Chapter 77: Back Dragon Flip Hand

Chapter 77: Back Dragon Flip Hand

Le Muran returned to Zi Yun High School’s rest area and found Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground. Without a word, she walked up and sat down on his back like a stool.

This was her punishment for Lian Tianji’s defeat—three days of serving as her personal seat whenever she appeared.

Lian Tianji asked, “Already over?”

Lian Tianji had expected her to push the Sheng grade’s top student harder.

Le Muran frowned, kicking her right foot against Lian Tianji’s side. “Chair, don’t speak.”

Lian Tianji clamped his mouth shut.

But Le Muran added, “She’s out of money for treatment. Even if she had funds, it’d just waste more time.”

Lian Tianji nodded in understanding. Money was strength—lack of it was weakness.

Bai Zhenzhen was poor, and…

“Of course a pauper loses to the rich,” Lian Tianji mused.

Just then, Zhang Yu and Song Hailong stepped onto the arena.

Lian Tianji shifted his gaze to the stage. After defeat, there were two choices—blame carelessness or praise the opponent’s strength. The latter saved face.

“If Zhang Yu beats Song Hailong, I might even reclaim my sponsorship deals,” he thought. “Then it’s not ‘defeated by a Songyang student,’ but ‘narrowly bested by a finalist.’”

“Come on, Zhang Yu!”

Chu Qiuhai in Bailong High’s rest area was cheering too, secretly hoping Song Hailong would falter. Though he knew Song’s power well, a reckless hope stirred: “Maybe he’ll slip up? If Song Hailong loses, everyone saves face.”

On the arena, Song Hailong raised his arms, and the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

“Song Hailong! First place!”

Zhao Tianxing listened to the unified chants from Bailong supporters, watching Zhang Yu stand alone.

“Shouldn’t we cheer for Zhang Yu?” he muttered.

He Dayou pretended not to hear. Qian Shen hesitated. “Better not… we’re on their turf.”

As the deafening cheers roared again, Zhao’s resolve faded. He couldn’t imagine the pressure Zhang Yu felt standing there.

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Onstage, Song Hailong clenched his fist, and the crowd fell silent.

He laughed. “Never thought a kid from Songyang City would make it to the semifinals.”

“As a reward, I’ll lower the difficulty.”

He brushed his spiked hair back, revealing a glowing number on his forehead—10 million?

Zhang Yu blinked.

“This is my External Spirit Root’s function,” Song Hailong explained. “It shows my medical coverage limit. If you drain this 10 million budget, I’ll concede.”

“You’re showing your health bar?!” Zhang Yu stared at the number, calculating.

But the disparity was crushing—Song’s insurance covered 10 million, while his own barely covered 70,000.

He exhaled, channeling the Heavenly Martial Cultivation Heart Sutra to steady his mind.

The crowd erupted.

“White Dragon’s top student has 10 million coverage! Unbelievable!”

“No wonder he’s so strong—money buys power!”

“Only the poor struggle. How could anyone beat Song Hailong?”

Song Hailong waved Zhang Yu forward. “You start. If I go first, you might not get a turn.”

Zhang Yu struck first, Formless Cloud Qi surging as he slammed a palm into Song’s chest. The impact echoed like thunder, yet Song Hailong barely budged. The number dropped by 300.

“He’s implanted with Elephant Demon Sinew,” Zhang Yu realized. “Spiritual Power boosts his physical strength, making him absurdly durable.”

Another 2,000 drained—then the number rebounded.

“Regeneration?!” Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed.

Song Hailong grinned. “This isn’t just a Body Nurturing Root. It’s the Luxury Edition—absorbs spiritual essence to heal.”

The crowd’s cheers turned to awe. To them, the 10 million was an unbreakable wall.

Song Hailong lunged, his 2.5-meter frame like a dragon claw. Zhang Yu dodged, but Song shifted into a grappling technique—Back Dragon Flip Hand, Expert Grade, 1st level.

Pure brute force, amplified by Elephant Demon Sinew. Though only level 1, his strength was overwhelming.

Zhang Yu twisted like a fish in a net, escaping at the last second.

“Escaped?” Song Hailong’s grip tightened.

Zhang Yu roared, Formless Cloud Qi surging past his elbows, slipping free like an eel.

Lian Tianji’s eyes widened. “Infinite Cloud Hands broke through to level 5? Zhang Yu… a martial prodigy?”

(End of Chapter)

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