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Chapter 85: Part-Time, Social Media (Thanks to Patron 'Cruzer')
“Lie down.”
Hearing Song Hailong’s words, Zhang Yu turned to look at Bai Zhenzhen beside him.
“Lie down? Is my job description that broad now? Is 5,000 yuan really this hard to earn?”
Song Hailong cracked his neck. “I mean, get ready. We’re jumping straight into ground combat in a bit.”
“I lost because of this—money’s just to get back on top of it.”
He walked over to a control panel on the wall and asked, “What flavor do you like?”
Zhang Yu stared at the switch, assuming it was the air conditioner. “You mean the air conditioner’s scent? Like air freshener?”
Song Hailong sighed. “I’m talking about the Cognitive Enhancement Agent. I usually go for peach or mint—what about you?”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s blank expression, Song Hailong remembered he was from Songyang High School and shrugged. “Forget it. Mint it is.”
After pressing a few buttons, a crisp minty scent began to fill the air. Zhang Yu felt his blood gradually quicken, his mind sharpening, his senses coming alive.
Song Hailong pointed to a faucet nearby. “The right pipe is filled with energy drinks. If you run out of stamina, just drink straight from it.”
Zhang Yu was speechless. Air conditioning laced with stimulants… water full of Red Bull… Jesus, these people are filthy rich.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s stunned face, Song Hailong smirked slightly. “Don’t be shocked. Bailong High School’s reputation isn’t just rumors—it’s known as a place where medicine and needles flow like rivers. Even the shower water has detectable Daoxin Buffer traces.”
“A few years back, a bunch of poor folk sneaked into our sewer system, trying to steal the runoff water to drink. Hah… a bunch of high school dropouts with no Dao cultivation, thinking a sip of our waste could make them immortal.”
“Some did get healthier… but others couldn’t handle the dosage and died. Their bodies were found later.”
Zhang Yu was utterly dumbfounded. So it’s like commoners stealing divine elixirs…
He couldn’t help but ask, “So… that stolen water was…?”
“Bathroom and shower drain water,” Song Hailong chuckled. “It still carries traces of the agents. That’s why they tried to use it.”
Zhang Yu exhaled. “Good thing they were caught. No more victims, right?”
Song Hailong nodded, smiling. “Exactly. After that, the school decided to sell the wastewater to the poor. Since then, no more thefts from the sewers.”
So the only victim in their eyes is Bailong High School itself… Zhang Yu just shook his head and started warming up.
After a few moments, Zhang Yu finished his warm-up, and Song Hailong added a few more rules.
The playful grin vanished from his face. His expression hardened.
“Fight without holding back—just don’t kill. If you can control me, I lose.”
“If you run out of strength, your performance drops below peak, and I still haven’t been controlled, then I lose.”
“If I manage to control you, I win.”
“And if you don’t win even once in these two hours… the tutoring ends. You’re done.”
Zhang Yu understood. Xiao Song wanted to beat him in pure, raw combat—even at his absolute peak.
Then Song Hailong turned to Bai Zhenzhen. “As for you, you said you’d either fight me or give me feedback. But if you lose, or I find your advice useless… you’re out too.”
Zhang Yu stepped forward. In an instant, they were locked in another brutal ground clash.
Their hands clashed, locked, twisted—both using the Beilong Fanyue Hand technique, trying to break each other’s hold, to dominate the body.
Zhang Yu had pushed Beilong Fanyue Hand to Level 10. Even without revealing it, he maintained a stable Level 2 proficiency—but his understanding of the technique, of grappling and throwing, far surpassed Song Hailong’s.
Worse yet, Zhang Yu had begun integrating Beilong Fanyue Hand into the Wuji Yunshou’s Wuxiang Yun’gang, using his Qi to amplify every lock, every throw.
Song Hailong felt every move predicted—his attacks dismantled before they could land. The white Qi didn’t just deflect his force—it mirrored his own techniques.
From the very first second, Song Hailong was on the back foot, forced to rely solely on brute strength and raw endurance to break through Zhang Yu’s relentless pressure.
His mind raced. This Zhang Yu… his skill has improved dramatically since yesterday.
How can he have gotten this strong in just one day?
Then it hit him.
He must’ve trained nonstop after the match, practicing Beilong Fanyue Hand obsessively—just to beat me again today.
Why did he think that?
Because Song Hailong had been doing the same thing since yesterday. He’d trained relentlessly, even having meals injected directly into his bloodstream to maximize progress.
