Chapter 380: Another Level 20 Technique?

When the competition began, the first thing Ma Xuan did was arrange his team members' actions, especially regarding the construction personnel.

After all, as the defending side, the higher the completion of the building after one hour, the higher the score.

The building specified for this competition was a bunker, with construction materials already placed next to the construction site before the competition started.

"Bu Ziran, Ji Susu... you two are in charge of construction."

Ma Xuan deliberated for a moment and ultimately decided to leave two people for construction.

According to his original plan, he would have left three for construction and taken the other two team members to intercept the opposing six.

After all, in Ma Xuan's view, their team was far stronger than the opponent and fully capable of fighting outnumbered, leaving more people for construction to achieve a higher score.

However, Su Yanyang's reminder echoed in his mind, ultimately leading him to play it safe, leaving only Bu Ziran and Ji Susu for construction.

Bu Ziran was a tall young man. If Zhang Yu were here, he would recognize him as the guy who didn't respond to him when he first joined the group and showed off his lung dharma skeleton in the competition chat.

Ji Susu was a tall biological female who rarely spoke in the chat group, so Zhang Yu didn't know much about her.

Then Ma Xuan continued, "Ji Yuanchu, you're responsible for peripheral support."

With a flash of his figure, Ji Yuanchu stirred up violent gusts of wind and vanished without a trace.

While Ma Xuan was making these arrangements, Shi Huaiyu and his five companions had already shot over like lightning.

Watching the opponents speeding toward him like six bolts of lightning, Ma Xuan directly activated the power of the Little Three Harmonies.

Amidst the roaring earth, a flood of sand and mud surged like a tsunami, engulfing the charging Shi Huaiyu and his team.

Shi Huaiyu also activated the Little Three Harmonies to counter, but Ma Xuan could sense that his younger schoolmate's cultivation in the Little Three Harmonies was clearly inferior to his own. If the contest continued, Ma Xuan would gain the upper hand in the clash of sand and mud.

Yet in the next moment, when Zhang Yu's figure burst through the smoke and dust, crashing down toward their heads, Ma Xuan's gaze sharpened.

As the team captain who had once recruited Zhang Yu, Ma Xuan considered himself quite familiar with the guy.

A powerful physique, extremely high damage resistance, and the ability of the Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force to borrow force and redirect it... this meant a prolonged battle process and severe wear and tear on dharma skeletons.

This made Zhang Yu an opponent many would prefer to avoid.

Ma Xuan also immediately understood the opponent's intention.

"Throwing Zhang Yu alone at us, hoping to disrupt our formation?"

"Then you might be... overestimating him a bit."

At the same time, midair, Zhang Yu crossed his arms over his chest, his feet treading on empty air, and plunged toward them like a falling meteor, breaking through layers of air waves at supersonic speed.

Zhang Yu coldly stared at Ma Xuan and his team, his lips moving slightly, as if saying something.

Of course, in a supersonic combat state, it was hard for both sides to communicate through voice.

But what Zhang Yu said was sent as a message, directly appearing on everyone's ocular dharma skeleton.

This was a common communication method in high-speed combat, and a necessary skill for every student in the Security Department.

Zhang Yu: "Not trying to keep me here will be your biggest regret today."

While learning from the taunting knowledge of the Security Department that Shi Huaiyu had provided, Zhang Yu had also understood many principles.

For instance, simple insults were hard to be effective in more serious and important battles; combatants wouldn't be easily provoked.

One had to combine the situation, say words that fit the scene, and naturally stir the opponent's anger, unwillingness, fighting spirit...

The most conventional, versatile, and easiest way to succeed was to act cool.

When you acted cool successfully enough, naturally enough, and brilliantly enough, you would naturally stir the opponent's emotions, even making them feel it wasn't taunting at all—they'd just want to go all out. That was the highest level of taunting.

At that moment, as Zhang Yu spoke, the gazes of both sides clashed in the air, like two invisible forces of fighting spirit pushing against each other.

But Ma Xuan's movements remained unchanged; he still firmly controlled the endless sand and mud, sweeping toward Shi Huaiyu and his team like a mountain tsunami.

At the same time, his voice rang out through the ocular dharma skeleton, reaching all team members.

"He's taunting. Don't be affected."

"Cong Na, go and repel him."

"Everyone else, stick to the original plan. Don't give him a chance to borrow force and redirect it."

Cong Na looked up at Zhang Yu descending from the sky, grinned, and said, "Quitting the team will be your biggest regret today."

In the next moment, she crouched down, her thigh muscles swelling violently as astonishing power exploded in an instant.

Boom!

A huge crater burst open beneath her feet, and Cong Na's figure vanished, tearing through the air as she shot straight toward Zhang Yu.

She thought coldly, "You're midair with no leverage—now you're a sitting duck."

"I know you want to land, use your overpowering physique and your technique of borrowing force to disrupt our formation."

"But I won't give you that chance."

Her right palm condensed with extremely concentrated Gang Qi, every muscle in her body roared, and then she struck out with all her might, a wave of mountain-toppling power surging toward Zhang Yu.

Cong Na intended to use the opportunity of him being airborne and unable to gain traction to blast him away in one go.

