Chapter 301: The Lu Clan, A Prodigy!

Additional chapter for the great fan pharcyde.

In the mountains and forests surrounding Training Ground No. 46, heads surged together.

Those who arrived upon hearing the news, finding no place to stand, each displayed their unique abilities, soaring high into the air.

In an instant, believers of all sorts filled the high skies.

This battle between the Great Summer Prodigy and the River Realm's Wu Seng believer truly tugged at heartstrings, building anticipation to the maximum.

Amidst the crowd, a woman in white stood treading upon a sword; not only was the space around her empty, but no one dared to watch the fight in front of or below her, fearing they might obstruct her view.

"Jiang Jiao."

A middle-aged man, quite bold, draped in a great red robe, flew forward.

Jiang Li's eyes were icy cold; she glanced lightly at the man and gave a slight nod, considering it a greeting.

At this, the middle-aged man, accustomed to such behavior, looked down at the battlefield below and teased:

"It is rare to see Jiang Jiao move; have you also been sent by the leadership to provide protection for these two?"

Jiang Li said faintly, "I have an old connection with Lu Prodigy's mother."

"So that's how it is." The male teacher nodded, looking toward the battlefield. "Finally seeing the third rank on the Heaven List."

"This kid is wrapped up quite tightly; even when fighting, he doesn't remove his hat or mask."

Jiang Li: "."

Am I really suitable company for small talk?

The male teacher sighed: "Both of these individuals have reasons why they cannot lose."

Jiang Li's thin lips parted slightly: "The Wu Seng believer has already lost."

"Oh?"

"He has found the only way to lose." Jiang Li snorted coldly, her words as icy as her appearance. "Trash."

The male teacher: "."

After pondering for a moment, he still said, "Jiang Jiao's insight surpasses mine; please remind me when the appropriate time arrives."

Jiang Li, clearly not one for many words, spat out three characters: "Scapegoat."

"Mm." The male teacher nodded.

That this battle could successfully make such a splash was, first, because Wu Lie River University valued martial prowess.

Second, Lu Ran possessed a life-saving divine technique—the Body of the Scapegoat!

Given the degree of favor the deity Xiang Xiang Xianyang held for Lu Ran, He would certainly not hesitate to appear and manifest divinity to save His disciple.

Under such circumstances, with so many teachers watching, Prodigy Lu could not possibly perish here.

Yet Jiang Li's certainty that the Wu Seng believer had already lost surprised the male teacher considerably.

At the same time, on the battlefield.

Mist churning beneath his feet, Lu Ran darted forward rapidly, his Xia Guang Dao slashing straight for the enemy's head.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren's face turned gloomy; gripping an ancient bronze staff two meters long, he smashed it down violently.

Suddenly, the tip of the staff became enveloped in a layer of golden energy containing twisted white lines resembling cracks.

Wu Seng Shen Fa: Shattered Golden Wind!

"Hiss—"

Lu Ran's forward momentum halted abruptly; the ground beneath him collapsed as he suddenly shifted sideways.

"Bang!"

The staff tip smashed into the earth, causing the golden energy to explode outward.

The surging golden wind rushed forth like ocean waves, turbulent and sweeping.

Lu Ran, however, ran in the shape of a lightning bolt symbol, wielding dual blades as he continued to charge at Zhao Zhao Zhenren.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren remained completely unperturbed, turning to block and holding the ancient bronze staff vertically at his side.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out as the Xia Guang Dao swept across the ancient bronze staff; where they met, sparks flew.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Zhao Zhao Zhenren's expression changed slightly as he retreated three steps in succession.

Immediately, an uproar erupted both in the sky and on the ground.

Although Zhao Zhao Zhenren had not suffered any injury, in terms of the situation, he appeared to be heavily suppressed.

The mighty Zhijiang should easily defeat a River Realm believer, but this...

Zhao Zhao Zhenren's face looked somewhat ugly!

