body to scattered fragments.
Ping Han continued: “I broke through nine times, rebuilt myself nine times—rising from poverty to wealth. Only then did I become a true being.”
“You’re still far behind.”
Boom!
Wuxiang Lingjiang shattered completely, revealing Zhang Yu inside.
At that moment, the audience snapped back into focus.
Above the battlefield, a storm of text projections filled the sky—dozens of thousands of words, swirling and converging.
Break him! Bankrupt him! Break him! Break him! Destroy him! Break him!
All the messages coalesced into one final, overwhelming word: BANKRUPT.
At that moment, the collective malice of the crowd seemed to solidify into something tangible—willing to tear Zhang Yu apart, piece by piece, for daring to short Qiongjiang Coin.
Just as Ping Han raised his blade high, ready to deliver the final blow…
Zhang Yu clasped his palms together, speaking softly: “Ping Han… you wanted to know how I beat you?”
“Here’s how.”
In that instant, the scattered remnants of Wuxiang Lingjiang—those broken, scattered pieces—suddenly came alive, each bursting with fierce Gang Qi.
Simultaneously, countless points across Ping Han’s body flared to life within Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor.
These were the precise weaknesses—identified through Jianbao Jue, after analyzing the structure of Ping Han’s armor and spirit armor in perfect tandem.
The broken fragments, now supported by Xiao Sanhe and Wuxiang Yun’gang, had reformed into a vast, endless swarm of palm prints—surrounding Ping Han from all directions.
Having fallen and scattered just moments before, they had seized every strategic position—closing every gap, locking Ping Han in an inescapable web of attack.
And within each palm strike—was the full force of the twenty strikes Ping Han had just unleashed.
Jiuxiao Yun Kong, Thousand-Hand Holy Martial Art!
Now amplified by the combined strength of both Zhang Yu and Ping Han, the onslaught struck—overwhelming Ping Han in an instant.
He was driven down into the earth, buried beneath a tidal wave of force.
(End of Chapter)
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