Chapter 80: Champion

Although Bai Zhenzhen suggested spitting, Zhang Yu still felt that doing so would disgrace his status as an outsourced member of the patrol team, so he chose to use his own blood instead.

And sure enough, his own blood, the blood of a poor wretch, also made Le Mulan feel disgusted; she would rather dodge outright than even touch it with her sword aura.

On the other side, Le Mulan watched Zhang Yu seize the opportunity to charge at her. She snorted, lightly flicked her sword fingers, and was about to block him with sword aura when she realized that Zhang Yu’s speed was astonishingly fast.

This was only because, after several rounds of combat earlier, the weighted clothing on Zhang Yu’s body had long been tattered and torn.

In this battle against Le Mulan, he needed to unleash his full speed, so he had simply taken off the weighted clothing before the fight started, then spent over ten minutes getting used to it.

After the battle began, he deliberately held back his full speed—partly to lull Le Mulan into complacency, and partly to continue warming up.

He needed to adapt to the speed of Le Mulan’s sword aura, and also to make his own body and blood warmer, hotter, more ablaze!

…

Bai Zhenzhen: “Her Ice Skin and Jade Bones should be a special constitution. I don’t know if it’s innate or acquired, but because of this constitution, her mana doesn’t need special conversion—it’s directly low-temperature special mana. As soon as it’s refined, it’s a cut above the rest.”

“After this low-temperature mana is infused into her sword aura, anyone who collides with her sword aura will have their body temperature lowered, slowing down nerve reactions and muscle speed…”

“You need to make your own body burn hot in order to resist this low-temperature mana for a short time.”

…

At this moment, as soon as Zhang Yu launched a full-speed sprint, he was like a bolt of lightning—not so fast that Le Mulan couldn’t react, but definitely faster than she had expected.

“His full speed is this fast? He was holding back before?”

“The low-temperature mana didn’t work?”

This string of unexpected surprises made Le Mulan’s sword aura reaction even slower, and she could only slash all her sword aura toward where she stood, trying to block Zhang Yu in front of her.

Facing over a dozen sword aura blades flying toward him, Zhang Yu slapped out with his right arm wrapped in crimson dimensional aura, choosing to clash head-on with the sword aura.

Before him was exactly what Bai Zhenzhen had mentioned—another one of Le Mulan’s weaknesses.

Although the Star Dou Sword Aura was sharp, Le Mulan had ultimately not cultivated this sword technique to the limit achievable in the Qi Refining realm.

Her surging mana allowed her to recklessly shoot out sword aura, but with her mana control, she simply couldn’t maintain fine control over so many sword aura blades for an extended period.

So after fighting for a while, if many sword aura blades were fired simultaneously, due to Le Mulan’s insufficient control over them, the sword aura would interfere with each other, weakening their power.

In an instant, Zhang Yu’s right arm clashed head-on with the dozen or so sword aura blades in front of him.

“Indeed, the power isn’t as great as I imagined.”

Using Formless Cloud Aura combined with the Indestructible Seal, Zhang Yu shattered most of the sword aura, but his palm was again cut with several sword marks, and the splashing blood dyed his aura an even deeper crimson, wrapping around his arm like fire.

And Zhang Yu’s steps did not pause at all; he had already charged within half a meter of Le Mulan and reached out to grab her arm.

Ah! With a roar, Le Mulan’s two fingers erupted with dozens of sword aura blades, all slashing at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu’s expression remained unchanged. Braving the subcutaneous aura and the Indestructible Seal, and with a body full of sword wounds and blood, he clamped down on Le Mulan’s right arm.

At that moment, Le Mulan was completely caught in close quarters by Zhang Yu.

Once again, Bai Zhenzhen’s words flashed through Zhang Yu’s mind.

…

“I can sense from her sword aura that killing me isn’t her primary goal—forcing me back is the main objective.”

“Her last weakness is very likely related to her cleanliness obsession—she’s not good at close-quarters combat.”

“After all, it’s only been half a year since high school started. Even if she’s rich, I don’t believe she’s truly trained to be proficient in everything.”

…

Right now, facing Zhang Yu closing in, Le Mulan—who had witnessed Zhang Yu’s fight with Song Hailong—instantly felt a strong sense of danger.

So Le Mulan immediately slashed out waves of low-temperature sword aura, trying to force Zhang Yu back.

And at this moment, within Zhang Yu’s scorching body, power was continuously erupting. The Formless Cloud Aura, together with the hot blood flowing from his body, smashed out fiercely.

For a time, within that half-meter distance, ice-blue sword aura and crimson aura shone brilliantly against each other.

But Le Mulan felt that once Zhang Yu had closed in, he seemed to have transformed into a blazing storm, constantly devouring her sword aura and threatening to swallow her whole.

The sword aura was pulled off course by the dimensional aura and deflected by the Indestructible Seal.

At the same time, the Level 2 Back-Dragon Mountain-Overturning Palm erupted fiercely, and with a single move, it slammed Yue Mulan hard onto the ground, leaving her head dizzy.

The next moment, seeing Zhang Yu, covered in blood, filthy and stinking, actually sit directly on top of her, Yue Mulan’s face filled with terror as she roared, “Get off…”

At the same time, the sword qi within her was about to burst forth again.

But before she could finish her roar, and before her sword qi was fully unleashed, she heard a strange cracking sound from her hands—Zhang Yu had used the heavy technique of the Back-Dragon Mountain-Overturning Palm to twist and dislocate the joints of her wrists.

