Chapter 463: Defeating Chan Rong
As vast stretches of rock exploded one after another under Chan Rong’s relentless assault, a towering cloud of dust surged into the sky, obscuring the arena like a veil of First Layer mist.
Meanwhile, in the Ling Realm’s Audience Stand.
Wan Gouxuan from Xianbing University stared at the swirling dust rising from the battlefield, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
Beside him floated a Ling projection of a longsword—a spectral figure representing Yue Guanqiong, the top student from Tianjian University’s Civil Engineering Department.
Yue Guanqiong spoke coldly: “Why hasn’t Mo Ejin shown up yet?”
“I thought that, after nearly being eliminated in the last round, Wanfa University would’ve pooled every last coin just to get Mo Ejin on the field.”
He scoffed. “I’ve been looking forward to facing him again—watching him lead Wanfa University all the way, only to clash with me in the end.”
The memory of last year’s humiliation still burned in his heart. Mo Ejin had shattered their entire Flying Sword team with a single, merciless sweep.
Especially the memory of his own Human-Sword Unity sword—the intelligent spirit that had accompanied him through countless nights of cultivation.
He remembered Mo Ejin’s massive hand, crushing the sword before his eyes.
He remembered the sword spirit being torn from its vessel, flung into the Civil Engineering Department’s Spirit Artifact, then brutally abused by a Construction Site Soul Cultivator—filled with garbage data until it was nearly destroyed.
Even now, the rescued spirit remained unstable. It vibrated uncontrollably whenever it re-entered the sword, mistaking itself for a construction site’s vibrator.
For Yue Guanqiong, whose Dao Heart was deeply bonded with his sword, this was a wound that refused to heal.
Each time he recalled it, rage surged through him.
Mo Ejin!
That year of relentless study, desperate borrowing, and grueling labor—every sacrifice had been for this moment: to stand against Mo Ejin and crush him.
Now, he had the confidence. He only needed one more chance to face Wanfa University.
At that moment, Wan Gouxuan spoke beside him: “I thought the same before. If not for the hope that Mo Ejin would appear at the final moment, this match wouldn’t even be worth watching.”
To Wan Gouxuan, Mo Ejin’s claim of being too injured to fight was just a lie.
If Wanfa University truly faced elimination, they’d find a way—no matter the cost. Even if it meant buying back Mo Ejin’s life, pausing the match, and replacing the player.
He thought to himself: Mo Ejin can beat Chan Rong. There’s no doubt about it.
For Wan Gouxuan, Mo Ejin was someone who deserved absolute respect.
Every time he recalled that battle—the one where Mo Ejin had wiped out his entire team, reducing them to broken medical insurance claims—his heart still trembled.
The aftermath had left permanent scars. He still had to pay off the medical debt each month.
Those recurring payment notifications felt like Mo Ejin’s unhealed wound on his soul, deepening his hatred with every passing day.
That was why he’d followed Wanfa University’s matches so closely—not just to assess Mo Ejin’s strength, but to savor the chance of facing them again.
And after a year of nonstop grinding—work, work, work—Wan Gouxuan now had the confidence to not only defeat Mo Ejin, but to humiliate him utterly.
Today, he’d come to witness Mo Ejin’s final appearance, to observe his evolution.
But Zhang Yu’s performance had utterly surprised him.
Wan Gouxuan said: “So far, Mo Ejin hasn’t appeared. But this Zhang Yu… he’s truly exceeded expectations.”
Yue Guanqiong nodded. “Indeed. According to the records, he’s only a Third-Year student. Yet he’s mastered the full set of Civil Engineering Seven Supreme, and perfected the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.”
“He only recently learned the final techniques—within the past two or three months—and already pushed the power to over Level 10.”
“This kind of cultivation talent is incredibly rare.”
Recalling the fight, Yue Guanqiong analyzed: “Beyond martial prowess, his Body Refining cultivation is exceptional. He’s matched Chan Rong blow for blow using pure physical strength—clearly, he’s invested heavily in physical refinement.”
“But that very strength reveals his fatal weakness.”
Yue Guanqiong continued: “Whether it’s the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme or raw physical power—it shows he’s not wealthy. That’s why his power relies solely on these two aspects, lacking Spirit Armor or Spirit Artifacts to support him.”
“Because he lacks funds, he can’t sustain this kind of prolonged battle with Chan Rong. So he changed tactics.”
“He attacked where Chan Rong had to defend—targeting Jinguang University’s Construction Site from a distance.”
“Then he used the dust cloud to conceal himself.”
“Meanwhile, Chan Rong’s Da Ri Zhu Xiang made him glow like a massive lantern—too obvious a target. That’s how Zhang Yu turned the tide, launching an attack from the shadows.”
“But…” Yue Guanqiong shifted tone. “If Zhang Yu thinks this tactic can truly stand against Chan Rong, he’s gravely underestimated the wealth gap between them. He’s also underestimated Chan Rong’s Jin Gang Xuan Zao Spirit Armor.”
…
Chan Rong stood amidst the swirling dust, eyes closed in silence. He deactivated all sensory functions of his Spirit Armor.
Instantly, the dust faded from his perception. The flow of Spirit Energy in the air became crystal clear.
And within that flow, he sensed Zhang Yu’s presence.
