Chapter 430: Who Can Defeat Me?

Chapter 430: Who Can Best Me?

Upon seeing the announcement from the Nectar God-Lord, Su Yanyang felt his heart swell as if it were about to burst.

"Nectar Coins are going to soar!"

"They are going to skyrocket!"

He hurriedly logged into the platform, intending to buy in with everything he had, only to find that despite raising his bid again and again, he could not secure a single coin, forced to watch helplessly as the price climbed ever higher.

By the time he finally managed to purchase a small amount, his underground tomb had already been half-breached by the Yellow Turban Warriors.

He frantically mobilized his grand formation, combining it with the power of the Lesser Triad to desperately resist the incoming enemy.

"Damn it..."

Su Yanyang felt a wave of heartache as he thought of the money he had failed to earn due to his premature sale of the Nectar Coins.

"Who on earth is spreading such rumors?"

"And right during the military examination... could this be targeted at the military certification?"

...

Meanwhile, in another examination hall.

As the Nectar Coins surged once more, the soul cultivators under Ping Han’s command erupted in cheers, their magical treasure barrages intensifying.

Ping Han’s expression, however, grew increasingly calm and profound.

In this moment, he channeled his mana and tapped into the Spirit World network, instantly mortgaging a portion of his Nectar Coin holdings.

Following this, his magical treasure membership was upgraded, the soul cultivators' computing pools expanded, and his Dharma skeleton rapidly downloaded one level-20 technique after another from the Spirit World...

At this moment, as the value of the Nectar Coins shifted, Ping Han harnessed the momentum of the world, his strength skyrocketing once more.

He faced the relentless onslaught of the Yellow Turban Warriors, one palm supporting the heavens, the other pressing the earth, and with a thunderous roar, his internal mana erupted like molten lava from the depths of the crust.

He roared in his heart: "Two years!"

"Does anyone know how I have survived these past two years?"

"In these two years, I have witnessed the tides rise and fall, endured the volatility of the coin markets, and gone bankrupt nine times without ever losing heart."

"I have finally forged a Daoist heart that is unyielding and unshaken by the collapse of the heavens! I have gained the wisdom to see through the grand trends of the world! And I have mastered this earth-shattering power!"

"Now, a single thought from a God-Lord of the Transformation Stage triggers tremors across the heavens and earth."

"But these tremors did not harm me; instead, they served my purpose, lifting me to even greater heights."

"In this military certification exam today... who can best me? Who is worthy of besting me?"

With a single roar from Ping Han, rows of Yellow Turban Warriors were shattered into dust.

...

On the flying vessel.

At this moment, in the eyes of the many judges and guests, it seemed as if rolling waves were transforming into dense swarms of spirit coins, carrying formidable immortal power. As Ping Han’s palm seals shifted and his mana tore through the air, these coins descended from the heavens, pouring into his body and sweeping across the surroundings with his will.

True Lord Qiyun watched Ping Han’s performance, his eyes filled with growing admiration: "His combat power has broken through again."

"This child truly is a natural at coin speculation; he has the potential to go even further on the path of immortality."

Beside him, True Lord Tianxiang was also moved, saying: "To face the shifts of the market tide mid-battle without being crushed, but instead harnessing that momentum to unleash even greater power—this Ping Han is truly a talent."

The Fifth-Rank Orthodox God Geng Chenyi commented: "Brute force overcomes ten thousand techniques; with Ping Han’s current combat power, he is already invincible on this field."

On the other side, Director Gao watched the scene, a question rising in his heart.

"Did I misjudge Ping Han? After two years of tempering, has he shed his impetuosity, his Daoist heart no longer burdened by the fluctuations of coin trends?"

Meanwhile, the onslaught of the Yellow Turban Warriors grew fiercer and stronger, soon ushering in the most brutal and domineering wave yet.

Colossal Yellow Turban Warriors, like giant spirits, came charging forward.

Some stood ten meters tall, clad in armor, resembling moving mountains.

Others were slender, wreathed in wild winds, darting forward at several times the speed of sound.

Some crawled on all fours like beasts, their bodies covered in high-frequency vibrating meta-magnetic weapons.

Still others carried iron-clad divine thunder, exhaling tornadoes of wind and fire...

Each powerful Yellow Turban Warrior, akin to a Foundation Establishment expert, besieged the formation's core, their movements displaying a subtle, intelligent coordination.

The examinees watching this scene felt a realization dawn upon them: the warriors before them were no longer mere puppets, but a legion—a Yellow Turban Legion.

Facing this wave, Su Yanyang, already severely compromised, suffered defeat after defeat. His underground palaces were unearthed one by one, his spiritual energy conduits severed, and the center of his formation bombarded by divine thunder...

Staring at the final five minutes, Su Yanyang gritted his teeth: "Hold on, I can hold out until the very last moment."

On the other side, Xiao Yunjie, facing this ultimate wave, no longer held back her strength.

Her three heads and six arms underwent a transformation; as the heads shifted, the arms retracted, and her body elongated... a faint, dragon-like form began to emerge.

Was Xiao Yunjie intending to transform into a dragon through her Dharma skeleton to fight?

To use the majesty, the tyranny, and the power of a dragon... to sweep away these Yellow Turban Warriors?

No, in Xiao Yunjie’s eyes, a dragon was nothing more than mere food, a beast in a farm. How could it compare to the ferocity of a high-speed train, capable of traversing the eight wildernesses and four seas thanks to advanced immortal technology?

