Chapter 155: Battle Against Zhou Chechen (Seeking monthly tickets)

In an instant, the air seemed about to freeze within Zhou Chechen's palm; a fierce cold wind blasted toward Zhang Yu, rapidly draining the heat from his flesh and blood.

Lei Jun, watching from the side, thought to himself: "What a provocation."

At this moment, Lei Jun did not voice his analysis for everyone to hear, but pondered it himself, simply because he did not want to alert Zhou Chechen.

He thought inwardly: "If Zhou Chechen were allowed to go all out, his freezing aura field would be too hard to deal with—just by constantly circling, he could gradually defeat his opponent."

"Zhang Yu's words forced Zhou Chechen to attack him head-on."

"The agreement on ten moves put Zhou Chechen in a bind—how could the vice president of the student council, in front of so many people, agree to such a high number as ten moves? He would surely say a lower number."

"Thus, what was originally a battle of attrition that Zhou Chechen excelled in turned into a full-force engagement within three moves."

"Who would have thought Zhang Yu had such rich combat experience?"

"The only question is... can Zhang Yu really withstand Zhou Chechen's three moves?"

At the same time.

Terrifying cold air, like a long dragon, slammed into Zhang Yu's body.

Zhou Chechen said calmly: "First move—let you get familiar with my Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field."

As he spoke, Zhou Chechen stepped forward one step at a time, walking slowly toward Zhang Yu.

And with each step he took, the fluctuation of his magical power grew more astonishing; the soaring cold spread in all directions, gradually forming layers of frost on the ground, ceiling, and walls.

Zhao Tianxing and the other first-year students, even from a distance, felt they were about to shiver from the cold; exhaling white mist, they repeatedly backed away, looking toward Zhou Chechen with terrified faces.

"Second move."

Zhou Chechen gently clenched his hand in Zhang Yu's direction, and the pervasive cold air, as if receiving an imperial command, transformed into a giant frost hand that crushed toward Zhang Yu with a roar.

Amidst light cracking sounds, a layer of frost seemed to form all over Zhang Yu's body, his skin visibly losing color.

Zhou Chechen said calmly: "Zhang Yu, I know you can take a hit, that you're good at enduring blows."

"But after being rapidly cooled by my Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field, your blood vessels will gradually freeze, your body will suffer from oxygen deprivation, and every cell will be damaged..."

At the same time, the mana circulation within Zhang Yu's body was roaring to life; the Great Sun mana, like surging magma, rushed through his entire body, emitting scorching heat.

The Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi was also activated, causing Zhang Yu's muscles and sinews to continuously radiate waves of heat.

The subcutaneous True Qi transformed from Formless Cloud Gang, coordinated with the Indestructible Seal Technique, constantly resisted the incoming pervasive freezing air, defending against it entirely outside the body.

But Zhang Yu could sense that Zhou Chechen's attack was not just the Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field he mentioned; there was also the power of the Frost Prison Art mixed in, covertly affecting his spirit.

He felt that at this moment, it was as if he heard the lamentations of countless dying souls in his ears; waves of intense resentment were assaulting his sea of consciousness, shaking his Dao heart.

Although with the operation of the Heavenly Martial Heart Tempering Art, his Heavenly Martial Will continuously shattered and suppressed these resentments.

But Zhang Yu felt that his Heavenly Martial Will was like a soldier on a battlefield who keeps killing, killing, and killing again; after a series of slaughters, he gradually grew weary, entangled by those resentments like countless fine threads.

As the heart technique's circulation became hindered, Zhang Yu felt a layer of obstruction in the exertion of his martial arts and mana.

"No good, the Heavenly Martial Heart Tempering Art is not very suitable for dealing with this Frost Prison Art..."

Realizing this, as if struck by inspiration, Zhang Yu switched his heart technique to the Remnant Ox Body-Sacrificing Heart Technique.

This was an almost instinctive reaction for him, having cultivated both techniques to Level 10.

After he switched the heart technique, he felt that the incoming deathly resentments coiled around the Remnant Ox in his mind, yet they could not cause any disturbance in the heart technique.

It was as if the Remnant Ox had long been accustomed to crawling forward on a path strewn with corpses, its soul feeling nothing but immense peace.

Meanwhile, Zhou Chechen coldly watched Zhang Yu, who was beginning to frost over and had stopped moving, slowly walked up to him, and said calmly: "Junior, it's over."

"By now, your whole body should be frozen stiff."

"But don't worry, this minor frostbite doesn't require a trip to the medical room. It'll just prevent you from training and studying properly for the next day or two."

"Consider this a small punishment for your disrespect toward your senior."

Just as he was about to push Zhang Yu over with a finger, he felt a wave of heat rushing toward his face.

The frost all over Zhang Yu's body kept disappearing; aside from some damage to his skin, he was full of energy, showing no signs of a problem.

Zhang Yu said: "Senior, there's still one move."

Zhou Chechen's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked seriously at Zhang Yu and said, "Then I'll teach you one more move."

With that, Zhou Chechen spread his five fingers, and the pervasive freezing mist converged toward his palm as his entire mana transformed into strands of frost palm force that poured into it.

"Kneel!"

Zhou Chechen slammed down a full-power palm strike at Zhang Yu, and with a boom, the palm landed on Zhang Yu's shoulder.

A gale roared, frost trembled.

As a wave of air exploded from the point of Zhou Chechen's palm, a blizzard seemed to sweep across the training ground, causing the temperature to plummet.

Zhou Chechen and Zhang Yu stood face to face, their gazes seemingly clashing, sparks flying.

