[{"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-22":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},2318750,4534,"Chapter 22: Ye Lingxi","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>“Old Xia, Itachi okay?” Wang Teng, his injuries healed, leaned over to ask with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia waved his hand, his voice weary: “I can hold on, but my spiritual energy is completely drained—I can barely lift my arm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingxi, noticing the faint purple markings still lingering in Jiang Xia’s eyes, spoke up: “Your ocular technique drains too much spiritual energy—Itachi need a good long sleep when Itachi get back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia felt helpless; without Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan or the Nine-Tails’ chakra, every use of these techniques consumed massive amounts of spiritual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three didn’t chat long—Jiang Xia had no strength left to speak, relying only on Wang Teng’s support to slowly shuffle out of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the dorm, Jiang Xia didn’t even take off his clothes; he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. In his dream, he returned to his apartment in Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was ordering food on his phone when he suddenly jolted awake at the sound of Wang Pangzi unlocking the dorm door, raising his hand to touch his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was just a dream,” Jiang Xia murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi’re awake?” Wang Teng pushed open the door, holding two steaming bowls of porridge. “I just got these from the cafeteria—eat up, get some strength in Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The finals list was posted this morning—your opponent, the sophomore senior, forfeited outright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia took the bowl, swallowed two mouthfuls, then looked up: “So I’m automatically advanced?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Itachi’re ridiculously lucky—but Lingxi’s luck took a hit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng sighed, “Her opponent is Ling Zhantian, the top sophomore. Word is, he’s never lost a match since enrollment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even students two or three years ahead rarely stand a chance against him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Lingxi’s in danger,” Jiang Xia set down his spoon, his expression grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, who knows? Maybe Lingxi’ll pull off a dark horse win like Itachi did,” Wang Teng scratched his head, trying to comfort him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia finished the porridge in a few gulps; the two didn’t delay, snatched their coats, and rushed to the arena. Far off, they saw the stands already packed—more than twice as crowded as during Jiang Xia’s last match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng pulled Jiang Xia through the crowd to the railing. No sooner had they steadied themselves than the referee announced the match’s start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Ye Lingxi summoned an ice bow, drew the string taut, and fired three ice arrows in a triangular formation, slicing through the air toward Ling Zhantian’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Zhantian didn’t move a step; spiritual energy flared into a barrier in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice arrows struck the barrier with sharp cracks, shattering into icy shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too slow,” Ling Zhantian raised an eyebrow, then vanished from his spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingxi’s pupils contracted—she barely turned before a crushing force slammed into her back, hurling her flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So fast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd below gasped at Ling Zhantian’s speed; Jiang Xia’s face grew even grimmer: “Lingxi won’t be able to beat him this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingxi crashed hard against the barrier, groaned, and slid to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Zhantian exploded forward, charging straight at her. Ye Lingxi forced herself up, channeling frost into the ground—multiple ice walls erupted before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ling Zhantian didn’t dodge—he smashed his spiritual-energy-wrapped fist into the ice wall. With a thunderous boom, the several-meter-thick wall shattered into flying shards, his fist still barreling toward Ye Lingxi’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ye Lingxi twisted aside, she summoned an ice sword and thrust it at his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Zhantian flipped his wrist, caught the ice sword, and snapped it in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he kicked her knee—she lost balance and dropped to one knee. Seizing the opening, he raised his palm, golden battle aura gathering, ready to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lingxi!” Jiang Xia and Wang Teng shouted in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ye Lingxi suddenly lifted her head, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes. She bit down hard on her tongue, using the pain to force out the last of her spiritual energy—bone-chilling cold erupted around her. “Absolute Frost Domain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ice spread from her center, freezing the ground into a vast icy plain; countless ice spikes burst upward from beneath Ling Zhantian’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Zhantian, caught off guard, stumbled slightly—his movement slowed. Ye Lingxi rolled backward, raised her hand, and summoned a larger ice bow, aiming it at Ling Zhantian’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shhh—” An ice arrow shot through the air, piercing toward Ling Zhantian’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hundred Battles Golden Body!” Just as the arrow’s tip touched his robe, golden light blazed from Ling Zhantian’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spectral figure of a war god materialized around him; a massive axe-shaped shadow swept through, cleaving the ice arrow into shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not even worth noticing,” Ling Zhantian sneered, stomping down—the ice spikes beneath him shattered instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He accelerated again, becoming a blur, appearing before Ye Lingxi in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingxi tried to resist—but her spiritual energy was utterly exhausted; even the frost at her fingertips was faint and weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could only watch helplessly as Ling Zhantian’s fist, wreathed in golden battle aura, slammed into her abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingxi flew backward, crashing onto the arena floor. Her ice bow shattered, and she spat a gout of blood that stained the ice before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She struggled to rise, but her limbs felt like they were filled with lead—she couldn’t summon even a trace of spiritual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Zhantian walked slowly toward her, looking down: “Yield. Itachi’re no match for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee stepped forward immediately: “Contestant Ye Lingxi, do Itachi forfeit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingxi clenched her teeth, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Xia and Wang Teng, their faces filled with anxiety. She closed her eyes, exhausted, and gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I declare this match won by Ling Zhantian!” The referee raised Ling Zhantian’s arm high; cheers erupted around the arena—but Jiang Xia and Wang Teng felt no joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two pushed through the crowd, sprinting down the stands toward the fallen Ye Lingxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Zhantian, about to leave, paused at the sound of Jiang Xia climbing onto the stage. He turned, his gaze blazing with battle lust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope Itachi make it to the final—I’m eager to fight Itachi!” By the time Jiang Xia looked up, his figure had already vanished into a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The new generation surges forward!” An old man watching the match in his office sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Old Li, Itachi sound like Itachi can’t even lift a sword anymore,” replied the old man—Liu Qingxuan, who had invited Jiang Xia to enroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man called Old Li was Li Chengru, one of the Four Deans of the Literary Dao Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Chengru smiled faintly: “Compared to these kids, we truly can’t lift a sword anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingxuan stroked his beard: “Tomorrow’s the finals—who knows which of these kids will take first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let fate decide. But Old Liu, didn’t Itachi smell it? The stench of rats.” Li Chengru gave Liu Qingxuan a mysterious grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, I noticed long ago—Mo Yuan’s back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingxuan stared at the screen, watching Jiang Xia, thoughtful: “That old devil came back for Jiang Xia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let him be. Every time that old thing returns, our Literary Dao Academy loses more people and treasures.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Li Chengru stretched, slashed open a rift in the air, and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old devil, messing around in my office again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingxuan watched his retreating figure and scolded under his breath, then turned his gaze back to Jiang Xia on the stage, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>",1239,"2026-06-20T15:06:04.061Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5dd54a387e0410e37960355ec83eab74347f1edc5c9a0aee2d657f68bffc0fed","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-23","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-21",162,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-cover.jpg"]