You dare to cultivate without money?!
Chapter 96 - 96 75 Carrying the Dragon and Flipping the Mountain

96: Chapter 75: Carrying the Dragon and Flipping the Mountain 96: Chapter 75: Carrying the Dragon and Flipping the Mountain Le Mulan returned to the Purple Cloud High School’s rest area and saw Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground.

She walked up to him and directly sat on his back as if he were a small stool.

This was her punishment for Lian Tianji’s failure; for the next three days, whenever he appeared in front of her, he had to be her bench.

Lian Tianji asked, “That was over so quickly?”

He recalled watching the battle between Bai Zhenzhen and Xiong Wenwu.

Although Bai Zhenzhen’s stats weren’t great, her combat abilities were remarkable, always able to detect her opponent’s weaknesses.

Lian Tianji had thought Bai Zhenzhen could have forced the grade’s sacred number one to reveal more moves.

Le Mulan frowned, kicked Lian Tianji’s body with her raised right foot, and said indifferently, “Stools shouldn’t talk.”

Lian Tianji immediately shut his mouth.

However, Le Mulan added, “She has no money left for treatment, although even with money, it would just be a waste of time.”

Lian Tianji instantly understood, but that’s how the world works; money is also a part of strength.

A lack of it showcases one’s weakness.

Bai Zhenzhen is poor, while…

Lian Tianji thought to himself, “It’s inevitable for the poor to lose to the rich.”

Just then, Zhang Yu and Song Halong took to the stage one after the other.

Lian Tianji slowly moved his head, directing his gaze towards the arena.

After being defeated, a person typically has two coping mechanisms.

Either they claim they were careless.

Or praise the other side as too strong.

The former appears uglier, while the latter is more face-saving.

Thus, Lian Tianji also wanted to choose the latter.

“If Zhang Yu beats Song Halong, then maybe I can regain my advertisement deals…”

After all, it changes from ‘being beaten by a student of Songyang’ to ‘narrowly losing to a finalist’.

“Come on, Zhang Yu!”

Also cheering for Zhang Yu from the White Dragon High School’s rest area was Chu Qiuhe, who couldn’t help but secretly curse Song Halong.

Even though as a White Dragon man, he was well aware of Song Halong’s prowess, he couldn’t help but harbor a sliver of fantasy: “Maybe?

Could he lose due to carelessness?

Song Halong…

only if you lose, can everyone save face.”

As Song Halong on the stage spread his arms and raised them high, a tsunami of cheers erupted from the audience.

“Song Halong!

Number one!”

“Song Halong!

Number one!”

Zhao Tianxing listened to the unified chants of the White Dragon people and felt that Zhang Yu was currently isolated and unsupported on the arena.

He couldn’t help but think, “Should we give Zhang Yu some support too?”

But as he voiced this thought, he saw He Dayou quickly turn his head away, pretending not to hear.

Qian Shen also reluctantly said, “Let’s not, after all, this is White Dragon’s territory.”

Watching the powerful chants from the White Dragon people, Zhao Tianxing’s initial desire to cheer for Zhang Yu gradually faded.

Thinking about how nervous he felt just watching from afar, he couldn’t imagine the pressure Zhang Yu must be feeling standing on the stage.

…

On the arena.

As Song Halong’s right hand clenched into a fist, the cheers from the audience instantly dissipated, and the scene returned to silence.

Song Halong looked at Zhang Yu and laughed heartily, “I never thought a kid from Songyang could fight his way to the top four after defeating so many opponents.”

“As a reward for you, I’ll make this battle a bit easier.”

With that, Song Halong ruffled his spiky hair, and the next moment, a set of numbers appeared on his forehead.

10 million?

While Zhang Yu was puzzling over this, Song Halong immediately addressed his confusion: “This is a feature of my external spirit root, which shows my health insurance limit.”

“My current insurance limit is 10 million.

If you can exhaust this 10 million treatment budget, I’ll concede.”

Good grief, you really showed your health bar, didn’t you?

Zhang Yu tightly stared at the number, pondering its implications for the upcoming battle.

But, realizing the opponent’s insurance could cover 10 million, while his own could only cover 100,000…

no wait, now only 70,000 worth of injuries, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness.

Yet, in the next moment, he adjusted his mindset using the mental method of the Heavenly Martial Refining Heart Technique, suppressing all negative emotions, summoning his fighting spirit, and fully immersing himself in the battle ahead.

In the stands, due to Song Halong’s overpowering physique, his voice always resonated throughout the venue, causing astonished gasps and admiration from the audience.

“As expected of White Dragon’s number one, he has an insurance limit of a whole 10 million!”

“He’s so wealthy, no wonder he excels in so many aspects!”

“No kidding, how could someone poor match Song Halong’s brilliance?”

“Song Halong has the highest scores in the monthly exams and is this rich; I think the Martial Arts competition’s champion should be awarded directly to him!”

