You dare to cultivate without money?!
Chapter 142 - 142 115 Holding Up the Sky Thanks to the Alliance Leader 'Gently and Softly Hehe'_2

142: Chapter 115: Holding Up the Sky (Thanks to the Alliance Leader ‘Gently and Softly Hehe’)_2 142: Chapter 115: Holding Up the Sky (Thanks to the Alliance Leader ‘Gently and Softly Hehe’)_2 Thus, some people succeeded, some failed, and others got injured.

Gang Shan said, “In this round, everyone is going all out.

The exact number of this target weight is quite interesting.

I think the more precisely the contestants set this target weight, the deeper their insight into their own strength limits should be.”

Le Jingchen nodded and said, “Theoretically, the more you understand your body and state, the more precise the weight you set can be.”

When Bai Zhenzhen took the stage, the number displayed on the Sky Column was 8050 kilograms.

As the immense pressure transmitted from her palms, the scars on Bai Zhenzhen’s body turned red again, like dragon claws slowly tightening around her body.

Perhaps due to the excitement of the speed competition, Bai Zhenzhen’s scars became even more crimson, emitting a ruby-like luster.

And when Bai Zhenzhen, with a loud roar, lifted the Sky Column upward, several scars finally split open, staining her body with blood.

Bai Zhenzhen let out a painful grunt, angrily shouting in her heart, “Damn body…

hold on!

I want to make it to the top 10!”

After holding out for five seconds, Bai Zhenzhen then released the Sky Column, stepping down the platform covered in blood.

Wang Hai immediately rushed up and sighed helplessly, “You know your situation, why didn’t you report a lower weight?”

Bai Zhenzhen smiled slightly without speaking, only thinking to herself, “Last Martial Arts competition, I couldn’t play to the end because I had neither money nor confidence.”

“This time, Yu Zi won the championship and covered my medical expenses, so I can finally let loose a bit.”

Thinking of this, Bai Zhenzhen looked at Zhang Yu, who remained immersed in his own world, undisturbed, and mused, “Good, Yu Zi, keep it up.

Mom’s injuries depend on you to cover the medical expenses.”

At this moment, Bai Zhenzhen felt a wave of heat rushing toward her, noticing Le Mulan walking by to take the stage, exuding waves of rolling heat as if about to be cooked.

Bai Zhenzhen internally commented, “This damn…

how much medicine did you take?

Are you going to turn into a furnace?”

Le Mulan recalled the process of taking medicine just backstage.

The competition coach beside her said worriedly, “Even though it’s President Le Jingchen’s request, isn’t this dosage too dangerous?”

Le Mulan replied indifferently, “Give it to me.”

She slowly spoke to the advertisement camera nearby, “For other students, this stage is only about challenging their strength limits, but for someone like me who’s undergone Super Metabolism surgery, it’s also about challenging my limits of medication.”

After showcasing the medicines one by one, Le Mulan pushed them into her body, and soon after, felt her heart thumping heavily, and her face instantly turning red.

“My target weight is 9000 kilograms, an achievement only strength-type contestants can reach, but now…

I can do it!”

On the stage, after Le Mulan, trembling all over, supported the 9000-kilogram Sky Column for five seconds, she suddenly collapsed to her knees, feeling her leg bones fracture.

But facing numerous cameras and upcoming publicity, she knew she couldn’t show weakness, because it’s her responsibility and duty as a key family prodigy.

So she struggled to stand on her feet, trying to walk off the stage as if nothing had happened.

Once off stage, she was immediately surrounded by cameras, and despite feeling dizzy, Le Mulan recited the ad lines under the prompt from the competition coach.

Following Le Mulan’s success at 9000 kilograms, Song Halong lifted 9300 kilograms, Hu Yuntao supported 9800 kilograms through a bloody effort, and Yu Xinghan broke through 10001 kilograms, becoming the second one to successfully challenge the 10,000-kilogram Sky Column in the audience.

Then, with everyone’s eyes on him, Xiong Wenwu, still bearing traces of blood, slowly took the stage.

But just as everyone anticipated Xiong Wenwu’s performance, Wang Hai noticed something strange.

“Where’s Zhang Yu?

Why hasn’t he gone on stage yet?”

“Could he be queued after Xiong Wenwu?”

“Exactly how many kilograms did he register for?”

Meanwhile, Xiong Wenwu once again looked up at the slowly descending Sky Column, feeling the dark, massive pillar gradually obscuring his vision, as if the sky was falling.

It was a sensation of the sky collapsing…

one he had experienced countless times from a young age.

Every breeding base selection, every time a companion was eliminated, every high school exam…

each time was so tense, so fearful, and left him feeling helpless.

Just like now, trying to hold up his hands to withstand the descending pressure from above.

Yet, he still could only feel the 10800-kilogram weight pressing down with irresistible force, making him bow his head, bending his spine, and pushing him to his knees on the ground.

Next to him, the referee asked, “Xiong Wenwu, do you want to continue?”

Xiong Wenwu didn’t hear the referee, only replaying his father’s orders in his mind.

“10800 kilograms, you should be able to do that, right?

Isn’t strength your specialty?

If you can’t do even that, who would buy the new technology Red Tower is releasing?”

“Injury?”

“Without injury, how can you showcase the repair abilities brought by the new technology?”

“Injury is good; the more severe the injury, the better your recovery can be demonstrated.”

At this moment, Xiong Wenwu’s muscles were taut, teeth on the verge of being crushed, and his heart beating violently like a car engine.

I can do it!

I can do it, father!

The current me is no longer the past, simply accepting fate’s arrangement and watching the sky fall as number 33456.

The current me has studied, has undertaken the Immortal Path, is a high schooler!

A favored one aiming for college!

The current me…

can hold up the sky!

Roar!

With an explosive burst of muscle strength in his arms, Xiong Wenwu fiercely held up the descending Sky Column.

Then, with his substantial body rising with a thundering force, the Sky Column was pushed back by a meter.

Even as muscles snapped and bones fractured, blood erupted from Xiong Wenwu’s body, and fresh blood spilled from his mouth as internal organs surged up.

The next five seconds felt like an entire past life to him.

When Xiong Wenwu came back to his senses, he was already lying on the stage.

Watching Hu Yuntao rush in front of him, Xiong Wenwu murmured, “Did…

did I succeed?”

Hu Yuntao nodded repeatedly, excitedly saying, “Big brother!

You did it!

With your promotion, the Black Dragon Blood technology is sure to be a big hit!”

Meanwhile, cameras immediately followed, beginning to document Xiong Wenwu’s entire injury recovery process.

Hu Yuntao encouraged on the side, “Big Brother!

Hang in there, don’t faint!

You haven’t even said the ad lines…”

Just as Xiong Wenwu was carried away, the Red Tower people excitedly called out first place, while many students and spectators marveled at Xiong Wenwu’s achievement.

The Sky Column on stage slightly shook, revealing a number.

12531 kilograms.

Only then did everyone realize, there’s another expert?!

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The Battle of the Gods competition at the Starting Point officially starts today.

Thank you all for the previous nominations, which allowed me to have the privilege of enjoying the Oasis Group’s buffet.

Although I’ve only been writing two chapters recently, I’m looking forward to the exclusive commemorative monthly tickets for the Battle of the Gods.

The chapter fragments are almost enough to repay a chapter loan, and I should be able to repay it the day after tomorrow.