Chapter 435

From the Wuxiang Spirit General's mouth, the Golden Thread Jade Wall spat out Searing Sun Rays, instantly hitting Ping Han's head.

The next moment, the Wuxiang Spirit General's entire sandy body twisted like thousands of steel tendons, and together with the vast and mighty Gang Qi inside it, it struck a palm towards Ping Han.

This palm not only contained Zhang Yu's own power but also erupted with the subtlety of the Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force, unleashing in a single burst the twenty strikes of accumulated power from Zhang Yu's previous entanglement with Ping Han.

With the blessing of the Martial Dao Saint Body, the power of this series of attacks was not only propelled and enhanced step by step but also condensed into one under microscopic control, turning into a powerful palm force that erupted from the Wuxiang Spirit General's hand, ultimately blasting fiercely towards Ping Han.

Almost at the same time the Searing Sun Rays dissipated, what Ping Han saw when he looked up was this overwhelming palm.

The terrifying palm force compressed the air, pressing on Ping Han's face, making him feel suffocated, as if the air itself was being solidified into a physical object by this palm.

Amidst a rumbling screech, this palm of the Wuxiang Spirit General seemed about to blast a hole right through the sky.

Bang!

As the Blade Qi in Ping Han's hand violently collided with the Wuxiang Spirit General, rolling waves of air exploded between them, stirring up a sky full of mud and sand.

The arm of the Wuxiang Spirit General instantly exploded, shattering into a cloud of dust and smoke.

Ping Han's body was abruptly sent flying backwards, like a bolt of black lightning, crashing heavily towards the ground.

Amidst crackling explosions, Ping Han slammed through the battlefield in a straight line, breaking open one large hole after another.

On Zhang Yu's side, his palm seal changed, once again using Xiao San He to control the sand and mud, reforming the broken arm of the Wuxiang Spirit General.

At the same time, three golden armors formed from the three Taiyi Liquid Gold Pills shot out, like three golden lumps of sticky substance, directly merging into the Wuxiang Spirit General's body and rapidly spreading across its surface.

In the blink of an eye, the front of the Wuxiang Spirit General seemed to be plated in a layer of golden armor.

But right after Zhang Yu finished this step, there was a rumble from the distant ground, and Ping Han, who had just been smashed away, burst out from the earth, shooting over like a bolt of black lightning.

Glancing over Ping Han's undamaged armor, Zhang Yu thought to himself: "Really tough."

"It seems ordinary methods can't break this tortoise shell of his."

Although he had some estimate of combat-specific armors, Ping Han's actual combat power and defense still surprised Zhang Yu.

"Having money really makes you strong."

Zhang Yu's eye sockets continuously scanned Ping Han's armor, as if analyzing something.

He knew that the outer plating of this kind of armor was extremely strong, possessing formidable defense against all kinds of high heat, low temperature, shock, slashing, Gang Qi, magic arts...

Martial arts like the Yuanci Pulse-Severing Hand, which targeted Dharma Skeletons, would be even less effective through thick armor.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "I need a stronger, more targeted attack."

And the next moment, accompanied by a loud clang, the azure scythe formed from the Blade Qi in Ping Han's hand violently collided with the arm of the Wuxiang Spirit General.

Ping Han sneered: "You think this big guy can deal with me?"

Ping Han's Gang Qi erupted from beneath his feet, and he stood on the arm of the Wuxiang Spirit General, dashing along the arm straight towards Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu put his palms together and said in a low voice: "Ping Han! You talk too much."

Amidst continuous crackling explosions, the surface of the Wuxiang Spirit General rippled, and several arms wrapped in Taiyi Liquid Gold bulged out, shooting towards the charging Ping Han like a forest of spears.

Ping Han's azure long scythe danced like a storm, slicing and blasting away the incoming golden palms, as if severing golden currents one after another, splashing everywhere.

"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak! Zhang Yu!"

The two moved back and forth across the arms, head, chest, and back of the Wuxiang Spirit General, fiercely fighting.

Ping Han let out a long roar and shouted: "Look at all this junk on you, does it add up to 100 spirit coins?"

"With so little money, you dare to fight?"

The entire battlefield turned into Zhang Yu's weapon, with golden palm prints rushing towards Ping Han from all directions.

But Ping Han just laughed wildly, cutting and shattering all the incoming palm prints, like a shredding machine, madly tearing apart the Wuxiang Spirit General before him.

In the rolling, tumbling melee, Zhang Yu repaired the Wuxiang Spirit General while fighting and retreating, saying coldly: "You think the money earned from trading coins is your own money?"

