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Chapter 80: Champion (Please Vote for Me)
Although Bai Zhenzhen had suggested spitting, Zhang Yu still felt it beneath his dignity as a subcontracted inspector. So he chose to use his own blood instead.
And sure enough, even his "pauper’s" blood was enough to make Le Mulan recoil in disgust—so much so that she’d rather dodge than let her sword qi touch it.
Meanwhile, as Le Mulan watched Zhang Yu charge forward, she sneered coldly and flicked her sword finger, preparing to block him with a burst of sword qi. But then she realized—Zhang Yu was moving at an astonishing speed.
It was because, after several previous battles, his weighted training suit had long since torn to shreds. Now, facing Le Mulan, he needed to unleash his full speed. So, before the fight even began, he’d stripped off the suit entirely and spent over ten minutes acclimating.
Once the match started, he deliberately held back, not only to lull Le Mulan into complacency but also to keep warming up—both his body and his blood, making them hotter, fiercer, more aflame.
……
Bai Zhenzhen: "Her ice-white skin and jade-like body must be a rare constitution—whether innate or artificially enhanced, I don’t know. But her Martial Energy, thanks to this physique, doesn’t require any special transformation. It’s naturally low-temperature Specialized Martial Energy—innately superior the moment it’s cultivated."
"When this Low-Temperature Martial Energy is infused into sword qi, any collision with it will instantly lower the temperature of the target, slowing nerve reactions and muscle speed..."
"You need to make your body burn hot—only then can you resist this Low-Temperature Martial Energy within a short time."
……
Now, as Zhang Yu unleashed his full sprint, he shot forward like a thunderbolt streaking across the sky. It wasn’t that Le Mulan couldn’t react—but her reaction was too slow. She hadn’t expected him to be this fast.
"His full power is this fast? He was holding back before?"
"Did the Low-Temperature Martial Energy fail?"
This string of unexpected developments caused her sword qi to lag by just a fraction of a second—just enough for Zhang Yu to slip past.
In response, Le Mulan slashed out a dozen streams of icy sword qi, aiming to cut him off at the front.
But Zhang Yu, right arm blazing with crimson aura, slammed his palm forward—choosing to meet the sword qi head-on.
This was exactly the second weakness Bai Zhenzhen had pointed out.
While Xingdou Sword Qi was sharp and deadly, Le Mulan hadn’t yet mastered it to the peak of Qi Refining Realm. Her overwhelming Martial Energy allowed her to fire off sword qi in reckless torrents—but her control wasn’t precise enough to sustain fine manipulation over multiple projectiles.
After prolonged combat, when multiple sword qi streams converged, her lack of control caused them to interfere with each other, reducing their combined power.
In an instant, Zhang Yu’s right arm collided with the dozen streams of sword qi.
"Indeed, the power isn’t as great as I thought."
Using Wuxiang Yun'gang combined with Bumie Fa Yin, Zhang Yu shattered most of the sword qi—but his palm was sliced open by the remaining cuts, blood spraying and splattering across the crimson aura, turning it into a blazing red halo that wrapped around his arm like fire.
Yet Zhang Yu didn’t stop. He surged forward, closing the gap in an instant—only half a meter from Le Mulan—and lunged for her arm.
A roar tore from Le Mulan’s throat as she fired dozens of sword qi blasts from her fingertips, slicing toward Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu remained expressionless, his Subcutaneous Spirit Armor and Bumie Fa Yin shielding him through the storm of slashes and blood. With wounds dripping, he seized Le Mulan’s right arm.
Now, she was completely within range—fully trapped.
Zhang Yu’s mind flashed back to Bai Zhenzhen’s words.
……
"I can feel it—her sword qi isn’t trying to kill me. Pushing me back is her real goal."
"Her final weakness? Likely her obsession with cleanliness—she’s utterly unskilled in close combat."
"After all, it’s only been half a year since school started. Even for someone rich, I don’t believe she’s mastered every aspect of cultivation."
……
Now, facing Zhang Yu’s sudden close-range assault, Le Mulan—having witnessed Zhang Yu’s fight against Song Hailong—immediately sensed an overwhelming danger.
Without hesitation, she slashed out wave after wave of freezing sword qi, desperate to force him back.
But within Zhang Yu’s blazing body, strength poured forth uncontrollably. Wuxiang Yun'gang surged forward, fueled by his own blood, driving the crimson aura like a wildfire.
For half a meter, the arena became a clash of ice-blue sword qi and red-hot aura—light and shadow dancing violently.
Yet Le Mulan felt as if Zhang Yu had become a raging inferno, devouring her sword qi, threatening to swallow her whole.
Her sword qi was pulled and deflected by the aura, scattered by Bumie Fa Yin.
Then, with a sudden, brutal motion, Zhang Yu unleashed his Level 2 Beilong Fanyue Hand—crushing Le Mulan and hurling her to the ground, her head spinning with dizziness.
In the next moment, Zhang Yu—covered in blood, filthy, and reeking—simply sat down on top of her.
Le Mulan’s face twisted in horror. "Get off—!" she screamed, summoning sword qi again.
