What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

Le Mulan returned to the Ziyun High School's rest area and saw Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground.

She walked up to him and directly used Lian Tianji as a small stool, sitting on his back.

This was her punishment for Lian Tianji's failure. For the next three days, as long as he appeared in front of her, he would have to be her stool.

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

He had watched the battle between Bai Zhenzhen and Xiong Wenwu. Although Bai Zhenzhen's data wasn't great, her combat ability was extremely strong, and she could always see through her opponent's weaknesses. Lian Tianji originally thought Bai Zhenzhen could force the top student of the grade to use a few more moves.

Le Mulan frowned, and kicked Lian Tianji's body with her raised right foot, saying faintly, "Stools don't talk."

Lian Tianji immediately shut his mouth.

However, Le Mulan still added, "She doesn't have money for treatment. Although even if she had money, it would just be a waste of time."

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

Bai Zhenzhen was poor, and...

Lian Tianji thought, "It's only natural for the poor to lose to the rich."

Just then, Zhang Yu and Song Hailong took the stage one after another.

Lian Tianji slowly moved his head, focusing his gaze on the direction of the arena.

When a person is defeated, they often have two ways of responding.

Either they say they were careless.

Or they brag about how strong the opponent was.

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

So Lian Tianji also wanted to choose the latter.

"If Zhang Yu wins against Song Hailong, my advertising cooperation might be able to come back..."

After all, in that case, it would change from 'being defeated by a Songyang student' to 'narrowly losing to a finalist'.

"Go, Zhang Yu!"

Chu Qiuhe in the Bailong High School rest area was also cheering for Zhang Yu in his heart. He even couldn't help secretly cursing Song Hailong.

Although as a Bailong person, he was very clear about Song Hailong's terror, he couldn't help but have a trace of delusion in his heart: "Maybe? Maybe he'll lose carelessly? Song Hailong... only if you lose, will everyone have face."

As Song Hailong spread his arms and raised his hands high on the arena, a tsunami-like cheer immediately came from the audience.

"Song Hailong! Number one!"

"Song Hailong! Number one!"

Listening to the uniform shouts of the Bailong people, Zhao Tianxing only felt that Zhang Yu on the arena seemed so isolated and helpless at this moment.

He couldn't help but think, "Should we cheer for Zhang Yu too?"

But when he said this idea, he saw He Dayou next to him quickly turn his head away, pretending not to hear.

Qian Shen also said embarrassedly, "Let's forget it, this is Bailong's territory after all."

Looking at the Bailong people's roaring cheers, Zhao Tianxing's original idea of cheering for Zhang Yu gradually died down.

And thinking that he felt extremely nervous just watching from afar, he couldn't imagine how much pressure Zhang Yu, who was actually standing on the stage, would feel.

...

On the arena.

As Song Hailong clenched his right fist, the cheers from the audience immediately disappeared, and the entire venue became quiet again.

Song Hailong looked at Zhang Yu and laughed, "I really didn't expect that a kid from Songyang could defeat so many opponents all the way to reach the top four."

"As a reward for you, I'll help you reduce the difficulty of this battle."

As he said that, Song Hailong used his hand to smooth his spiky hair, and the next moment, a set of numbers appeared on his forehead.

10 million?

Just as Zhang Yu was wondering in his heart, Song Hailong directly answered his question: "This is a function of my external spirit root, which can display my medical insurance limit."

"My current medical insurance limit is 10 million. If you can use up all 10 million of this treatment budget, I will admit defeat."

Good heavens, you're showing your own health bar, aren't you? Zhang Yu stared at the number, and began to think about the impact on the upcoming battle.

But thinking that the other party's insurance was enough to cover 10 million, while his own was only enough to cover 100,000... no, now only 70,000 injuries, Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel a burst of helplessness.

But the next moment, he had already used the mental cultivation method of the Tianwu Refinement Heart Technique to suppress all kinds of negative emotions, and he raised his fighting spirit, wholeheartedly throwing himself into the battle before him.

And in the audience, because Song Hailong's physique was too strong, and his voice always shook the whole venue, allowing many viewers to hear and see, it caused a burst of exclamations and praise at this moment.

"As expected of Bailong's top student, his insurance has a full 10 million limit!"

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

"Nonsense, how can poor people be as excellent as Song Hailong?"

"Song Hailong's monthly exam scores are the highest, and he's so rich, I think the martial arts competition champion should be given to him directly!"

And on the arena, Song Hailong waved at Zhang Yu: "You go first, if I make a move, you might not have a chance."

Looking at Song Hailong's undefended appearance, Zhang Yu tentatively struck out a palm, bringing with it the Phaseless Cloud Force, and slammed it fiercely on the other party's chest.

