Chapter 501: Xumi Shanwang Jing (Thank You, 'Yin Yue,' for Becoming the Alliance Leader)
“Xumi Shanwang Jing…”
Watching Xiang Shan deliver a single punch that once again righted the chaotic heavens he had just overturned, Zhang Yu’s mind flashed through the technique’s dossier.
“Civil Engineering Department’s Military-Grade Martial Art from Tianyao University—Xumi Shanwang Jing.”
“Like Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, it’s a martial art that manipulates Disha Gravity.”
“But whereas Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power reshapes terrain through direct force, Xumi Shanwang Jing harnesses the weight of the earth itself—infusing every punch and kick with the crushing might of mountains, and during combat, channeling the absorbed force straight into the ground beneath.”
Zhang Yu now understood: Xiang Shan hadn’t just fought Mo Ejin—he’d used the entire stadium’s mass to press down on him. And when Mo Ejin countered with Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, Xiang Shan redirected that very force back into the arena, slamming it back into place with a thunderous crash.
After that exchange, both combatants surged with renewed momentum—ready for the next clash.
Then, Mo Ejin’s blood-flesh rippled violently behind him. A crimson ribbon emerged from the flesh, spiraling around his neck, shoulders, and arms—none other than the Skin Spirit Armor, one of the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors. It fed on Mo Ejin’s leaking Disha Gravity, enabling anti-gravity flight.
In this state, Mo Ejin needed no thrust of his own. Where his mind went, his body followed—propelled effortlessly by the opposing gravity field. He moved with unmatched agility, minimal energy cost, and lightning-fast reflexes, soaring through the skies. And best of all, he conserved more strength for combat and construction alike.
With the red ribbon flaring, Mo Ejin vanished in a flash—rocketing skyward in an instant, vanishing into the clouds, already thousands of meters above the stadium.
“Xiang Shan! Don’t hit the crowd—let’s take this fight to the sky!”
With a roar, Xiang Shan grinned savagely. His thick legs stomped through the air, sending ripples through the atmosphere as he launched himself like a cannonball straight toward Mo Ejin.
“Mo Ejin. You want to separate me from the earth, weaken my Xumi Shanwang Jing? Just say so—no need for pretense.”
As he spoke, the stadium’s mud, sand, and construction materials suddenly lightened—then, with terrifying speed, the entire weight of the arena converged into Xiang Shan’s fist. The air twisted visibly as he swung, a crushing wave of force hurtling toward Mo Ejin.
At the same time, Mo Ejin’s hands formed seals in midair. In an instant, his arms split—each dividing into two, forming four arms with intricate hollows. These hollows interlocked perfectly, allowing the four-armed form to function just like two arms, without increasing the Spirit Armor Synchronization Rate.
This was the Hand Spirit Armor—the second of the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors.
The upper two arms bent behind his head, maintaining the seal.
Boom!
A Disha Gravity Source erupted above Mo Ejin’s head, radiating waves of earth-evil energy. The moment it washed over Xiang Shan, he felt as though he’d plunged into liquid mercury—his movements slowed, his body dragging as if submerged.
Xiang Shan wasn’t surprised. He’d faced this before.
He knew that once Mo Ejin entered the four-armed form, the upper arms remained locked in the seal, continuously gathering and amplifying the gravity source. Any incoming attack would be deflected, slowed, or even frozen in place.
But this wasn’t enough to stop him.
“Mo Ejin!”
“Come on—fight me!”
Xiang Shan’s muscles swelled like steel cables, and with another thunderous step, he surged forward, unleashing wave after wave of shockwaves.
Then—another pull. Another invisible force tugged at him through the air, as if countless invisible hands were dragging him back toward the earth.
“Zhang Yu…”
Xiang Shan’s eyes narrowed. His glance flicked downward—toward the stadium floor—and there, Zhang Yu was already channeling Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, dragging Xiang Shan’s physical body from below.
Now Xiang Shan understood.
They’re trying to crush me from both above and below—using you and Mo Ejin together to exhaust me.
“Is that it?” Xiang Shan laughed, a wild, booming laugh. “You two think you can drain me like this?”
“Try again.”
He roared, his blood and martial energy surging violently through his body. His skin began to change—before the eyes of all, shifting from gray to a deep, glossy black. As his veins and blood vessels pulsed, glowing red lines emerged—precise, elegant, and ornate—forming a flawless Spirit Energy Circuit across his entire frame.
Zhang Yu’s heart skipped.
No human anatomy could ever look this perfect. This is pure Spirit Armor modification.
“Is this Xiang Shan’s Military-Grade Spirit Armor?”
Before he could think further, Zhang Yu felt a sudden void in the Disha Gravity lock he had on Xiang Shan.
“What—?”
In midair, Xiang Shan had transformed into something slick—like a black fish slipping through water. No matter how hard Zhang Yu strained with Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, every attempt slid off him, as if the gravity were repelled.