Ping Han sneered: "I earned this money with my courage! With my wisdom! With my insight! How is it not my own money?"

Zhang Yu raised rolling Gang Qi, which twisted around Ping Han's Blade Qi, constantly slowing down his opponent's attacks.

Zhang Yu: "Even if I'm not as rich as you, I can still defeat you."

Ping Han's blade light flashed repeatedly as he shouted, "Someone poorer than me wants to beat me? You're fucking dreaming!"

"A poor man ought to submit, ought to lose. There's no way he can block this move I'm making with my savings!"

With a fierce roar from Ping Han, the light around him suddenly blazed, rising like a dazzling star.

"Torrent of Humanity! Purify the world!"

Beams of light burst from behind Ping Han, filled with dense price charts, trade information, bullish news, and countless crypto speculators' comments, thoughts, and shouts…

In just an instant, every corner of the atmosphere was saturated with endless Qiongjiang Coin data, transforming into all kinds of special effects projected onto the arena—like a torrent sweeping through the spirit realm, exploding with boundless radiance in the eyes of every spectator.

Even every 0.1 second, each piece of information within seemed to undergo tens of thousands of changes, like billions of stars illuminating the world.

Under this terrifying spirit-realm spectacle, the Torrent of Humanity, spectators instantly felt their eye prosthetics struggling to keep up, their vision already severely stuttering.

Those with better-performing eye prosthetics felt their brains hit by an unimaginable impact, no longer able to see anything on the battlefield.

Low-end eye prosthetics, like the Ji Hu model, directly malfunctioned, forcibly shutting down and restarting in their users' eyes.

"So… so rich! I can't see anything anymore!"

"So rich! Ping Han is really rich! Even after crossing the spirit realm, I can't look straight at him!"

"What terrifying pressure! I can't even face the battlefield anymore!"

At the center of the battlefield, Zhang Yu felt his vision go black, his brain flooded with excessive information in an instant and entering an overload state.

Watching Zhang Yu submerge into the Formless Spirit General, Ping Han stepped forward and shouted, "It's over, Zhang Yu."

The terrifying pressure slowly receded, the brilliant light gradually faded, and Ping Han's savings stopped burning.

His blade aura kept sweeping, already slicing the Formless Spirit General's body apart piece by piece.

With a bang, the Formless Spirit General's arms were severed by Ping Han's blade and flung to the ground beside him.

"Zhang Yu, let me teach you one last lesson."

"In this world, a poor man simply isn't considered a human being."

The blade aura flashed repeatedly, breaking apart the palm prints that shot toward him and shattering most of the Formless Spirit General's body.

Ping Han said coldly, "I've broken and rebuilt nine times, from poor to rich, barely managing to take human shape."

"You're still far behind."

Boom!

The Formless Spirit General shattered completely, revealing Zhang Yu inside.

At the same time, the audience had refocused, and the entire arena was filled with dense text projections.

Bankrupt him! Bankrupt him! Bankrupt! Bankrupt! Fuck him hard! Bankrupt!

Countless text projections eventually converged into the two words "Bankrupt."

At this moment, the full weight of malice solidified into substance, intent on tearing Zhang Yu—who talked down the Qiongjiang Coin—into pieces.

Just as Ping Han raised his blade aura, ready to end it all,

Zhang Yu pressed his hands together and said calmly, "Ping Han, don't you want to know how I'll beat you?"

"This is the move that beats you."

The next moment, the Formless Spirit General's remains that Ping Han had just chopped into pieces and scattered everywhere seemed to come alive, each bursting with intense Qi.

At the same time, spots on Ping Han's body lit up in Zhang Yu's eye prosthetics.

These were the weaknesses Zhang Yu deduced after using the Treasure Appraisal Art to assess Ping Han's armor and Dharma Prosthetics, continuously analyzing their structures, and ultimately evaluating the combined weak points of both armor and prosthetics.

The remains scattered around had already transformed under support of the Little Three Harmonies and Formless Cloud Qi into countless palm prints, closing in on Ping Han from all sides.

Taking advantage of their fall, these remains had occupied different attack positions, making this encirclement devoid of any blind spots, sealing off nearly every bit of space around Ping Han.

Moreover, within those palm prints was also the force of the twenty strikes Ping Han had just unleashed.

Nine Heavens Cloud Void, Thousand Hands Saintly Martial!

Under the encirclement that combined both Zhang Yu's and Ping Han's power, Ping Han was suppressed at once and blasted into the ground in an instant.