In an instant, he flicked a finger forward—countless Yinghuo Hui Guang flared to life, lighting up the dust cloud in a dazzling sequence.
A thunderous explosion rocked the arena, waves of force rippling outward.
But what appeared before Chan Rong wasn’t Zhang Yu—it was a series of Wuxiang Force figures, vaporized by searing fire.
Hmph. Trying to mislead me with Human-Form Qi Aura?
At that moment, a series of Disha Gravity waves swept through the sky like comets, but they missed Chan Rong entirely.
For the sky now resembled ten suns rising in unison.
With Chan Rong’s Da Ri Zhu Xiang continuously activating, multiple fireballs formed, each a blinding light source, turning the sky into a white-hot inferno.
Zhang Yu could no longer pinpoint his target.
…
Yue Guanqiong watched as both fighters used the dust and light to hide, then search and attack each other.
He muttered in surprise: “Chan Rong can’t find Zhang Yu?”
“His Jin Gang Xuan Zao is the latest model—should detect even the slightest fluctuations in Spirit Energy. How could he miss him?”
Wan Gouxuan replied: “Because the arena floor is a simulated Spirit Vein.”
“Zhang Yu must have slipped into the Spirit Vein. That’s why Chan Rong can’t locate him.”
As they spoke, the swirling dust above the battlefield suddenly contracted violently—like an invisible vortex descending, devouring everything in its path.
Yue Guanqiong clenched his jaw. “Zhenxing Ten Aspects—Suo Xing Yu.”
“So Zhang Yu wasn’t just stalling time. He was building up for this move—a massive Disha Gravity cage, meant to trap Chan Rong.”
He remembered last year, when Mo Ejin had used this very technique to encircle and disable an entire fleet of Flying Swords.
As dust and light were drawn into the collapsing gravity cage, Chan Rong appeared to be frozen midair.
Then, as the fire died down, Chan Rong’s form emerged.
A sharp crack echoed through the air—Chan Rong’s body began to twist and bend under the crushing pressure.
But Wan Gouxuan’s eyes lit up.
“It’s the Jin Gang Xuan Zao Replica Puppet.”
At that moment, a promotional ad for the Replica Puppet played across the arena sky.
“The Replica Puppet—never betraying you.”
“Your Physical Body is now in my care.”
Wan Gouxuan said: “From the moment Zhang Yu disappeared, Chan Rong never sought to eliminate him. He was waiting for the perfect moment to shift the battlefield—end this match decisively.”
His gaze snapped toward the far end of the arena.
“There it is!”
Yue Guanqiong’s eyes widened. “I see. Once the battlefield shifts to the opponent’s Construction Site, Chan Rong’s area-of-effect destruction makes victory inevitable.”
“Zhang Yu still lacks high-quality Spirit Armor. He couldn’t detect Chan Rong’s movement in time.”
“The dust cloud he created? It only served to conceal Chan Rong’s approach.”
…
A flicker of fire appeared—then, in an instant, blinding white light erupted above Wanfa University’s Construction Site.
Chan Rong hovered in midair, wrapped in a blazing aura.
With a single finger, he prepared to incinerate the site below.
But the ground ignited without flame. Stone, materials, everything began burning on its own, releasing thick plumes of blue smoke.
Then Chan Rong’s expression flickered—just slightly.
There was no one on the Construction Site.
Only spirit artifacts at work. No Wanfa University students.
…
Wan Gouxuan said: “This is a fake Construction Site. Their real bodies must have already retreated underground.”
“Of course. To survive a celestial sun’s fury, the deepest depths are the only safe place.”
He sighed. “So that’s it. Zhang Yu’s first plan was to stall Chan Rong while rapidly constructing an array—gaining the upper hand.”
“But after seeing the gap between himself and Chan Rong, they realized that strategy wouldn’t work. So they changed tactics.”
“Because of their earlier battle, Chan Rong believed they were trying to stop him.”
“So when Zhang Yu deliberately created an opening, allowing Chan Rong to advance, he took the bait—moving straight into Wanfa University’s Construction Site, making it a target.”
“But now that Wanfa’s students have vanished underground, Chan Rong’s Da Ri Zhu Xiang loses much of its effectiveness.”
“Of course, given time, he could still overcome it. But he doesn’t have time.”
Wan Gouxuan turned to the other side of the arena. “Because while Chan Rong was distracted, Zhang Yu must’ve already reached Jinguang University.”
Yue Guanqiong summed up: “A home-exchange tactic—forced by financial inferiority.”
“But Wanfa’s students can endure Da Ri Zhu Xiang longer than Jinguang’s could endure Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.”
“They’re exploiting the weakness of Da Ri Zhu Xiang—and the strength of Tian Kunlun.”
“Because when facing the Shifting Mountain Divine Power, hiding underground only makes things worse. The Disha Gravity would tear the earth apart with even greater force…”
In the blink of an eye, as the two observers exchanged thoughts in the Ling Realm, Chan Rong made no hesitation.
He transformed into a blazing meteor, streaking toward Jinguang University’s Construction Site.
Then—pandemonium erupted.
A massive fireball detonated in the sky above Jinguang University.
Wan Gouxuan sighed. “The battlefield has shifted to Jinguang’s side. Chan Rong has already lost.”
“Unless he can break Zhang Yu before his own teammates collapse.”
(End of Chapter)
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