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Chapter 74: Blood-Soaked Battle
The fight could wait. Lian Tianji wasn’t in a rush.
Though Zhang Yu had compensated for the gap in Physical Strength Level with his exceptional skill, Lian Tianji still held unwavering confidence in his victory. He was more than willing to prolong the battle, to engage in real combat and study Zhang Yu’s formidable techniques firsthand. After all, martial arts competitions weren’t real fights—gaining experience, absorbing strength from the clash, and growing stronger through battle were just as vital to Lian Tianji as winning.
But since the advertisement sponsor had insisted on a swift conclusion—showcasing the explosive power of the combat potion—Lian Tianji could no longer afford to dally.
True, training through combat and earning money through ads both led to strength.
Yet, in the end, cash still held greater power.
“I’m sorry, Zhang Yu.”
“I’d love to spar longer, but the sponsor’s demands can’t be ignored.”
With that, Lian Tianji activated the Combat Spirit Root he’d rented. The air trembled as Spirit Energy surged, gathering violently into his palms.
Combat Spirit Root – Surge.
Spirit Energy poured into his body, actively participating in his Martial Energy flow during battle, amplifying his martial prowess.
When combined with his Boliet Bo Dong Quan, the effect was even more devastating.
In a flash, he unleashed another punch toward Zhang Yu—waves of raw force crashing forward.
The impact detonated the Spirit Energy around his fist, sending out a shockwave that slammed into Zhang Yu like a storm.
This technique didn’t just enhance the power of the Boliet Bo Dong Quan—it multiplied its range by several times.
Now, Lian Tianji didn’t even need to make contact. The explosive force could strike Zhang Yu from a distance, even before his fists touched the Wuxiang Yun'gang in Zhang Yu’s hands.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
One punch after another—Lian Tianji became a living cannon, relentlessly pounding Zhang Yu with relentless fury.
The sheer force of the barrage swallowed Zhang Yu’s form in a maelstrom of wind and fire.
But just as Lian Tianji believed this barrage would surely finish Zhang Yu…
To his shock, the bloodied figure—already torn to shreds—suddenly shattered through the shockwave.
With both hands wreathed in swirling white mist, Zhang Yu charged forward, slamming into Lian Tianji with ferocious intent.
“You’re already this badly injured… and you still fight?”
“Don’t you care about going bankrupt?”
Though baffled by Zhang Yu’s resolve, Lian Tianji was bound by the advertisement contract. His spirit soared, and in front of the cameras, he held back nothing.
The two collided head-on without hesitation.
Fists and palms clashed, devouring each other in a storm of explosions.
Boom… Boom… Boom…
Lian Tianji felt his fists striking Zhang Yu again and again—yet every time, Zhang Yu’s hands, wielding the Wuxiang Yun'gang, returned the blows with equal ferocity.
This only deepened Lian Tianji’s confusion.
“Has he lost all strength to maintain his technique?”
“Why is he choosing to trade blows—fighting hand-to-hand, taking damage for damage?”
Crack! Crack!
Zhang Yu’s body was torn open with each strike of Boliet Bo Dong Quan, blood spraying with every impact.
Lian Tianji already expected him to collapse any second.
But ten seconds passed.
Twenty seconds.
Still, Zhang Yu kept fighting.
“How is this possible?”
Lian Tianji stared in disbelief at the blood-soaked Zhang Yu—still standing, still roaring with strength—while his own body began to betray him.
Wounds accumulated. Movements faltered. His martial form twisted under the strain.
He couldn’t understand it.
What kind of drug did he take?
Meanwhile, deep within Zhang Yu’s body, his inner energy surged like a great river—flowing freely through every vein and muscle.
Now that Wuji Yunshou had reached Level 10, Zhang Yu could summon the Wuxiang Yun'gang from any part of his body without harm.
This meant he could channel the Wuxiang Yun'gang throughout his entire frame—without breaking his own body.
Thus, after concealing his Level 10 Wuji Yunshou, he devised a new tactic—Subcutaneous Spirit Armor.
He channeled the Wuxiang Yun'gang beneath his skin, hidden just beneath the surface—like a second skin, a protective layer.
This invisible armor absorbed every piercing blow, every explosive impact that broke his flesh.
So while Zhang Yu appeared covered in blood—every inch of him torn and dripping—those wounds were only on the surface.
No bones broken. No vital organs damaged.
But Lian Tianji, in contrast, kept taking brutal recoil from the Wuxiang Yun'gang.
The harder he struck, the more violently the force rebounded—like a hammer snapping back against his own arm.
The more frantic he became, the more his own strength turned against him.
Yet, the painkiller dulled the sensation, allowing him to push through—until the cumulative damage finally broke him.
Spit!
Lian Tianji suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, trembling as his body betrayed him.
“My strength, speed, stamina—all superior to his!”
“And yet… I can’t even outlast him in close combat?”
He stared at Zhang Yu—bloody, battered, clearly worse off than he was—but still standing, still fighting.
“How can he not fall?”
“Even if you win… what good is it? Can you afford the medical bills?”
Just then, a voice from the crowd called out:
“Lian Tianji, sir! The sponsor is furious. If you don’t defeat Zhang Yu within the next 30 seconds, they’re pulling the ad—canceling all future collaborations!”
