Back Dragon Overturning Mountain

When Le Mulan returned to the rest area of Ziyun High School, she saw Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground.

She walked up to the other person and used Lian Tianji as a small stool, sitting on his back.

This was her punishment for failing to Lian Tianji; for the next three days, whenever the other party appeared in front of her, he would have to be her bench.

Lian Tianji asked, "It's over so quickly?"

He reviewed the battle between Bai Zhenzhen and Xiong Wenwu. Although Bai Zhenzhen's stats were not good, her actual combat ability was extremely strong. She could always see through her opponent's weaknesses. Lian Tianji originally thought that Bai Zhenzhen could force the top student in the grade to make a few more moves.

Le Mulan frowned, kicked Lian Tianji's body with her raised right foot, and said calmly, "Don't talk, stool."

Lian Tianji immediately shut his mouth.

However, Le Mulan added, "She doesn't have the money for treatment anymore, although even if she did, it would just be a waste of time."

Lian Tianji instantly understood, but that's how the world is; money is also a part of strength, and a lack of money is a sign of weakness.

Bai Zhenzhen was a poor man, and...

Lian Tianji thought to himself, "It is only natural for the poor to lose to the rich."

Just then, Zhang Yu and Song Hailong went on stage one after the other.

Lian Tianji slowly moved his head, turning his gaze toward the arena.

When a person is defeated, there are usually two ways to cope.

They might say they were careless.

Either they praise the opponent for being too strong.

The former appears uglier, while the latter is more respectable.

Therefore, Lian Tianji also wanted to choose the latter.

"If Zhang Yu beats Song Hailong, I might be able to get my advertising partnership back..."

After all, this changed the situation from "being defeated by Songyang students" to "narrowly losing to a finalist".

"Go for it, Zhang Yu!"

Chu Qiuhe, who was in the rest area of White Dragon High School, was also cheering for Zhang Yu in his heart. He even couldn't help but secretly Curse Song Hailong.

Although he, as White Dragon Person, was well aware of Song Hailong's terrifying power, a sliver of delusion still welled up in his mind. "What if? What if I'm careless and accidentally lose? Song Hailong... only if you lose will everyone save face."

As Song Hailong opened his arms and raised his hands high on the ring, a thunderous roar of cheers immediately erupted from the audience.

"Song Hailong! Number one!"

"Song Hailong! Number one!"

Listening to the unified shouts of the White Dragon Person, Zhao Tianxing felt that Zhang Yu on the arena seemed so isolated and helpless at this moment.

He couldn't help but think, "Shouldn't we also give Zhang Yu a shout-out?"

But when he voiced his idea, he saw He Dayou standing to the side, quickly turn his head away and pretend he hadn't heard.

Qian Shen said with difficulty, "Let's forget about it. After all, this is White Dragon's territory."

Seeing the White Dragon Person's resounding cheers, Zhao Tianxing's initial desire to cheer for Zhang Yu gradually faded away.

He couldn't imagine the pressure Zhang Yu must feel, especially since he was already feeling incredibly nervous watching from afar.

On the ring.

As Song Hailong clenched his right fist, the cheers from the audience immediately subsided, and the entire venue fell silent once more.

Song Hailong looked at Zhang Yu and laughed heartily, "I never expected that a kid from Songyang could defeat so many opponents and reach the top four."

"As a reward for you, I'll make this battle a little easier."

As he spoke, Song Hailong smoothed his spiky hair with his hand, and a series of numbers appeared on his forehead.

10 million?

Just as Zhang Yu was wondering, Song Hailong directly answered his question, "This is a function that comes with my External Spirit Root, which can display my medical insurance expense limit."

"My current medical insurance limit is 10 million. If you can use up that entire 10 million treatment budget, I'll admit defeat."

"Good grief, you've given yourself a health bar, haven't you?" Zhang Yu stared intently at the number, beginning to consider its impact on the upcoming battle.

However, considering that the other party's insurance covered 10 million in treatment, while his own only covered 100,000... oh no, now he only had 70,000 left to treat his injuries, Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel helpless.

But the next moment, he activated the Heavenly Martial Heart Refinement Art, suppressing all his negative emotions, raising his fighting spirit, and throwing himself wholeheartedly into the battle before him.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Song Hailong's physique was so strong that his voice always resonated throughout the venue, making him visible and heard by many spectators. This moment, it elicited gasps and praises from the audience.

"No wonder White Dragon is the top student in his grade; his insurance policy has a full 10 million in coverage!"

"He's so rich! No wonder his grades are so good!"

"Nonsense, how could a poor person be as outstanding as Song Hailong?" "Song Hailong had the highest score in the Monthly Exam and is so rich, I think the Martial Arts Competition championship should be awarded to him directly!"

On the arena, Song Hailong waved to Zhang Yu: "You go first. If I make the first move, you might not have a chance."

Seeing Song Hailong's unguarded state, Zhang Yu tentatively struck him in the chest with a palm Formless Cloud Gang.