He naturally realized that with spectators everywhere in heaven and earth, this matter had already blown up.

Under such circumstances, he ought to be even more decisive and clean in taking Lu Ran down.

Yet precisely in that previous strike, a tremendous force had surged up through the staff!

This had caught Zhao Zhao Zhenren completely off guard!

Could this... could this be the strength a River Realm believer should possess?

Was Lu Ran born with divine strength?

Or was his charging momentum sufficiently fierce, adding an extra force?

If Lu Ran possessed this level of strength, then his own Water Flow Armor might not necessarily withstand it!

Zhao Zhao Zhenren looked at the ancient bronze staff in his hand; the deep blade marks left in its middle demonstrated the sharpness of the divine weapon and also reflected Lu Ran's terrifying power.

"Just this? River Realm?"

From afar, Lu Ran's voice drifted over.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren's eyes bulged wide as he whipped his head around to look at Lu Ran.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, such humiliation was not something an ordinary person could endure.

"Whoosh~"

Lu Ran's sliding figure gradually came to a halt; he twirled his blades in both hands, and a muffled voice emanated from beneath his mask:

"I just messed with you, so what?"

Zhao Zhao Zhenren nearly ground his steel teeth to dust!

Lu Ran was not merely provoking with words; he had also infused the Divine Art: Sound of Despair into his speech.

This was entirely different from when he faced Si Si Xianxian.

Lu Ran wasn't hiding any meaning; he was blatantly announcing it!

I, Lu Ran, am provoking you!

So! What! Are! The! Consequences?

"Lu Lu Tianjiao, you have guts!" Zhao Zhao Zhenren's face turned iron-green as he squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

Lu Ran spoke again: "Why don't you just release Jin Feng?

If you can't beat me, at least save face by claiming you held back on purpose.

How about that?"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Clutching his bronze staff, Zhao Zhao Zhenren charged forward in great strides.

The bleating sound poured into his ears, making the violence in his heart surge even higher!

"You brought this upon yourself!" Zhao Zhao Zhenren roared loudly, leaping into the air and slamming his bronze staff down fiercely at Lu Ran.

"Hiss—"

Mist churned beneath Lu Ran's feet as he abruptly shifted sideways.

Amidst the fierce explosion, the sound of immortal mist gushing forth also rang out.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren reacted with incredible speed, spinning around to block with his staff.

This time, he exerted every ounce of his strength.

However, Lu Ran suddenly swung his arm in a full circle and violently flung the Xia Guang Dao!

The Xia Guang Dao spun at high speed, carving an arc as it swept toward Zhao Zhao Zhenren's back.

Meanwhile, Lu Ran stepped upon the immortal mist, gripping the Zhan Ye Dao as he charged toward Zhao Zhao Zhenren's front.

One person and one blade actually traced out a "V"-shaped path!

No!

More accurately, it was the number "0".

Lu Ran even paused briefly, deliberately waiting for the Xia Guang Dao, preparing to meet it at the destination.

The spectators high above naturally saw everything more clearly, and murmurs of discussion arose:

"What a magnificent Lu Tianjiao, truly a feast for the eyes, isn't it?"

"Beautiful~"

"One person wielding two divine weapons, I'm so envious!"

"If the Jiang Jing Wu Seng believer gets slain, the fun will be immense, hahahaha!"

On the battlefield, situations change in the blink of an eye; while everyone whispered, the two combatants had already clashed.

"Dream on!"

Zhao Zhao Zhenren let out a furious roar as energy churned violently across his body.

You want me to be attacked from both front and back?

Have you forgotten, damn it, that Laozi is a Wu Seng believer!

"Whoosh!!"

Suddenly, behind Zhao Zhao Zhenren, on both his left and right sides, two golden torsos, two golden heads, and two golden arms materialized.

Three heads and six arms?

Close enough; this is the Wu Seng Shen Fa: Three Bodies with Angry Eyes!