With a series of shifts, Xiao Yunjie’s form transformed into a ten-meter-long train—a high-speed train that surpassed the dragon in speed, power, momentum, and durability.

The train hovered above the meta-magnetic track, accelerated, and shot forward, turning every Yellow Turban Warrior in its path into nothing more than speed bumps.

...

On the flying vessel, the guests did not hesitate to praise Xiao Yunjie’s transformation.

"No wonder Xiao Yunjie’s Dharma skeleton synchronization rate never went up."

"It is a Dharma skeleton that has completely abandoned human form, retaining not even a shred of animal nature."

"Once the perception of an animal body is lost, humanity gradually slips away; never mind synchronization rates—if one’s spiritual realm is insufficient, the Daoist heart itself may regress."

True Lord Qiyun commented: "To undergo modification after modification, adding Dharma skeleton after Dharma skeleton, perhaps it was all for this moment of soaring into the sky."

True Lord Tianxiang sighed: "Alas, human effort has its limits. Even abandoning the human form, or even humanity itself, cannot compare to the timing and geography of the world; it cannot block the momentum of this Ping Han."

Meanwhile, Geng Chenyi laughed from the side: "My friends, look over there—there is another one who is quite unexpected."

...

Having expanded his form, Zhang Yu devoured the shattered remains of the Yellow Turban Warriors, digesting them before spitting out the refined building materials.

Rolling astral energy transported these materials to every part of the earth giant’s body, where, under the construction of the Formless Warriors, they were gradually forged into the giant’s skeleton.

With a skeleton now forming within, the earth giant’s durability increased, and its internal power conduction began to resemble that of a human body more and more.

Zhang Yu understood that each wave of the exam would be stronger than the last; he had to accelerate his progress and evolve rapidly within this trial.

Thus, he refined materials and forged the frame; the earth giant’s form grew heavier and its movements slower, but the power contained within became increasingly terrifying.

He even used the ashes of the Ying family within the earth giant, employing blood-sacrifice techniques to increase its strength.

Zhang Yu was building this earth giant as a mobile fortress.

Gazing upon the ashes of his kin, Ying Xin’s great-grandfather felt a sudden, gentle warmth surge through his heart.

"Father, we are fighting side by side once more!"

"The ashes of one's family possess such a heart-warming power."

As Zhang Yu continuously bolstered the earthen giant’s structural integrity, he was crafting something else entirely alongside its skeletal frame.

When the final, most ferocious onslaught descended, Zhang Yu seized the armor plates he had tempered from the wreckage of the Yellow Turban Warriors and fitted them directly onto the giant.

In a heartbeat, the thirty-meter-tall earthen colossus was transformed into a divine general clad in impenetrable plate.

Zhang Yu felt that "earthen giant" no longer sufficed, nor did "Formless Warrior"; he decided to christen it the Formless Spirit General.

Clang!

An iron-clad divine thunderbolt, launched with terrifying piercing force by a distant Yellow Turban Warrior, struck the Spirit General squarely in the chest.

Had this been the crude earthen giant Zhang Yu first fashioned with his minor trinity, it would have been shattered into dust by the impact.

Yet now, amidst a thunderous roar, the armor on the Spirit General’s chest merely bore a scorched mark and a slight indentation.

With the strength of its skeletal frame and the support of his internal energy, the Spirit General did not retreat a single inch, standing defiant upon the earth.

This astonishing defense meant Zhang Yu no longer needed to constantly draw in silt to repair the giant’s body.

It meant his minor trinity could be fully dedicated to driving the Spirit General’s movements and maintaining its structural cohesion.

This was not merely an increase in raw power, but a refinement of operation and architecture.

The Spirit General’s frame shuddered, and the body beneath the armor grew increasingly intricate.

Through Zhang Yu’s microscopic martial control and the enhancement of his Martial Saint Body, the once-coarse silt now clung to the bones, manifesting as if it were true, living flesh.

Coupled with the surging Formless Cloud Qi, the Spirit General, under Zhang Yu’s command, became a living entity—a titan version of himself.

Boom!

A stride, a dropped shoulder, a sinking elbow, a palm strike!

The muscles of silt twisted and vibrated like steel cables, erupting with overwhelming force.

With a palm strike infused with roiling energy, the ten-meter-tall Yellow Turban Warrior before him was pulverized instantly.

In that moment, Zhang Yu had channeled the Dragon-Elephant Mountain-Crushing Palm through the Spirit General.

Roar!

The next instant, the Spirit General let out a thunderous cry, and violent energy coalesced within its maw.

Simultaneously, within its dantian, several Prairie-Fire Platforms ignited, bombarding Zhang Yu’s Formless Cloud Qi with lightning and fire.

Beyond bones and armor, Zhang Yu had constructed a series of fortifications within the giant’s very core.

As the platforms erupted, the power of the lightning and fire was channeled through the Nine Heavens Cloud Sky Force, spewing from the Spirit General’s mouth like a thick beam of light, sweeping across the Yellow Turban legion a hundred meters away.

...

Aboard the flying vessel.

Director Gao watched the scene, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "As expected of our Civil Engineering prodigy; his construction skills have been pushed to their absolute zenith."

"This is not just technical prowess, but the wisdom of design, fusing all of Zhang Yu’s strengths into a single furnace to achieve an effect where one plus one is far greater than two."

Elsewhere, True Monarch Qiyun mused to himself, "Civil engineering methods, martial applications, yet at its core, it remains the logic of artifact refinement, doesn't it? This boy’s inner workings have truly been reshaped into the mold of a magnetic pole."

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