Chapter 393: Suppression (Thanks to 'Super Xin' for Gifting Alliance Leader)

Chapter 393 Suppression (With gratitude to 'Super Xin' for the Alliance Master donation)

The Great Xuanhuang Mudra currently deployed by Su Yanyang was a technique created by predecessors specifically to complement the Xuanhuang Mountain-Suppressing Seal.

Under the clawing grasp of the great hand formed by surging Xuanhuang energy, Zhang Yu felt his entire body grow ten times, then a hundred times heavier, every fragile part of his form subjected to frantic compression, letting out creaks of groans as they bore the unbearable weight.

Having pinned Zhang Yu down with a single palm, Su Yanyang felt the surging astral qi continuously erupting within his opponent’s body, ceaselessly grinding away at his own Xuanhuang energy. He sneered, "With the array's blessing currently upon me and spiritual fluid converging, you actually dare to compete with me in mana?"

With a lift of mana within his dantian, streams of increasingly turbulent and surging Xuanhuang energy pressed down toward Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu paid no heed to Su Yanyang's words. He merely stared at the completely empty warehouse before him, asking Zhao Tianxing through his ocular chassis: Old Zhao, what's the situation? Why is there nothing here?

Zhao Tianxing: You've been affected by the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Bewildering Array.

Zhao Tianxing: I am trying my best to control the array's detection and identification functions.

Zhang Yu felt the light and shadow flicker slightly before his eyes as a massive expanse of construction materials emerged upon the originally vacant ground.

Yet very quickly, these construction materials vanished entirely once more like a mirage, existing in a state of flickering in and out of sight.

Watching this scene, Zhang Yu understood clearly that the soul cultivators within the array were locked in fierce combat.

On the opposite side, Su Yanyang felt the shift in Zhang Yu’s gaze and barked through his ocular chassis at the array spirits under his command: "What are you guys doing? Haven't you controlled the grand array yet?"

Soul Cultivator: Boss, there are only three of us, and there's too much to do.

Soul Cultivator: Besides, the other side seems to understand this grand array even better than you do.

Soul Cultivator: Under their commander's guidance, the opposing soul cultivators always manage to find flaws we were previously unaware of.

Su Yanyang's brow furrowed as he thought to himself, "Could they have spent money during the rest period to purchase guidance from an expert?"

"You guys... really want to win against me?"

Su Yanyang found it amusing. In his eyes, the gap between the two sides was immense, particularly after the conclusion of the previous round; the opponent stood absolutely no chance of turning the tables.

"The victory was established long ago. Next, the key is how to win beautifully instead."

Su Yanyang well knew that all the teachers of the Civil Engineering Department, especially Director Lin and True Monarch Lingyue, were watching right now.

Su Yanyang continued to push his power, staring at Zhang Yu, who was suppressed by his Great Xuanhuang Mudra, and said coldly, "Surrender, otherwise I can only leave you half-paralyzed."

"You are not surrendering to me, but yielding to intelligent architecture, to financial innovation, to greater capital and higher technology. There is no shame in it."

"If you stay stubborn and get eliminated, you'll have to spend a fortune on medical fees... Is that really the goal you're risking your life for?"

Just as Su Yanyang felt that these words of his should win plenty of favor from the neutral and pacifist factions of teachers, especially Director Lin and True Monarch Lingyue.

Another sound of tearing air approached.

Su Yanyang glanced over and discovered it was Xiao Qingxuan rushing toward them at high speed.

At the exact same time, Su Yanyang felt a vast, mighty torrent of Xuanhuang energy suddenly erupt from within the body of Zhang Yu, whom he had just suppressed.

"Hmm?"

"Level 5... Level 7... Level 11?"

Su Yanyang could clearly perceive that the Xuanhuang Mountain-Suppressing Seal Zhang Yu was currently driving had reached at least the level of Level 11.

"He's only been a sophomore for three months, meaning he has practiced the Xuanhuang Mountain-Suppressing Seal for three months at most, right? To think he actually pushed this martial art to such a level!"

And under the counter-surge of Zhang Yu’s Level 11 Xuanhuang Mountain-Suppressing Seal, his formidable physical body temporarily broke through Su Yanyang’s suppression, whipping up waves of air as he charged furiously toward Su Yanyang.

Concurrently, Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan completed an exchange via their dharma chassis in an instant.

Zhang Yu: You're finally here.

Xiao Qingxuan: Took a bit of a detour.

Zhang Yu: Break his astral qi together, the soul cultivators will buy us a chance.

Facing the pincer attack from Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan from both sides, Su Yanyang was not flustered in the slightest. This was not due to excessive arrogance or underestimating his opponents, but because he knew very well that with his strength, even fighting one against two was enough to suppress them.

Great Xuanhuang Mudra—Seize!

Su Yanyang pressed his palms together, the mana within his body rolling out in torrents, transforming into eighteen consecutive Great Xuanhuang Mudras that slapped horizontally toward Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan together.

Simultaneously, he stamped one foot on the ground, his mana surging out with a roar as the earth churned along with it.

Driven by the Minor Triple Combination, countless barriers rose from the earth, seeking to block off every bit of evasion space for Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan one by one.

Yet in the very next instant, Su Yanyang’s vision blurred, and he found that Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan seemed to have flashed several meters forward, already appearing right before his eyes, their offensives close at hand.

"What?!" Su Yanyang froze slightly, then understood immediately. The opponent had actually used the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Bewildering Array to distort his vision.

"They used the array I laid down... against me?!"