Along with a crackling sound, a palm strong enough to split monuments and shatter rocks landed on Song Hailong's body, but Zhang Yu felt like he had hit a large piece of rubber tire.

Not only did the other party's figure not retreat in the slightest, but even the 10 million on his forehead only decreased by 300.

Zhang Yu remembered the elephant tendon body that Lei Jun had introduced to him: "This Song Hailong has been implanted with elephant demon muscles. The magic power passes through the elephant demon muscles and can be directly used to strengthen the body, making his strength and resistance to blows impossible to estimate with common sense."

"In addition, his physical strength is already far above mine, and there is also the body protecting effect of the external spirit root 'Body Nourishing Spirit Root'..."

Obviously, because of Song Hailong's powerful physique, he didn't suffer any injuries even after taking Zhang Yu's palm.

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

"Put some effort into it, bro. If you keep this up, even if I stand here and let you hit me, how long will it take for you to use up this 10 million?"

A few more palms slammed into Song Hailong's vital parts, but it was still that feeling of hitting a rubber tire. Although Song Hailong's body trembled slightly, the numbers on his forehead added up... were only reduced by a little more than 2,000.

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

The original 2,300 or so that should have been deducted gradually became a little over 2,000.

Seeming to notice the change in Zhang Yu's gaze, Song Hailong laughed and pointed to the numbers on his forehead, saying, "Is it going back up again?"

"Sorry, sorry, the combat spirit root I'm using this time isn't an ordinary Body Nourishing Spirit Root, but a deluxe version of the Body Nourishing Spirit Root."

"In addition to enhancing my physical strength and resistance to blows, this spirit root can also continuously absorb the spiritual energy in the air, allowing the injuries on my body to gradually heal themselves."

Looking at Zhang Yu's increasingly dignified expression, Song Hailong laughed loudly: "Aren't you going to make a move? If you don't hurry, it's going to go back to 10 million again."

Listening to Song Hailong's loud words, whether it was the many viewers in the audience or the contestants from various schools around the arena, they all felt as if they saw countless amounts of money pressing down in front of them.

Making everyone feel that the 10 million was like a city wall that could never be broken through, blocking Zhang Yu's path and leaving him with no chance of victory.

"If you don't come over, then I'll come."

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall Song Hailong stretched out his large hand and grabbed towards Zhang Yu like a dragon's claw.

The magic power directly strengthened his strength and physique through the elephant demon muscles, allowing him to sweep through the first year with just this brute force, without needing too many moves.

Feeling the overwhelming claw momentum, Zhang Yu was not flustered in the slightest.

"The data difference is too great. It's difficult to defeat him with my own strength alone."

"The only way is to use his strength to defeat him. Defending and counterattacking is my fighting style."

Just as Zhang Yu was thinking this, and his arms bulged with Phaseless Cloud Force to meet Song Hailong, he discovered that the other party's claw momentum had changed, and he had already used a set of grappling techniques.

"Grappling?"

"More than that..."

In the state of full concentration, Zhang Yu watched the inch-by-inch change in the other party's grabbing momentum, and quickly dodged while blocking with the Phaseless Cloud Force.

He soon discovered that Song Hailong was using a set of grappling and wrestling martial arts.

It was the expert-level martial art that Song Hailong cultivated, Back Dragon Overturning Mountain Hand Level 1 activated!

This was an expert-level martial art that used pure physical violence to promote grappling and wrestling.

And for Song Hailong, who had implanted elephant demon muscles, all the magic power was used to strengthen his body, and this martial art, which was purely driven by physical violence, was extremely compatible with him.

Although Song Hailong's martial skills were not strong because he put more energy in other directions, and this technique was not difficult, it was only at level 1.

But with that incomparably tyrannical physique, coupled with this level 1 grappling and wrestling martial art, it was enough for Song Hailong to crush his peers.

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

"Want to play wrestling with me? Play ground techniques?"

Zhang Yu, who did not have any related skills, naturally did not want to fall to the ground and grapple with the other party, and then compete in physical strength and ground techniques.

He was like a small swimming fish, narrowly escaping time and time again under Song Hailong's overwhelming net.

But finally...

"I've caught you."

Song Hailong suddenly squeezed Zhang Yu's arm tightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But at the moment when he and Zhang Yu exerted force at the same time, they saw Zhang Yu let out an angry roar.

The Phaseless Cloud Force, which was originally only covering the palms, suddenly surged, and actually spread to the elbows, and then slipped out of Song Hailong's palms like a loach.

Under the arena, Lian Tianji's body shook, and he was shocked in his heart: "In desperation, his Wuji Cloud Hand has broken through again? Level 5? This Zhang Yu is really a martial arts genius."