The Most Powerful Move

Inside the rest area of Ziyun High School.

Le Mulan had already sat back on Lian Tianji's back.

She watched as Bai Zhenzhen rushed to the ring, explaining her phone usage rights to the referee, and said, "Bai Zhenzhen can actually use Zhang Yu's phone to shop? Does she know the phone password and payment password?"

"These two must be sworn brothers."

Watching Zhang Yu slowly walk back to the rest area, Le Mulan patted Lian Tianji's head and said, "I remember you have this Zhang Yu as a friend, right?"

As soon as Zhang Yu returned to the rest area, he poured all the potions he had bought before the match to restore his physical strength, mana, and energy into his mouth.

Feeling the rapid recovery of his internal strength, he felt a little more at ease.

The organizers gave him a half-hour break before the start of the final, which Zhang Yu felt was enough to restore eight or nine tenths of his physical and magical strength.

Bai Zhenzhen said from the side, "... Did you remember everything I just told you?"

Seeing Zhang Yu nod, she continued, "Then I won't say anymore. You should rest well and prepare for the next battle."

Not long after Bai Zhenzhen left, Zhang Yu felt his phone vibrate slightly. When he opened it, he saw that Lian Tianji had recommended a friend to him.

"Le Mulan?"

Unable to understand why Le Mulan wanted to add him, Zhang Yu simply accepted the request.

Then I saw that Le Mulan had sent me a message: Let's meet. I have something I want to talk to you about.

Zhang Yu arrived at a quiet walkway outside the stadium and found Le Mulan already waiting there.

This top student from Ziyun High School is beautiful and has an icy demeanor. Wherever she goes, she seems to be the center of attention, attracting everyone's gaze.

Upon seeing Zhang Yu arrive, she said bluntly, "200,000, I'll bet you'll lose, how about it?"

Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback. "You want to pay money to win the competition?"

Le Mulan said indifferently, "Wealth is power, and money is part of strength. The Martial Arts Competition selects the strongest, so why can't I buy my way in?"

Zhang Yu stared at his opponent, snorted, and said, "You're not confident you can beat me?"

Le Mulan shook her head. "I just think that playing against you might cost more than 200,000 yuan. Using that 200,000 yuan to buy a guaranteed victory seems like a good deal."

Seeing Zhang Yu fall silent, Le Mulan added, "If you won't accept 200,000, then 400,000 will do. But that's the most I can offer. If you try to raise the price any further, I won't agree."

Zhang Yu swallowed hard. He had to admit that the 400,000 yuan that Le Mulan was throwing at him was more powerful than any move he had encountered in the previous few arena battles.

What kind of Cultivation Method can you buy with 400,000? For how long can you rent Spirit Root? How many cultivation tools can you buy? And how much can you improve your Talisman Arts?

Zhang Yu even felt that if he could have this 400,000, the improvement to his cultivation would far exceed the 50,000 prize money for the Martial Dao competition and an Expert-level Cultivation Method.

After all, in Kunxu, as long as you have money, you have potential and qualifications, and you can make rapid progress on the Immortal Dao. Even gods have to serve people.

Zhang Yu said, "Okay, just transfer it to my card."

Le Mulan spread her five fingers, and a purple jade-colored Talisman Book appeared in her palm. "Sign a contract with me under the witness of Orthodox God, and I will transfer the money to you immediately."

Seeing Zhang Yu remain silent instead of agreeing, Le Mulan asked in surprise, "You're hesitating over 400,000?"

She felt very strange.

"I heard Lian Tianji say that you can be hired as a security guard for a few hundred yuan, right?"

"You poor people fight tooth and nail for a few hundred or a few thousand every day, so why are you hesitating now that 400,000 is right in front of you?"

"Given your background and status, it's impossible for you to get into Ten Great Top Universities. Is winning first place in Martial Arts Competition really that important?"

There was no hint of sarcasm in Le Mulan's tone; she seemed genuinely puzzled by Zhang Yu's behavior.

She shook her head and turned to leave. "Since you can't decide right now, I'll be going. But you can come back for the 400,000 before the finals, but that's the maximum; I won't raise the price."

Watching Le Mulan leave, Zhang Yu asked Zhang Pianpian on his phone, "Sister, if I didn't get first place in the Martial Arts Competition and only got second, how much would that affect my chances of getting into Ten Great Top Universities?"

Zhang Pianpian: The path I found for you requires that the better your grades in the first year of high school and the higher your ranking in competitions, the higher your chances of being selected. Naturally, the first place in a competition is more likely to be among the top ten than the second place.

Zhang Yu understood. It meant that even if he received the 400,000 yuan, it didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't get into one of the top ten universities; it just lowered his chances...

But just as a genuine thought of agreeing to Le Mulan's request began to surface in his mind, that damned Ritual started yelling at him again.

"I knew it."

"You idiot, are you really afraid I won't get into the top ten?"

As he felt the 400,000 yuan slipping away, Zhang Yu felt a heart-wrenching pain, a pain far greater than the one he felt when he was fighting Lian Tianji or when he was locked in a fierce battle with Song Hailong.

Is this the heartache of losing a huge sum of money?