And Xiang Shan’s speed only increased. After a few lightning-fast dashes, he was already upon Mo Ejin.
Zhang Yu realized the truth.
It’s not slipping—it’s absorbing.
“This guy’s skin… it’s absorbing our applied Disha Gravity. Then turning it back into kinetic force. That’s why it feels like I’m losing grip.”
At that moment, Zhang Yu activated Jianbao Jue. His Eye Armor displayed Mo Ejin’s Spirit Armor data.
“Jieliu Mingwang Type IV—A Military-Grade Spirit Armor capable of absorbing external forces and enhancing mobility. It’s a perfect counter to any martial technique.”
“Called Skin Spirit Armor… but it’s more like a First-Layer Armor. Even Yuan Ci Jie Mai Shou can’t sever it from the outside.”
As Zhang Yu analyzed, Xiang Shan struck again—his mountainous fist crashing into Mo Ejin once more.
The gravity source above Mo Ejin flared, reinforcing its field. Waves of earth-evil energy swept over Xiang Shan, slightly dampening his impact.
Meanwhile, Mo Ejin clenched his fist. The Hand Spirit Armor shimmered with white vapor as it automatically activated the Comet Strike technique—fists moving like falling stars, meeting Xiang Shan’s blows head-on.
Crack! Boom!
The sky split with thunderous explosions. Two titans clashed, their fists colliding with such force that within seconds, the air crackled with lightning—each impact echoing like divine thunder.
Yet with every strike, Mo Ejin felt his strength drained. Xiang Shan’s skin absorbed most of the force, while the internal pressure in Mo Ejin’s body continued to rise.
Suddenly, Mo Ejin spread his fingers. Artificial meridians in his arms trembled violently. Layers of Disha Gravity surged, converged, and then fired—launching a concentrated wave beam directly at Xiang Shan.
Boom!
The ground behind Xiang Shan erupted. A layer of rock several meters thick shattered into dust. A crater the size of a school playground split open in the earth, spewing debris and choking black smoke.
Xiang Shan roared, teeth bared, fangs flashing—then, without pause, charged forward again.
Mo Ejin’s heart sank.
Even the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors’ Disha Gravity Beam… didn’t work?
Yes, the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors were powerful—each enhancing Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power—but they weren’t Military-Grade.
Now, facing Xiang Shan’s Xumi Shanwang Jing-powered Military-Grade Spirit Armor, Mo Ejin had no way to match him head-on.
Before he could react, a crushing blow struck his chest. He felt like a mountain had fallen on him—and plummeted toward the ground.
While the two fought above, Zhang Yu continued to struggle to disrupt them, flipping through Jianbao Jue’s data on the Jieliu Mingwang Type IV.
“Welcome to the Ji Hu Group’s Military-Grade Spirit Armor showcase…”
Watching Mo Ejin utterly dominated in the sky, Zhang Yu growled in frustration.
“Damn it—skip this ad!”
With Lingbi burning, he slammed the interface—ripping through the intrusive ad, finally reaching the real specs.
“Wandao Jiangzong Statement…?”
Zhang Yu paused. It was undeniably a Ji Hu-brand Military-Grade Spirit Armor. But the first page was a Wandao Jiangzong announcement.
Damn it. Ji Hu-brand? You copied Wandao Jiangzong’s design—forgot to even change the company name?
He remembered Wandao Jiangzong was a major name in the Wanfa lineage.
Then, flipping through faster, he saw the watermark still visible on the screenshots—“Jin Gang Xuan Zao” clearly visible.
Wait… you all copied Jin Gang Xuan Zao?
He stopped caring about who copied whom. His focus narrowed on the armor’s actual capabilities.
But the more he read, the more his brow furrowed.
Our current odds of winning head-on are almost zero. This armor is a perfect counter to Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
He made up his mind.
We’re going to have to abandon the plan. If we can’t beat him directly, we take out his teammate first.
Just then, Xiang Shan reached out and snatched the blood droplets spilling from Mo Ejin’s body. He brought them to his mouth and swallowed them with a series of wet, guttural gulps.
Only then did he turn his gaze toward Zhang Yu.
“Hmph.”
“So you’ve given up on direct combat?”
“Disappointing.”
He raised his trunk-like nose toward Zhang Yu’s position. From deep within his chest came a thunderous rumble—then, a barrage of black beams erupted, lancing toward him.
Zzzzzt! Zzzzt!
The black beams scoured the ground. Where they passed, earth cracked and corroded. Thick, acrid black smoke billowed into the air.
To survive at Tianyao University, Xiang Shan had long ago transformed his internal organs into high-efficiency Spirit Armor—capable of purifying toxins, pathogens, and even Saiqi. The waste products—concentrated poisons from air, food, medicine, and pollutants—were expelled through his Nose Spirit Armor, converted into a deadly Pollution Cannon attack.
(End of Chapter)
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