Chapter 75: Storm and Tempest (Four Updates Completed – Requesting Moon Tickets)
As Zhang Yu and Lian Tianji stepped onto the Arena, another scene unfolded on the battlefield.
Bai Zhenzhen sat cross-legged, awaiting her opponent—Xiong Wenwu from Hongta High School, a monstrous half-beast student standing over two point seven meters tall and weighing nearly a ton. Like Song Hailong and Zhang Yu, he had earned 300 points, placing him among the elite high schoolers.
But right now, Xiong Wenwu was not on the field. He was in the Hongta High School rest area, glaring furiously at Hu Yuntao.
“You lost? How could you lose? To someone from Songyang?!”
With each word, Xiong Wenwu slapped Hu Yuntao’s head repeatedly. The once ferocious Hu Yuntao, who had terrorized the Arena with his brutal strength, now crouched meekly before him like a kitten being scolded—except for the tail twitching behind him, betraying his inner irritation.
Xiong Wenwu gritted his teeth in frustration. “You didn’t even pass the Group Stage. That means zero ranking. No achievements on your resume.”
“Do you have any idea how one missed opportunity could cost you a college interview?”
“Fail to get into a good university, and Father Lord will expel your son status. You’ll be sent straight to Work in Factory!”
Expel Son's Status! Work in Factory!
Hu Yuntao, who had been obedient until now, froze at those words.
Why were so many monsters from the Protected Zone fatherless? Because those who couldn’t study, forced into labor, were instantly stripped of their sonship by Father Lord.
“Do you even know what working means?” Xiong Wenwu continued. “Monsters don’t get jobs easily. You’ll end up in Father Lord’s factory, undergo transformation, and be fused into the Assembly Line—like the ox demons, horse demons, monkey demons—eating, drinking, defecating, living and dying on the line, working your whole life to repay your Breeding Loan.”
Hu Yuntao clenched his fists. The image of the factory haunted him—the Assembly Line forged from the flesh and blood of great demons, where countless workers had merged with the machines, working ceaselessly. He remembered the half-step elementary, half-step middle, half-step high school demons who had once stood on those lines, their bodies half-mechanical, half-living.
Was all his years of study just to end up like that?
“After over a decade of hard work, getting into high school—was it all for this? To be turned into a machine?”
Xiong Wenwu growled, “If you’d reached the peak of university, with a degree from a top school, who’d dare strip your sonship? Who’d drag you to the factory?”
Hu Yuntao hung his head, shamefaced. “Brother, I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll give it everything. No more slack.”
Xiong Wenwu sighed. “I’m not doing this for myself. I don’t want to see you waste your years of study, only to be planted on the Assembly Line after high school. Father Lord loses a good son. I lose a brother.”
“Your future is in your hands now.”
“And today… I’ll settle the score for you.”
With that, he turned and strode swiftly toward the Arena.
Hu Yuntao called after him, “Brother, watch out—she has a Stealth Spirit Root. It dulls your senses. Be careful…”
Xiong Wenwu waved a dismissive hand. Then, with a burst of speed, he leapt into the air. His one-ton frame landed like a mountain crashing down, shaking the entire Arena to its core.
“Woman,” he growled, “I never hold back in real combat. If you think you’re dying, surrender now.”
With that, he pulled out three syringes and plunged them into his own neck.
Zizizizzi—
The liquid surged into his veins. Instantly, every hair on his body stood on end. His bear-like face twisted, muscles bulging, veins pulsing like steel cables.
Just seeing his size and weight, Bai Zhenzhen could feel the sheer power radiating from him. Based on Lei Jun’s earlier assessment, she knew Xiong Wenwu’s Physical Strength Level was likely the highest among all the high schoolers present.
“Approximately 2.5 to 2.6,” she murmured.
Huff…
She exhaled deeply, feeling her spirit root awaken. In that moment, her mind felt unshackled—memories of every martial technique she’d studied, every move she’d witnessed, surged through her consciousness like living fire.
Since entering high school and beginning her martial cultivation, she had evolved. Once, she’d only used her spirit root to hide. But now, she understood martial arts with growing clarity—learning faster, and after each battle, seeing flaws in techniques with sharper precision.
3… 2… 1… Fight!
The referee’s whistle split the air.
Xiong Wenwu launched forward like a cannonball, plummeting toward her.
No way to block. Only retreat.
Bai Zhenzhen darted backward, her fingers flicking as spirit energy flared. A blade of pure cutting qi burst from her fingertip.
Expert-level technique — Level 3 Piercing Body Qi Propulsion.
A one-foot-long blade of spirit energy shot forward, slicing toward Xiong Wenwu the moment he landed.
But as fur scattered in all directions, she realized her strike hit like steel against steel. It sliced through hair and skin—but could not penetrate deeper than the muscle.
Body-protection technique? Combat Spirit Root? Combined with overwhelming Physical Strength Level…
Bai Zhenzhen’s brow furrowed. In the next instant, she vanished from Xiong Wenwu’s sight.