Now, feeling Zhang Yu’s advancement, he muttered inwardly:
So we’re thinking the same thing? Not bad, for someone who barely beat me once.
A spark of defiance lit in his eyes. His blood surged. Martial Energy roared through his body, amplifying his muscles, driving him to withstand Zhang Yu’s onslaught.
He felt like a ship caught in a stormy sea, with Zhang Yu’s hands like undercurrents, the Qi like waves dragging him deeper into the abyss.
Zhang Yu, on the other hand, felt like he was wrestling a furious dragon—each time he locked him down with chains, Song Hailong tore through them with sheer power.
As for Song Hailong’s technique?
To Zhang Yu, it was barely noticeable.
Is he even improving? Compared to me, it’s like nothing at all.
From the sidelines, Bai Zhenzhen watched, her expression thoughtful.
One has raw physical dominance. The other, flawless technique.
Song Hailong’s moves are always countered by Zhang Yu’s skill.
Zhang Yu’s strikes are always broken by Song Hailong’s strength.
She frowned.
No Arena rules today, no out-of-bounds escape. Yu Zi can’t exploit any tricks.
This will go on until he’s completely spent.
Just as she predicted, three minutes in, Song Hailong suddenly stopped.
“You’re weakening. Your peak state has passed. This round’s mine. Rest up for the next one.”
As they paused, Bai Zhenzhen began analyzing their fight—their strengths, their flaws.
At first, Song Hailong was dismissive. But soon, he listened intently, his gaze on Bai Zhenzhen shifting with newfound respect.
This woman’s insight is sharp. I thought she was just a bonus. But she’s worth every penny.
During the break, Zhang Yu reached for the faucet and took a few gulps of the energy drink. Instantly, a fire ignited in his gut. His stamina returned with startling speed.
This works wonders…
He made a mental note: Next time I come to Bailong High School, I’m bringing a bucket.
The battle continued in fits and starts. Zhang Yu and Song Hailong clashed again and again—but nearly every round ended with Zhang Yu’s strength fading.
Only once did Zhang Yu manage to lock Song Hailong’s joint and win.
Rubbing his sore hands, Zhang Yu sighed.
He says he lost… but in real combat, I’d have lost the moment my stamina dropped.
This Song Hailong is too durable. Without Arena rules or out-of-bounds escapes, I can’t beat him before I tire out.
Definitely need to boost my Physical Strength Level.
At that moment, Zhang Yu felt an even stronger urge to make his body stronger than ever.
Before leaving Bailong High School, Song Hailong handed over their payment.
Then he turned to Zhang Yu. “Don’t think I’ll slow down my Physical Strength Level just for your training.”
“In two months, when the Sports Competition begins, my Physical Strength Level will be at least 4.0.”
“So… keep pushing. If the gap grows too wide, this training won’t mean a thing.”
Stepping out the front gate, Bai Zhenzhen grabbed Zhang Yu’s arm and pulled him into a sprint toward the subway station.
Zhang Yu blinked. “A-Zhen, why the rush?”
“Drank too much energy drink—I have to pee!”
“Stupid Bailong High School charges ten yuan for the toilet. I’ve been holding it forever!”
…
Meanwhile, back at Ziyun High School, in a quiet Meditation Chamber, Le Mulan slowly released the Zi Sheng Xinfa she’d been cultivating in her mind.
She forced herself to silence the thoughts that had become second nature: The rich are pure, wise, noble. The poor are filthy, stupid, evil.
For years, the Zi Sheng Xinfa had fed on her wealth. Every time she checked her bank balance or watched her stocks rise, her cultivation deepened, her mind grew calmer, more stable.
But the cost? Her contempt for poverty—and the poor—had grown deeper with every passing day.
She’d never thought it was a problem. After all, money could erase any discomfort.
Until she met Zhang Yu in the Arena.
Taking a deep breath, she opened Zhang Yu’s social media feed.
In her mind, she whispered: Here I go… into the life of a poor person.
The first post was a photo: Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen standing at the entrance of Bailong High School.
Caption:
Back at Bailong High School again. First-year top student Song Hailong invited us to teach. If you want guidance, feel free to reach out anytime.
Song Hailong… paying poor Zhang Yu to tutor?
Le Mulan’s eyes flickered with interest.
He won’t accept 400,000 yuan… but he’ll take money for classes?
(End of Chapter)
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