But before she could finish, she felt a sharp crack in her wrists—Zhang Yu had twisted her joints with the Beilong Fanyue Hand’s brutal technique.
Under the drug’s influence, she felt no pain—but her fingers could no longer form sword qi.
Le Mulan stared at Zhang Yu, stunned and furious. She had never expected such a slip—just one moment of hesitation, one small mistake—and she’d been utterly trapped.
All her power, her training, her pride—wasted.
She thrashed with her legs, desperate to escape, but Zhang Yu’s cold voice cut through the air.
"You said you were rich. Money is part of your strength."
Crack! Crack!
Zhang Yu snapped her leg joints one by one.
"Now I’m going to break you. Try using your money to stop me."
At that moment, Le Mulan felt like a toy in Zhang Yu’s hands—her body dismantled, joint by joint, until she lay motionless on the ground, utterly helpless.
She glared at Zhang Yu, her eyes burning with hatred, as if she wished to tear him apart with her bare hands.
Zhang Yu looked down at her, calm and indifferent.
"One last thing."
"Those weaknesses? Bai Zhenzhen spotted them and told me."
"If her insurance fee had been enough..."
"She could’ve beaten you."
Boom!
Zhang Yu seized her head and swung her violently—flinging her out of the arena like trash, slamming her onto the ground with a thunderous impact.
Now, standing alone in the center of the arena, covered in blood, Zhang Yu stood silent.
For a moment, the entire hall fell into stunned silence.
No one could believe it. No one could have predicted it—no one could even imagine that today’s Martial Arts Competition would end with a poor boy from Songyang High School standing victorious.
Xiong Wenwu had fallen.
Song Hailong had fallen.
Le Mulan had fallen.
The scholars. The wealthy. The elite from the three top high schools—defeated. By a poor boy. By someone from another school.
A poor boy had won?
The rich had lost?
In that silence, Zhao Tianxing suddenly burst into applause.
He wasn’t trying to make a statement. He wasn’t seeking attention. He simply couldn’t help it—seeing Zhang Yu’s performance, his heart surged with admiration, and his hands clapped of their own accord.
To Zhao Tianxing, the tattered Songyang High School uniform on Zhang Yu now seemed majestic, noble.
But the single clap echoed strangely in the vast, silent hall—so loud, so out of place—that Zhao Tianxing quickly stopped, embarrassed.
Then, from the arena floor, Bai Zhenzhen erupted in joy, clapping wildly.
Zhao Tianxing’s classmate, Qian Shen, joined in—his eyes wide with awe, fixed on the arena.
He Dayou, the heir to the school board, gave a quiet, respectful clap. "Alright, you’ve earned Songyang some real fame."
Lian Tianji from Ziyun High School slowly began to applaud, silently thinking: My ad campaign might finally be back on track.
Song Hailong stared at Zhang Yu, expression unreadable—then, slowly, he began to clap. And as soon as he did, every single person from Bailong High School joined in.
Even Chu Qiuhé, who had been lying on a stretcher pretending to be unconscious, suddenly raised his hands and clapped with all his might.
As the entire arena filled with thunderous applause, Bai Zhenzhen leaped onto the stage, laughing with joy.
"Champion! Champion! We are champions!"
"I told you Le Mulan couldn’t do it—she can’t handle close combat, doesn’t have the skill!"
She grabbed Zhang Yu’s hand, raising both high, standing tall and proud—her Songyang High School uniform blazing under the lights, more radiant than ever.
She shouted to the crowd: "Anyone wanting ads or endorsements—contact us! My brother isn’t just the Martial Arts Champion—he’s also fourth in the Mana Competition!"
Beside her, Zhang Yu looked out at the sea of faces—but his vision began to blur.
He hadn’t suffered serious injury, but the sheer intensity of the battle—multiple techniques unleashed in succession, blood spilled across the floor, the toll from earlier fights—had finally caught up with him.
He reached out to Bai Zhenzhen.
"Zhenzhen… I’m dizzy. Help me see a doctor."
Bai Zhenzhen, still buzzing with excitement: "Wait—wait! Just one more second! Everyone’s watching!"
Zhang Yu sighed. "I risked bankruptcy, bled, fought like a madman—just to teach that Le Mulan a lesson. You don’t even call me ‘dad’—and now that I’m sick, you won’t even help me up?"
Bai Zhenzhen knew this moment would be a legend for Zhang Yu to brag about for the rest of his life.
But she still couldn’t help but be annoyed—especially at how he’d ignored her tactics.
"You bled so much because you had to show off. If you’d followed my plan—just spit, blow your nose, drool—safer, cleaner, and way more effective!"
Far away, lying on the ground waiting for medical aid, Le Mulan’s eyelids twitched.
A flicker of shock flashed in her eyes.
These two paupers… their bottom line is deeper than I thought.
Bai Zhenzhen already had Zhang Yu in her arms, carrying him toward the medical zone—she wasn’t about to let him keep bragging.
Lei Jun followed closely behind, his face full of concern.
The thought of Zhang Yu winning first place in the Martial Arts Competition sent a thrill through his chest.
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