Under the effects of the medicine, she felt no pain, but she could no longer emit sword qi from her fingers.

Yue Mulan stared at Zhang Yu in shock and fury, never expecting that a single dodge, a single moment of carelessness, would give him such an opportunity.

It had prevented her from fully unleashing her skills, leaving her in such a predicament.

Filled with resentment and rage, she moved her legs to struggle further, but then she heard Zhang Yu’s cold voice beside her ear.

“You said you’re very rich, that money is also part of your power.” Amid sharp cracking sounds, the joints of Yue Mulan’s legs were also twisted and broken by Zhang Yu, one after another.

“Now I’m going to beat you to a pulp. Try using money to stop me.”

At that moment, Yue Mulan felt as if she had become a toy in Zhang Yu’s hands. As he executed the Back-Dragon Mountain-Overturning Palm, her body’s joints were destroyed one by one, and soon she was completely unable to move, lying on the ground, helpless.

Yue Mulan stared at Zhang Yu as if she wanted to cut him into a thousand pieces.

Zhang Yu said flatly, “Let me tell you one last thing.”

“All these weaknesses of yours were seen by Bai Zhenzhen, and she told me.”

“If her insurance fee hadn’t been insufficient,”

“She could have defeated you too.”

Boom!

Grabbing Yue Mulan’s head, Zhang Yu hurled her off the ring with a fierce throw, discarding her like trash and slamming her heavily onto the ground.

And as everyone watched Zhang Yu, covered in blood and standing alone atop the ring, the entire scene fell silent.

No one could have imagined, no one could have anticipated, not even in their wildest dreams, that today’s martial arts competition would end with a poor student from Songyang High School standing as the last one left.

No.

Xiong Wenwu was defeated.

Song Hailong was defeated.

Yue Mulan was defeated.

One by one, the top students and rich kids from the three major high schools were all defeated—defeated by a poor student, defeated by a student from another high school.

The poor person won? The rich person lost?

Just as countless students from these three major high schools were plunged into silence and shock,

Zhao Tianxing suddenly began clapping excitedly.

It wasn’t that he had any particular motive, nor was he trying to show off—he just, seeing Zhang Yu’s achievements today, instinctively and uncontrollably applauded him.

At that moment, Zhang Yu’s tattered Songyang High School uniform seemed to Zhao Tianxing’s eyes to have become something lofty and impressive.

But the solitary applause sounded so jarring in the vast, quiet hall that after just a few claps, Zhao Tianxing stopped in fear.

Soon, however, Bai Zhenzhen cheered and began clapping from under the ring.

Qian Shen, standing next to Zhao Tianxing, also started clapping, his eyes filled with shock as he stared toward the ring.

He Dayou, the school board chairman’s son, gently clapped as well, saying, “You’re something else. Brought great face to Songyang.”

Lian Tianji from Ziyun High School also slowly clapped, thinking to himself that his advertisement should come back again.

Song Hailong looked at Zhang Yu with a complicated expression, then suddenly began to clap too; and as he clapped, all the White Dragon members followed suit.

Even Chu Qiuhe, who had been pretending to be unconscious on a stretcher, had at some point stretched out both hands and was clapping vigorously.

Amid the applause filling the venue, Bai Zhenzhen laughed and jumped onto the ring.

“Champion! Champion! We are the champions!”

“I told you that Yue Mulan was no good—she can’t handle close combat. She doesn’t have what it takes.”

She pulled Zhang Yu’s arm and raised both hands together, looking down at the crowd with pride. Even the uniform of Songyang High School seemed to become more dazzling and eye-catching.

She then shouted loudly: “If anyone wants to place ads or find endorsements, contact us! My buddy here is not only the martial arts tournament champion, but also placed fourth in the mage competition…”

Beside her, Zhang Yu looked at the crowd in the arena, but felt his vision gradually blur.

Although he hadn’t been seriously injured in the last fight, with all his focus… he had used several martial arts techniques in succession and spilled a lot of blood. Combined with the exhaustion from the previous battles, Zhang Yu couldn’t help feeling dizzy again.

He reached out to Bai Zhenzhen: “Zhen, I feel dizzy. Help me see a doctor.”

Bai Zhenzhen said excitedly: “Hold on, hold on—stay standing a little longer. The whole stadium is looking at us.”

Zhang Yu sighed: “To help you teach that Le Mulan a lesson, I risked bankruptcy, fought desperately, and bled. It’d be fine if you don’t call me ‘dad,’ but now that dad isn’t feeling well, you won’t even give me a hand.”

Bai Zhenzhen felt that Zhang Yu would be able to boast about this incident for the rest of his life.

However, she was still dissatisfied that he hadn’t properly followed her tactics. She criticized: “Spilling so much blood—isn’t that just because you insisted on showing off? If you had followed my plan and just spat, blew snot, and drooled, wouldn’t that have been safer and more effective than shedding blood?”

Not far away, Le Mulan, lying on the ground waiting for first aid, stiffened her eyelids. A flash of shock seemed to pass through her eyes, and she realized something: “The bottom lines of these two poor people… are unfathomably deep.”

Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen had already picked up Zhang Yu and was walking toward the first aid area, not letting this guy keep bragging in front of her.

Lei Jun followed behind them, his face full of concern.

Just thinking about Zhang Yu winning first place in this martial arts competition made him unable to suppress his excitement.

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