The senior's muscles were pushed to their limit, unleashing a terrifying force like a pillar of heaven, pressing Zhang Yu down inch by inch.

At the same time, the biting frost continuously enveloped Zhang Yu's body, trying to drain his vitality and destroy his foundation of strength. Zhou Chechen intended to force Zhang Yu to the ground and freeze him into a kneeling position.

He wanted to humiliate the underclassman on behalf of his senior peers, establish the student council's authority, and meanwhile, after beating this dog, see who its current master was…

But to his surprise, a resistance far beyond his expectations burst forth from within Zhang Yu, like a spring that pushed back with greater force the harder he pressed.

The heat radiating from beneath Zhang Yu's skin prevented his freezing energy from penetrating in the short term.

Fuji laughed and said, "This guy's burst power really is lacking. If he had fought you by trading mana techniques, staying mobile, and dragging it out into a long battle, it would have been troublesome. But now he's walked right up to you—easy to handle."

Just then, Zhang Yu said, "Senior, three moves have passed."

"Now try taking one of my moves."

Zhou Chechen's expression changed; seeing the other's outstretched hands, he immediately raised his arms to block.

He had witnessed Zhang Yu's close-combat skills and was naturally on guard, not wanting to capsize in a ditch.

But the next moment, he realized the other's hands weren't exerting much force.

Then, with a boom, an explosion struck Zhou Chechen's abdomen.

—! Reader.

In that instant, as Zhang Yu rebounded Zhou Chechen's palm force, he gathered all his own power and, seizing the moment of Zhou Chechen's distraction, drove his knee viciously into Zhou Chechen's stomach.

Seeing this, Lei Jun slapped the table and exclaimed, "Catching him off guard—what a sneak attack!"

Terrifying force squeezed Zhou Chechen's skin, muscles, and guts…

Zhou Chechen felt as if his stomach was being ruthlessly crushed, twisted, and compressed by a giant hand, threatening to expel everything inside…

Zhou Chechen suddenly opened his mouth, then immediately clamped it shut.

"Senior, let me help you."

As Zhang Yu gently pulled Zhou Chechen's arm, the latter's center of gravity shifted and swayed, and the vomit he had barely suppressed finally burst forth—he threw up all over the ground.

Fuji laughed heartily. "See? I told you—these filthy rich kids can eat ten meals a day. Rather than letting him suffer a minor injury, it's better to make him puke in public!"

After just one heave, Zhou Chechen quickly held it in, shook off Zhang Yu's hand, and glared at him. "You…"

Zhang Yu backed away repeatedly. "Sorry, Senior. I shouldn't have fought back. I didn't expect one move would make you throw up."

Lei Jun remarked from the side, "Did you all see that just now? Zhou Chechen wanted to force Zhang Yu to his knees, thoroughly humiliate his dignity, and break his Dao heart."

"But Zhang Yu not only withstood it, he took advantage of Zhou Chechen's distraction to make him puke on the spot, losing all face."

"Both sides are walking the line between paying medical fees and shaming the other's spirit."

"One misstep and you either lose money or lose face."

Lei Jun's voice boomed like thunder across the training ground, making Zhou Chechen's brow furrow and his mental cultivation method feel obstructed.

Boom! As the pervasive freezing mist erupted once more, the temperature of the entire training ground dropped again.

This was the might of the Frost Sky Freezing Field—with sustained use, the ambient temperature kept falling, and its power grew stronger.

In fact, having only used three moves, Zhou Chechen was far from unleashing his full combat strength.

But just then, a large hand gently rested on his shoulder.

"Student Zhou, the three-move agreement is over," Lei Jun said with a smile. "If you keep fighting, the other students will get hurt."

"You don't want to pay for the frostbite medical expenses of so many people at once, and lose both face and money, do you?"

Zhou Chechen's gaze hardened. He glanced at Lei Jun, then at the other students on the scene whose faces had turned purple from the cold.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Chechen understood that today had already reached its end.

Because whatever he did next would only continue to embarrass him, and he might even have to pay extra compensation, he simply gave Zhang Yu a deep look, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Lan Ling followed behind Zhou Chechen, pointing at everyone present and saying, "Put away your phones! No photos allowed!"

Then he quickly ran to Zhou Chechen's side and said angrily, "Why not just cancel all of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen's competitions and benefits..."

Zhao Tianxing was startled and quickly put away his phone, but after a moment he couldn't help taking it out again to look at the scene of Zhou Chechen being hit until he vomited.

He thought to himself, "He actually made Zhou Chechen lose face? Ah Yu is too amazing!"

Zhao Tianxing could already imagine how the group would spread the news: Zhang Yu from first year endured three moves from student council president Zhou Chechen and then struck back, making him vomit.

At that moment, many group chats sent out notices, demanding that students refrain from revealing the matter of Zhang Yu and Zhou Chechen's fight, and especially not post related videos or photos online...

And as the second-year students left, many first-year students looked at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen with shining eyes. This was the first time they had seen first-year students who could directly confront second-year top students.

Zhang Yu, however, did not care about the reactions of the many students. He took out his phone and immediately contacted Le Mulan: "Do you have the contact information for the person in charge of your Ziyun Student Council?"

Le Mulan asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Yu recalled what Zhou Chechen had said to him outside the training ground.

Zhang Yu: "Tell the person in charge of your Ziyun that as long as they pay, Bai Zhenzhen and I can skip the upcoming competition."

"Coming directly to us will definitely be cheaper than them contacting Songyang High School."