With a loud crack, a palm strike powerful enough to shatter stone struck Song Hailong, but Zhang Yu felt as if he had hit a large rubber tire.

Not only did the opponent not retreat at all, but the 10 million on his forehead only decreased by 300.

Zhang Yu recalled Lei Jun's description of the Elephant Tendon Body: "This Song Hailong has had Elephant Demon Muscle implanted in him. His magical power can be directly used to enhance his Physical Strength through these Elephant Demon Muscle, making his strength and resilience beyond what can be estimated by ordinary standards."

"Furthermore, his Physical Strength is already far superior to mine, and he also has the protective effect of his External Spirit Root, the ' Body Tempering Spirit Root '..."

Clearly, Song Hailong's powerful physique allowed him to withstand Zhang Yu's palm strike without sustaining any serious injury.

At the same time, Song Hailong shook his head and said, "This palm strike only costs me 300; its power is too weak."

"Come on, bro. At this rate, even if I just stand here and let you hit me, how long would it take you to beat up this 10 million?"

Several more palm strikes landed on Song Hailong's vital areas, but it still felt like hitting a rubber tire. Although Song Hailong's body trembled slightly, the numbers on his forehead only decreased by a little over 2,000.

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What was even more surprising was that, in the next moment, the numbers on Song Hailong's forehead showed signs of returning to normal.

The original deduction of over 2300 gradually became a deduction of just over 2000.

Seemingly noticing the change in Zhang Yu's gaze, Song Hailong laughed and pointed to the numbers on his forehead, saying, "Has it gone back up again?"

"I'm so sorry, but the Battle Spirit Root I'm using this time isn't an ordinary Body Tempering Spirit Root Deluxe Body Tempering Spirit Root."

"Besides enhancing my Physical Strength and resilience, this Spirit Root can also continuously absorb Spiritual Energy from the air, allowing my injuries to gradually heal themselves."

Seeing Zhang Yu's increasingly serious expression, Song Hailong laughed loudly, "Aren't you going to make a move? If you don't hurry, the price will rise back to 10 million."

Hearing Song Hailong loudly proclaim these words, both the audience in the stands and the contestants from various schools around the arena felt as if countless sums of money were pressing down on the two of them.

The ten million seemed to everyone as an impenetrable wall blocking Zhang Yu's path, leaving him with absolutely no chance of victory.

"If you won't come, then I will."

Standing at 2.5 meters tall, Song Hailong stretched out his large hand, which reached out like a dragon's claw towards Zhang Yu.

The magic power directly enhanced his strength and physique through the Elephant Demon Muscle, allowing him to sweep through the first-year high school students with just brute force, without needing many techniques.

Despite feeling the overwhelming claws, Zhang Yu remained completely calm.

"The data is far too different; it would be very difficult for me to defeat him on my own."

"The only way is to use his strength to defeat him; defense and counter-attack are my tactics."

Just as Zhang Yu was thinking this, and raised his arms to block Song Hailong with his Formless Cloud Gang, he found that the opponent's claw stance had changed and he had already used a set of grappling techniques.

"Catch?"

"More than..."

In his Full Concentration state, Zhang Yu watched the opponent's grasping posture change inch by inch, and quickly dodged while using the Formless Cloud Gang to block.

He quickly realized that Song Hailong was using a set of grappling and throwing techniques.

It was Song Hailong's Expert Level martial art, the Back Dragon Overturning Mountain Hand, Level 1, activated!

This is an Expert Level martial art that uses pure physical violence to drive grappling and wrestling techniques.

For Song Hailong, who had the Elephant Demon Muscle implanted in his body, all his magical power was used to enhance his physical form. This martial art, which was purely driven by physical violence, was a perfect fit for him.

Although Song Hailong's martial arts skills were not strong because he focused more on other areas, this set of Cultivation Method, even though not difficult, was only at Level 1.

But with his incredibly strong physique, coupled with his Level 1 grappling and wrestling skills, Song Hailong was already capable of crushing opponents of the same level.

At this moment, Zhang Yu felt this pressure. In a state of Full Concentration, he could feel that the other party's hands were like a large net, gradually enveloping him and then throwing him to the ground to completely subdue him.

"Want to wrestle with me? Want to try ground fighting?"

Zhang Yu, who lacked any relevant skills, naturally had no desire to wrestle with his opponent on the ground and then rely on Physical Strength and ground skills.

He was like a tiny fish, struggling to escape Song Hailong's overwhelming net time and time again.

But finally...

"Got you?"

Song Hailong suddenly gripped Zhang Yu's arm tightly, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

But at the very moment that he and Zhang Yu exerted their strength simultaneously, Zhang Yu let out a furious roar.

The Formless Cloud Gang that had originally only covered his palms suddenly surged and spread to his elbows, then slipped out of Song Hailong's palms like an eel.

Below the arena, Lian Tianji was shocked, thinking to himself, "Under dire circumstances, his Limitless Cloud Hand has broken through to level 5 again? This Zhang Yu is truly a martial arts prodigy."

(End of this chapter)