Pull the ad? Cancel all future work?
The words struck Lian Tianji like lightning.
His eyes flared with primal fury—like a cornered beast, he erupted with a new surge of power.
“Must! Now! Finish! Zhang Yu!”
Boliet Bo Dong Quan – Self-Destruct Mode!
He would fuel the technique with the explosive force of Spirit Energy and Martial Energy.
He would sacrifice his arm to achieve maximum power.
For this moment—Lian Tianji unleashed his absolute peak.
His right arm swelled grotesquely, veins bulging, wrapped in a storm of Spirit Energy.
Pound!
With a thunderous kick, the entire arena shook.
The next instant, Lian Tianji’s arm—drenched in blood and energy—lanced forward like a meteor, driving toward Zhang Yu with forces beyond human limits.
Facing such a devastating blow, Zhang Yu didn’t flinch.
His inner energy surged. Wuji Yunshou and the Unyielding Seal both activated.
The blood-stained Wuxiang Yun'gang flared crimson, meeting Lian Tianji’s fist head-on.
CRACK—BOOM!
The explosion tore through the arena, echoing like a rolling thunderstorm across the entire stadium.
The crowd gasped. Spectators froze.
Zhang Yu was blasted backward—blood spraying in every direction, his body flung toward the edge of the arena.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four steps—then he planted his feet, standing firm, unshaken.
Lian Tianji’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You… you blocked my final blow?”
Zhang Yu smiled faintly.
“Thank you for the pressure. This battle pushed my Wuji Yunshou to break through—now it’s at Level 4.”
Hearing this, Lian Tianji let out a bitter laugh.
He collapsed to the ground, his right arm shattered, his body a mess of wounds.
He was done.
“…It’s not just Wuji Yunshou, is it?”
“Nothing but that technique could’ve held off my attacks this long.”
Zhang Yu nodded, delivering the pre-planned line:
“I’ve also trained in Bumu Yinfa—draws in and controls Martial Energy—and a hard-body martial art.”
The “hard-body martial art” was a lie—a cover to hide the real secret: Subcutaneous Spirit Armor.
Lian Tianji understood. His gaze flickered with a mix of awe and disbelief.
“Given Songyang High School’s resources… you’ve mastered three such arts in just half a year of freshman year. You’ve even closed the gap in Physical Strength Level… Your martial talent is something I can’t help but envy.”
Medics rushed onto the stage. They lifted Lian Tianji onto a stretcher and carried him away.
Zhang Yu was also wheeled over—but as soon as the doctor approached, he waved them off, shouting:
“Wait! First—check how much this will cost! How much will insurance cover?”
He was terrified.
Winning the match on the arena? Fine.
But going bankrupt from medical bills afterward? That would mean quitting the competition—losing everything.
The doctor frowned.
“You’re bleeding like a fountain, and you’re worried about cost?”
To the doctor, Zhang Yu wasn’t bleeding—he was spending.
With injuries this severe, a proper treatment would cost at least a million.
But then—after a moment of inspection—the doctor paused.
“…Wait. This isn’t as bad as it looks.”
Thanks to Subcutaneous Spirit Armor and Zhang Yu’s hyper-focused evasion, every vital point had been protected.
He’d avoided repeated blows to critical areas.
The damage was mostly superficial.
“…Just superficial wounds?”
The doctor blinked.
“Five thousand for the exam. Fifteen thousand for treatment. Another ten thousand for medicine—standard procedures. Insurance covers it. We can begin.”
Zhang Yu nearly choked.
“That’s expensive?”
The doctor sighed.
“If you don’t get treated, how do you plan to fight the next match? And don’t worry—insurance will handle it. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Fine, fine… treat me.”
Zhang Yu mentally groaned:
Damn it… my insurance premiums are going to skyrocket.
…
Bailong High School’s Rest Area
“That Lian Tianji isn’t bad.”
“He’s got at least a 2.3 Physical Strength Level.”
“This martial art is incredible. With his Combat Spirit Root, his combat strength in Ziyun High School is only second to Le Mulan…”
“Songyang’s kid’s completely dominated—looks like he’s about to lose…”
But then—just moments later—Bailong’s team watched in stunned silence as Lian Tianji collapsed, and Zhang Yu stood tall.
“Lian Tianji… lost?”
“Zhang Yu actually overcame such a gap with skill?”
“And a drug! He must’ve taken some crazy combat potion to last this long!”
“Then… old Chu losing to this Zhang Yu isn’t so surprising after all.”
On the stretcher, Chu Qiuhé—still faking unconsciousness—felt his eyelids twitch.
Come on, Zhang Yu…
He thought, heart pounding.
Just one more push… go ahead and knock Song Hailong off the stage. Win the championship. Just do it.
He knew it was impossible.
But still—deep down—he wanted it.
He wanted Zhang Yu to prove that a Songyang student could rise, defeat the best, and take the crown.
Because if he lost to a local champion?
He’d be branded a failure.
But if he lost to a martial arts champion?
That wasn’t weakness.
That was simply being outmatched by someone truly exceptional.
(End of Chapter)
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