[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha":3,"chapter-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-147":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Global High Martial Arts, Starting Off with a Sharingan",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2318875,4534,"Chapter 147","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>The human army camp, commander’s tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed as if water could be squeezed from the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eight battles have passed; the situation… Itachi all understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Ting’s voice was hoarse, heavy with unmistakable exhaustion and pain; the iron-blooded war god’s spine seemed slightly bent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The beasts are currently at a disadvantage, but their tactics are cunning. In the ninth battle, if we send another Wanghou cultivator by convention, victory is unlikely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Wujiao shot to his feet, lightning blazing in his eyes: “Then what do we do? Surrender? Watch those beasts crush our lines and slaughter our kin?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not!” Ye Qing cut in firmly. “But we must adapt. If they can demand a Zunzhe battle, then we can send a Bansheng—declare a Holy War!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, everyone in the tent was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy War? That means sending a Bansheng? That’s true elite power—a Bansheng, though not yet at the Saint realm, has still grasped a thread of Saintly intent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But,” a clan elder hesitated, “if the Bansheng we send isn’t strong enough, he could be killed in return. After all, the beasts’ elite forces above Zunzhe are stronger than ours…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if we accept their challenge, they’ll surely follow suit!” another sect representative worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let them follow suit!” Ye Ting surged to his feet, a brutal aura of slaughter spreading through the tent. “At this point, what rules remain?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is war! A war for our race’s survival! What we want is victory—to break their arrogance—to show our young warriors that we still have warriors who can fight! That we have not lost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze burned as it swept over them all: “I decide—the ninth battle will be fought by a Bansheng from my Army of Demonic Suppression!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This move was indeed a risky gamble—but the only possible tonic to reverse our current collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General, which Bansheng will Itachi send?” Lu Wujiao asked gravely. The Army of Demonic Suppression had deep reserves; hidden Banshengs were not lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ye Ting’s gaze slowly turned toward a quiet corner of the tent—the Su family’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su,” Ye Ting bowed to the Su family patriarch, who had been sitting with closed eyes, his aura like that of an ordinary old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your younger brother, Zhanxian, has been in seclusion for a long time. I hear his Unique Ability, the Crimson Dust Sword, has reached perfection—capable of severing karmic ties and blocking heavenly omens. He has the deepest insight into the Bansheng path. I wonder…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes instantly fixed on Su Xinghe. Su Zhanxian!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most brilliant genius of the Su family’s previous generation, and Su Xinghe’s own younger brother, he had entered the Bansheng realm during the struggle for cosmic fortune. But due to the unique nature of his Crimson Dust Sword Dao, requiring the severing of emotions and desires to temper his sword heart, he wandered or secluded himself, remaining obscure in reputation—yet those who knew of him feared his terrifying power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xinghe slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was clouded, as if he had seen the vicissitudes of the world—but in that instant of opening, an invisible sword intent swept through, making every soul in the tent shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a flat, unrippled tone: “Zhanxian… he has agreed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more words—but those five simple syllables lifted everyone’s spirits!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Zhanxian had accepted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Ye Ting slammed his fist onto the table. “The ninth battle—let Su Zhanxian, our ally, cleave through this gloom for our people!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day of rest passed in unbearable tension and anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the ninth dawn arrived, the atmosphere around the Fallen God Platform had frozen solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the human side, all held their breath, eyes locked on the exit. They had lost too badly, sacrificed too dearly—they needed a victory, a sweeping, cathartic victory, to wash away shame and honor the fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ninth battle—begin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice of cosmic law rang out, carrying an inexplicable killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the human camp, a figure appeared silently in the center of the Fallen God Platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dazzling light, no overwhelming aura—he simply stood there, as if fused with the surrounding heavens and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man appeared around thirty, his face ordinary, even overly pale and gaunt, dressed in a faded white shirt, a simple, ancient longsword hanging at his waist, its scabbard worn and dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave off the impression of a destitute scholar or an unsuccessful wandering swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only his eyes were terrifyingly calm—like a frozen lake unchanged for ten thousand years, deep and still, reflecting no emotion, only pure sword intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Su Zhanxian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su family, Su Zhanxian,” he said, his voice equally flat, devoid of inflection, as if stating a simple fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this unremarkable figure and voice caused several shadowy figures of demonic saints, hidden in the void on the beast side, to tremble slightly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su Zhanxian? He’s still alive?” Yilong’s voice held surprise and gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Crimson Dust Sword Dao… troublesome fellow,” Taotie’s tone lost its casualness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. Bansheng realm? Interesting. Seems humans have run out of people—now they’re dragging out old men to save face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiongqi sneered, but a flicker of caution passed through his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Su Zhanxian’s name carried considerable dread among the beast elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since Su Zhanxian has appeared, we cannot be uncivil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yilong’s grand voice rang out, carrying undeniable authority: “Taotie, Itachi go. Learn well the Su family’s Crimson Dust Sword Dao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words ended, a primordial, savage, violent aura—filled with endless hatred and destructive desire—exploded from the beast camp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ROAR—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bellow from ancient primordial times shook the entire Fallen God Platform!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark shadow slammed onto the arena like a cannonball, revealing its form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a monstrous beast, mountain-sized, tiger-shaped, yet with a twisted human face, fangs jutting outward, its entire body covered in thick, black, needle-like hairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its limbs were as thick as pillars, claws glinting with a cold, eerie light, its tail a spiked iron whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most chilling were its eyes—filled with pure, unmasked malice, greed, and destruction!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Four Ancient Fiends—Taotie!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beast side, Taotie, challenges!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taotie opened its bloodied maw, speaking in a guttural, distorted human voice, its eyes of malice fixed on Su Zhanxian as if studying a curious toy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su Zhanxian? I hear your sword can sever the seven emotions and six desires? Heh—I want to see if Itachi can cut through my innate, born-destructive instinct!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Banshengs, suppressing their cultivation, faced off on the Wanghou arena!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere tightened to its breaking point—everyone understood: this ninth battle would be the highest-stakes, most perilous of the entire war.\u003C\u002Fp>",1109,"2026-06-20T15:06:04.061Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a4f6c42dbbf6f76746c3fa31eb11b7bc9d4b8b8b760315dd1cc59c593dbdfd12","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-148","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-146",162,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-cover.jpg"]