Inside Su Yanyang’s ocular chassis, a message from the soul cultivators popped up: Two soul cultivators used array loopholes to interfere with the array's detection function, briefly identifying you as hostile just now. However, we corrected it in an instant and patched the loophole; they will never be able to interfere with you again.

Zhang Yu: Thanks, Old Zhao, Mo Tianyi.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "That fellow True Monarch Magnetic Pole really is formidable, to even know loopholes within this kind of array that can counter the primary controller. Truly a terrifying guy."

He remembered again what the other party had written in the array diagram. True Monarch Magnetic Pole: Supported by modern immortal dao technology, arrays are more powerful, more intelligent, and easier to deploy, but they also bring more loopholes.

True Monarch Magnetic Pole: Whether one persists in studying day after day, whether one constantly accumulates new array diagrams, and whether one constantly masters the loopholes of various arrays and possesses knowledge sufficient to crack them—all these factors that decide victory or defeat are determined long before the array is broken. Breaking the array is merely displaying that result.

At the same time, Zhao Tianxing thought to himself, "Should I send a 'cheer up' to Zhang Yu right now?"

"Will it affect him? Distract his attention?"

As for the other soul cultivator, acting as the representative of the Poor Alliance who had previously interacted with Zhang Yu in Songyang City, it was precisely Mo Tianyi who had just guided Xiao Qingxuan to this place.

At this moment, Mo Tianyi thought to himself, "Once I go back, I can write this battle onto my resume."

"Having participated in the Battle of All-Dharma Chosen, maybe I can stay on the second tier too? At least I can live for a few more years..."

In a brief instant, thoughts flashed like lightning through the minds of everyone present.

But time would not slow down with the acceleration of thought.

The moment Su Yanyang hastily detonated his astral qi to block the offensive, Xiao Qingxuan’s Nine Dragons Heavenly Astral Palm had already arrived.

Amidst a burst of roaring, as if being torn repeatedly by nine giant dragons, Su Yanyang smashed heavily into the ground accompanied by a heavy impact sound.

The earth shattered, and amidst flying stone chips, Su Yanyang's figure appeared inside a large crater.

Though struck heavily by Xiao Qingxuan who had seized the opportunity, in Su Yanyang's view, this was of little consequence; as long as he endured this wave of offensive, he could immediately unleash a fierce counterattack.

Looking at Zhang Yu who had rushed before him, also intending to strike, Su Yanyang sneered in his heart, "What can taking a single blow from you even do?"

After all, from the previous battles, Su Yanyang had long since come to know Zhang Yu’s combat system. Though his ability to take a hit was extremely strong, and his techniques for redirecting force and borrowing momentum were matchlessly skilled, he possessed no powerful destructive force of his own.

"There's no one for you to borrow force from right now."

Yet in the next instant, to Su Yanyang's astonished eyes, Zhang Yu instead invoked the Green Silk Flying Sword gifted by Bai Zhenzhen.

This Green Silk Flying Sword required no mana from Zhang Yu; it gathered spiritual fluid daily to self-charge, each of the 7 green silks capable of dealing a single strike per day.

With a total of 7 Green Silk Flying Swords, subtracting the 2 used during the first and second halves to break the Two-Realms Dividing Grand Array, Zhang Yu still had 5 Green Silk Flying Swords left in his hand today.

And at this very moment, Zhang Yu held nothing back, unleashing all 5 Green Silk Flying Swords together the moment they were activated.

After all, Su Yanyang's strength was immense; they had taken great pains all the way, only managing to catch this single opportunity for a strike with great difficulty, and Zhang Yu sought only to achieve the maximum effect.

Five consecutive sword shadows flashed past, and five sword scars reaching several meters deep abruptly erupted upon the earth.

Su Yanyang, situated at the center of the sword scars, was pinned ruthlessly to the ground. His limbs and torso had long since been replaced with dharma chassis, and at this moment, five indentations emerged upon the surface of the dharma chassis as well.

Zhang Yu, witnessing this, felt a tremor of secret alarm despite his expectations: "Not even five silken flying swords could breach his dharma-remains? The resilience of this creature's shell is truly formidable."

Though these five strikes failed to draw blood, they followed hard upon Xiao Qingxuan’s heavy blow, shredding the greater part of Su Yanyang’s protective aura.

Zhang Yu then flicked his fingers in rapid succession, unleashing the Magneto-Severing Pulse technique, leaving a trail of flickering afterimages suspended in the air.

Su Yanyang was startled to find that his right arm had suddenly gone numb.

Then, his left leg followed suit.

Hah!

With a thunderous roar, Su Yanyang, now sensing only one limb of each side, finally caught his breath; the surging aura and churning earth forced Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan to retreat.

He glared at his own limbs in bewildered suspicion, snarling, "What have you done?"

The only anomaly Su Yanyang perceived was the failure of his own flesh.

Yet, the anomaly he remained blind to was the subtle erosion of his psyche by the silken blades.

Each of the seven flying swords carried a fragment of sword intent, capable of temporarily erasing an emotion from the opponent’s mind upon contact.

Struck five times, his consciousness had been hollowed out, leaving behind nothing but shock and fury.

Driven by this volatile cocktail of rage, he channeled his full cultivation into a savage assault against Zhang Yu.

But Xiao Qingxuan intercepted him, weaving a barrier of dragon-shaped aura.

Deprived of the dharma-remains' support in his severed limbs, Su Yanyang’s combat prowess plummeted, and his blind fury left his guard riddled with openings; as dozens of blows collided in a tempest of roiling air, he realized with horror that he was being held firmly at bay by Xiao Qingxuan alone.

(End of Chapter)