On the arena, Song Halong beckoned to Zhang Yu: “You take the first move; if I do, you might not have a chance.”

Seeing Song Halong so defenseless, Zhang Yu tentatively launched a palm with the Formless Cloud Gang, striking fiercely at his chest.

With a crackling explosion, the palm, capable of splitting stones, landed on Song Halong, yet Zhang Yu felt as if he’d struck a large rubber tire.

Not only did the opponent remain unmoved, but the number on his forehead only decreased by 300.

Zhang Yu recalled Lei Jun’s introduction about the Elephant Demon Muscle: “This Song Halong has been implanted with Elephant Demon Musculature.

Mana channeled through it can directly enhance his physical strength, making his power and resistance to blows unpredictable.”

“Coupled with his physical strength being far superior to mine, and the protective effect of his external spirit root ‘Nurturing Spirit Root’…”

Clearly, due to Song Halong’s formidable physique, he wasn’t injured by Zhang Yu’s palm strike.

In the same moment, Song Halong shook his head and said, “That palm only cost me 300; its power is too weak.”

“Put more effort into it, brother.

At this rate, even if I let you hit me, exhausting the 10 million…

how long will that take?”

Several more palms struck Song Halong’s vital points, but it still felt like hitting a rubber tire.

Although Song Halong’s body trembled slightly, the total reduction on his forehead…

was only just over 2000 more.

More astonishingly…

in the next moment, there were signs of recovery in the numbers on Song Halong’s forehead.

What should have been a reduction of over 2300 gradually became a reduction of just over 2000.

Having noticed Zhang Yu’s change in expression, Song Halong laughed and pointed to the numbers on his forehead: “Did they go back up?”

“Sorry, sorry, the combat spirit root I’m using now isn’t the regular nurturing spirit root, but the deluxe version.”

“This spirit root not only enhances my physical strength and resilience but can also continuously absorb spiritual energy from the air, gradually healing my injuries.”

Seeing Zhang Yu’s increasingly serious expression, Song Halong laughed heartily and said, “Are you not going to attack?

If you don’t hurry, it’ll go back to 10 million.”

Hearing Song Halong’s loud proclamation, not only the many spectators in the audience but also the contestants from various schools around the arena felt as if loads of money were weighing down in front of the two.

Everyone felt that the ten million seemed like an impenetrable wall blocking Zhang Yu’s path, leaving him without a shred of victory.

“Since you’re not coming, then I’ll come to you.”

The 2.5-meter-tall Song Halong spread his large hands like dragon claws towards Zhang Yu.

Mana coursing through the Elephant Demon Musculature directly augmented his strength and physique, making complex moves unnecessary; just this brute force was enough to sweep through the first year.

Feeling the overwhelming force of the claws, Zhang Yu remained unflustered.

“The data gap is too wide.

Purely relying on my strength won’t defeat him.”

“The only way is to use his strength against him.

Defense and counterattack are my combat methods.”

As Zhang Yu thought this, arms raised to block Song Halong with Formless Cloud Gang, he realized the opponent’s claw movement had changed, launching a grappling maneuver.

“Grappling?”

“Not just that…”

In full concentration, Zhang Yu watched each change in the opponent’s grappling stance, hurriedly dodging while continuously using Formless Cloud Gang to block.

He soon realized Song Halong was executing a grappling and wrestling martial art.

It was Song Halong’s Expert-level Martial Arts, Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand Level 1 activated!

This was an Expert-level Martial Arts that propelled grappling and wrestling with pure physical force.

With the Elephant Demon Musculature implanted, Song Halong’s mana was used entirely to enhance his body, making this martial art, driven by pure physical might, exceptionally suited to him.

Yet, because he had focused more on other aspects, Song Halong’s martial skills weren’t strong.

Although the technique wasn’t difficult, it was just at a mere Level 1.

But with his incredibly strong physique and this Level 1 grappling and wrestling martial art, it was enough for Song Halong to crush strong opponents of the same level.

At this moment, Zhang Yu felt this pressure.

In full concentration, he sensed the opponent’s hands were like a giant net, attempting bit by bit to envelop him fully, then swing him to the ground, subduing him completely.

“Want to wrestle with me?

Ground fighting?”

Lacking any related skills, Zhang Yu naturally didn’t want to tangle with him on the ground, pitting physical strength and grappling techniques.

Like a small swimming fish, he painstakingly avoided capture under Song Halong’s overarching grasp.

But finally…

“Got you.”

Song Halong suddenly tightened his grip on Zhang Yu’s arm, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

However, just as he and Zhang Yu simultaneously exerted force, Zhang Yu roared.

The Formless Cloud Gang, initially only covering Zhang Yu’s palms, suddenly surged, extending to his elbows, and slipped out of Song Halong’s grip like an eel.

Below the arena, Lian Tianji was shaken, thinking in surprise, “In a desperate situation, his Limitless Cloud Hand has broken through again?

To Level 5?

This Zhang Yu truly is a martial arts prodigy.”