Immediately, Zhang Yu activated the Heavenly Martial Heart Refinement Art to sever all distracting thoughts.

At that moment, only one thought remained in his mind.

He wanted to pin that rich bastard Le Mulan to the ground and beat her mercilessly in the ring.

... As the finals began.

Le Mulan and Zhang Yu stepped onto the arena at the same time.

The Martial Arts Competition has finally reached its final stage.

Suddenly, streaks of blue and white Sword Qi surged from Le Mulan's body with overwhelming force, slashing fiercely towards Zhang Yu.

Once Le Mulan unleashed her Star Dou Swordplay, it was continuous and imposing, like a well-organized military formation, making it difficult for anyone to break through.

Watching Zhang Yu dodge and weave through his Sword Qi energy, occasionally using his Formless Cloud Gang to block Sword Qi, Le Mulan felt like she was watching a mouse running away with its head in its hands.

"Do you intend to deplete my magical power?"

Le Mulan laughed, "Do you think you can ever exhaust yourself?"

The next moment, as Le Mulan's Sword Qi erupted, the magical power within her body became increasingly turbulent, like a surging river, its power surpassing that of all the other contestants present.

At the same time, a female voice came from inside her body.

"Welcome to use the Ziyun Replaceable Inner Core."

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"The remaining mana in the Inner Core is 8 million."

Le Mulan touched her lower abdomen, then looked at Zhang Yu in front of her. "I filled the replaceable Inner Core in my body with a total of 8 million yuan worth of magic power."

At the same time, a line of writing appeared on her wrist, a number that started at 8 million and kept decreasing.

Clearly, as she continuously unleashes her magic power and Sword Qi, the magic power in her Inner Core is being constantly consumed. However, this is only a decrease of a few thousand yuan per second, and there is still a very long way to go before the 8 million yuan is completely exhausted.

But this also means that for every second of Le Mulan's battle, she is spending thousands of dollars.

With a flick of her fingertips, Le Mulan unleashed a barrage of Sword Qi that hurtled towards Zhang Yu like a storm, not only threatening to get close but also forcing Zhang Yu out of the arena bit by bit.

"If you feel that my meridians cannot withstand this surging magical power, then there is no need to worry."

"My Battle Spirit Root, ' Fa Luo,' has protected all my meridians, allowing me to maintain a high output of mana without worrying about wear and tear."

Meanwhile, seeing Le Mulan unleashing a barrage of attacks on the stage, displaying an inexhaustible supply of magical power worth 8 million yuan, the audience became excited as well.

This was even more admirable to them than Song Hailong's 10 million insurance premium, because that 10 million belonged to the insurance company, while what Le Mulan was throwing out was all her own hard-earned money.

Some viewers praised Le Mulan for throwing money around, saying, "She's so beautiful! The way she spends money like it's nothing is truly beautiful."

One viewer expressed immense envy. "Being rich must be so great, so wonderful!"

One viewer realized, "If you want to go far on the path of Immortal Dao, you really have to spend money. I'm going to go home today and spend a ton of gold coins to take another step forward on the path of Immortal Dao."

Amidst the commotion emanating from the audience, Le Mulan frowned slightly.

As she unleashed her Sword Qi, she looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Did you hear that? Although they were a bit noisy, they weren't wrong. Money is the foundation of cultivation."

"As a poor person, if you had earned that 400,000 today, you could have gotten a little bit closer to me."

"It's a pity you gave up this opportunity to become stronger."

She looked in Zhang Yu's direction and asked sincerely, "I'm curious, you're so poor, yet you're unwilling to make money. Why is that?"

It seemed that after saying so much, Le Mulan wanted to ask this question that piqued her curiosity.

Looking at the other person's sincere inquiry, Zhang Yu suddenly felt a bit amused and annoyed.

So, this rich heiress is here to observe the lives of poor bastards, huh?

He scoffed and said, "You set the price at 400,000 because you think you can beat me for a maximum of 400,000?"

Le Mulan nodded. "That's right. I've calculated it. Your defeat is worth at most 400,000. Spending a penny more would be a waste."

At the same time, with the continuous bombardment of Sword Qi, the Formless Cloud Gang was finally broken open, leaving a sword mark on Zhang Yu's palm.

Zhang Yu said calmly, "What if I were to add my blood to this poor wretch's body?"

Blood dripped into the Gang Qi, staining the Formless Cloud Gang a deep crimson.

But Zhang Yu showed no panic despite the injury on his hand. Instead, as if he had been prepared, he splattered the blood all over his hand onto the spot where Le Mulan was.

Le Mulan, who had remained motionless from beginning to end and had been pressuring her opponent with her Sword Qi, suddenly shifted her feet slightly to avoid the spilled blood.

As Le Mulan dodged, a clear flaw immediately appeared in her Star Dou Swordplay.

Zhang Yu shot out like lightning, intending to break through the layers of Sword Qi and get close to Le Mulan.

At the same time, Bai Zhenzhen's words flashed through Zhang Yu's mind.

"The first flaw in this Le Mulan is that... she seems to have mysophobia."

"I suggest you spit on her directly, or better yet, phlegm. Not only will she have to dodge, but she definitely won't even want to use her Sword Qi to catch the spit."

(End of this chapter)