But he wasn’t fazed. Like a rabid beast, his claws flashed with cold light, slashing in relentless, storm-like fury in the direction she’d disappeared.
At the same time, Xiong Wenwu sniffed the air wildly, using scent to track her.
Bai Zhenzhen stared, her eyes wide. Thanks to her spirit root, she saw every motion, every shift in spirit energy—every subtle ripple in the air, every change in momentum. She could even predict his next moves.
Yet even with her stealth, after countless near-misses, cuts began to appear on her arms, thighs, and waist.
His claws raked her skin and muscle like hot knives slicing through butter—leaving deep, grotesque wounds, flesh peeled back like torn cloth.
Meanwhile, her cutting qi only managed to slice through his fur—leaving barely a scratch.
Strength and speed… the gap is too wide.
At most, four or five more seconds… I’ll lose.
Yet her mind remained eerily calm.
As his attacks multiplied and the air filled with thick spirit energy, her vision sharpened. Xiong Wenwu now looked like a furnace blazing inside—a living engine of spirit and martial energy, burning through his massive frame.
She also saw that his skin was covered in glowing spirit energy—like armor, layered over his body.
No weaknesses… wait—there are flaws.
Another deep gash tore open her calf. But in that pain, clarity struck.
Flaws in his movements… flaws in his body…
Then, she took a step forward—light as a butterfly dancing in a storm.
She wove through the storm of claws, dodging death with grace.
“I won’t spend my life working in a factory…”
“I’ll get into the Top Ten!”
“I’ll walk further on the Immortal Path!”
Her fingertip flared with a roar of spirit energy—she slashed at the flaw she’d seen.
…
In the audience stands, Qian Shen and his companions watched in stunned silence.
Xiong Wenwu’s assault was merciless—blindingly fast, like lightning and thunder crashing down. The sheer force of his presence left them breathless, unable to speak, even from afar.
Especially Bai Zhenzhen—so small, so fragile—seemed utterly outmatched. A single brush of his claw would tear her apart.
Qian Shen thought grimly: Too strong. Just a glancing hit, and she’s bleeding. If he lands a full strike… she’ll die or be crippled.
She’s lost…
Then, they watched in shock as Bai Zhenzhen slipped through the storm of claws—and unleashed a reverse slash of spirit energy.
Xiong Wenwu froze for a split second.
Then, a geyser of blood erupted from his back.
Zhao Tianxing gasped. “Did she break through?”
He Dayou frowned. “But earlier, she couldn’t pierce his muscle at all. How did it work now?”
Qian Shen narrowed his eyes. “Maybe she hit a flaw in his technique?”
Then he saw the blood—spurting faster, like a fountain.
“Is that an artery? The blood loss… it’s insane!”
On the battlefield, Lei Jun stared at the bleeding Xiong Wenwu.
Then his eyes lit up.
“Hemorrhoids! External hemorrhoids!”
“Yes! Demons evolved on all fours. Even after becoming humanoid, they still sit for long hours during training. Hemorrhoids are worse, bigger.”
“And these external hemorrhoids are already protruding—unprotected by any body-tempering cultivation!”
“Plus, he just ran, fought, and injected all those stimulants—full body congestion. This kind of massive hemorrhage is inevitable!”
Lei Jun grinned. “I actually found a flaw like this? All that tutoring wasn’t wasted!”
But then—Xiong Wenwu’s eyes turned blood red.
He let out a deafening roar, like a dying beast.
“I want to study! I don’t want to die on the Assembly Line! I want to stay Father Lord’s son!”
In a flash, he spun wildly, spraying blood and claw fragments in every direction.
“Damn!” Lei Jun’s eyes snapped wide. “He’s gone berserk! Fighting without any form!”
He knew Bai Zhenzhen, injured on her leg, would have no chance to dodge such chaotic, wild attacks.
When Lei Jun reached the Arena, Xiong Wenwu was already sprawled on the ground, drenched in blood.
Bai Zhenzhen stood trembling, breathing heavily. Her right elbow hung empty—her arm had been ripped off by the enraged Xiong Wenwu.
Bai Zhenzhen wins!
Lei Jun scooped up the severed arm and carried Bai Zhenzhen to the medical zone.
The doctor glanced at the wound, then let out a chuckle—but when he saw his colleague arriving with Xiong Wenwu, his expression turned envious.
“Massive hemorrhage, overtraining, organ failure, plus hemorrhoid surgery… and still that high Physical Strength Level? That bear demon’s worth at least a hundred thousand.”
He sighed, turning back to Bai Zhenzhen.
But before he could act, she struggled up.
“How much? Can I use insurance?”
The doctor replied flatly. “Exams, basic treatment, and reattachment—eight-eight thousand. The remaining three thousand won’t be covered. You’ll pay out of pocket.”
“Out of pocket?” Bai Zhenzhen snapped. “You charge me three thousand after I paid for insurance?”
The doctor ignored her, urging, “Hurry up. If the arm dies, I can’t fix it. If you go to the hospital later, it’ll cost thirty thousand—maybe more.”
(End of Chapter)
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