"This is the best way to deal with Zhang Yu—overwhelm him with pure strength, drive him out of the battlefield, and never let him entangle us."

Facing Cong Na's palm strike, Zhang Yu said calmly, "Trying to knock me away?"

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing."

Zhang Yu also struck out with his palm.

But in that one strike, a series of dragon roars erupted.

Roar!

Ten consecutive dragon roars seemed to shake heaven and earth, as ten dragon-shaped Gang Qi howled forth.

This was exactly Xiao Qingxuan's Nine Dragons Heavenly Gang Palm.

Before they threw Zhang Yu out, Xiao Qingxuan had blasted twenty palm strikes in succession, all infused into Zhang Yu's Gang Qi, which Zhang Yu temporarily stored within the hollow cavities of his Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force.

Now, with ten strikes erupting in an instant, the狂暴 Gang Qi instantly shredded Cong Na's palm force and completely engulfed her figure.

"Take a break for now, Cong Na."

Boom!

A deafening explosion in midair, accompanied by waves of qi dispersion, sent Cong Na's figure flying away with a whoosh.

After sending Cong Na flying with one move, Zhang Yu accelerated his descent, his icy gaze sweeping over the crowd below, his fierce battle intent pressing down on everyone.

"Come at me, all of you."

Zhang Yu struck down from the sky with his palm, and streams of dragon-shaped Gang Qi, accompanied by howling winds, rained down like meteors toward the formation.

Another burst of ten strikes, and Zhang Yu unleashed all twenty of Xiao Qingxuan's stored strikes at once.

This revealed a piece of information to everyone inside and outside the arena who understood the properties of Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force.

Twenty strikes... Zhang Yu's Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force had reached a full Level 20!

This was the second Level 20 technique Zhang Yu intended to reveal in the competition, aside from the War Demon Longevity Technique.

He thought to himself, "After all, on the very first day of my senior year in high school when I learned Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force, I already displayed astonishing talent, leveling it up on the spot and defeating Wang Yin."

"Now, as a sophomore, pushing it to Level 20 is perfectly reasonable."

While the people below were busy fending off Xiao Qingxuan's dragon-shaped Gang Qi, Zhang Yu finally landed with a heavy thud.

As his feet violently collided with the ground, a visible shockwave exploded from the surface, sending layers of dust and debris radiating outward in all directions.

Ma Xuan was still maintaining his Minor Three Harmonies state, coordinating with Ji Huanli to attack Shi Huaiyu and the others in the distance, delaying the enemy's main force from approaching.

At the same time, he calmly directed his teammates, as messages flashed within their Dharma Skeletons.

"Ignore Zhang Yu—he's used up all the borrowed power."

"Bo Ziran and Ji Susu, you two keep working on the construction."

"Ji Huanli, follow my markers to attack Shi Huaiyu."

"Cong Na, don't bother coming back—go directly with me to intercept the others."

"Yang Yan, you alone suppress Zhang Yu. Don't anyone else act recklessly, or he'll use your own force against you..."

A series of commands were deployed in an instant, emerging within everyone's vision.

Yang Yan was a powerfully built man clad in alloy armor.

Zhang Yu's memory of him was that after joining the group, he ignored Zhang Yu and discussed Dharma Corpse with Bu Ziran, and was also the most welcoming fellow after Ji Yuanshu joined the team.

Yang Yan took a step forward, and with a slight tremor of the ground, his alloy-armored body crashed toward Zhang Yu's landing spot like a tank.

But just as Ma Xuan gave the order, Zhang Yu abruptly erupted with boundless Formless Cloud Qi, surging like rolling clouds to engulf everyone.

Amid the rolling clouds, Yang Yan watched the approaching figure and thought to himself, "Coming for me first?"

At the same time, near everyone present, a blurred figure emerged from the sea of clouds and hurtled toward them with killing intent.

Faced with this situation, almost everyone's instinctive reaction was the same.

"Has Zhang Yu targeted me?"

Without a second thought, Yang Yan threw a punch, and the surging force instantly tore apart the figure before him.

As Zhang Yu's Formless Warrior was shattered, Yang Yan sensed something amiss and bellowed, "Everyone, stop attacking!"

But his shout came too late—as a series of explosions detonated within the rolling clouds, everyone present had already smashed the Formless Warriors that came at them.

And that meant Zhang Yu had borrowed a strike from each person present.

Thus, in the next moment, even more Formless Warriors emerged, engaging everyone present in battle.

"Yang Yan! Why are you hitting so hard?!"

"Ji Susu! Stop now!"

"Bu Ziran! Don't use that technique..."

The surging Qi violently fluctuated and trembled under the impact of force, transmitting wave after wave of power beyond its limits.

The techniques of each opponent were studied and imitated under the gaze of the Third Eye.

Quadruple thinking calculated the battle rhythm of everyone present.

Zhang Yu's physical body, mana, brainpower, martial arts, Dao Seed... all were pushed to their limits at this moment, fully displaying his expertise in group combat, and he single-handedly turned the scene into utter chaos.

Everyone felt as though the power of their teammates was continuously surging toward them.

Faced with such a situation, they could not simply let themselves be attacked, so they had no choice but to strike back, allowing Zhang Yu to borrow even more techniques and power with his Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force.