The technique lives up to its name!

Including Zhao Zhao Zhenren's original body, all three faces bore the fierce expression of a Vajra's angry gaze, truly imposing and majestic!

Not only that, but the two newly appeared golden torsos each gripped a bronze staff.

"Hiss—"

Lu Ran shifted his stance slightly and did not reunite with the Xia Guang Dao.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren, wielding his bronze staff, swung fiercely but struck only empty air.

"Boom-rumble-rumble!"

Behind him, one of the golden torsos, brandishing a long staff, blasted the Xia Guang Dao away.

Golden shockwaves churned outward toward the front.

"Oh my god!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly, retreat!"

"Get down!" Chaos erupted within the forest as everyone feared being swept up by the golden waves.

This move caused the onlooking crowd to retreat even farther.

"Flower Monk," Lu Ran slid backward to the center of the arena and called out from a distance, "Fight me; don't take your anger out on the spectators."

For a brief instant, the forest fell utterly silent.

Immediately, sounds of "puchi" and "haha" laughter erupted.

"You seek death!"

Zhao Zhao Zhenren let out a furious roar, his feet suddenly exploding with force; although he was dozens of meters away from Lu Ran, he thrust his long staff straight out.

"Roar!!"

Energy churned violently as a giant dragon composed of golden qi waves roared and charged forward.

Wu Seng Shen Fa · Soaring Cloud Dragon!

"Ah!!"

"He's actually going for the kill?"

"Careful!" Amidst a chorus of startled cries, mist churned beneath Lu Ran's feet as he flew backward diagonally.

An even more jaw-dropping scene appeared!

Facing the clawing, fanged golden dragon, Lu Ran did not dodge from afar.

Was he actually flying backward while staying right alongside the golden giant dragon?

Lu Ran slowed his pace slightly, allowing the golden dragon to fly past his side.

Holding the Zhan Ye Dao in his right hand, he even reached out toward the dragon's body, the blade's tip grazing across its exquisite scales.

Such a sight left the onlookers dumbfounded!

"Holy crap?! That control over distance?"

"Does he have to be this dashing? Does he have to be this ethereal?"

"Sharpening blades on dragon scales?"

"Is he really not afraid of getting hit? Is he just uncomfortable unless he's showing off?"

"Ridiculous! Our God Ran dared to charge through the Thousand-Silk Skirt; do you think a mere giant dragon could touch him?"

High in the sky, Jiang Li, whose face was forever expressionless, suddenly raised an eyebrow slightly.

The male teacher beside her burst into loud laughter:

"Hahaha! This kid truly has remarkable style!"

In everyone's view, Lu Ran, who was using "dragon scales to sharpen his blade," was simply too close to the golden dragon and ultimately got caught in the aftermath.

Well... his hat was blown off.

He revealed a head of short, fragmented hair that danced in the wind.

"Hiss—"

Lu Ran suddenly flew backward toward the other side.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren caught up immediately, gripping his staff and slamming it fiercely into the ground, stirring up waves of golden light.

One fled, the other pursued.

The two flew all over the arena.

"What are you gonna do?" Lu Ran, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, kept flying backward rapidly while mist churned beneath his feet. "You don't seem to have any way to deal with me, do you?"

The sheep-like sounds continuously entered his ears, repeatedly provoking Zhao Zhao Zhenren's already agitated heart to madness.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren, filled with uncontrollable rage, thrust his staff forward once again.

"Roar!!"

Another golden giant dragon charged out.

Clawing and fanged, brimming with killing intent!

This time, Lu Ran was even more audacious!

He actually darted past close to the ground, sliding right under the dragon's belly.

Facts proved that Lu Ran was not just provoking with words; his actions were provocative as well!

Just after escaping trouble, Lu Ran continued to disturb his opponent's mind: "Think of a way, you great expert of the River Realm! Why haven't you captured me? Is it because you don't want to?"

Every single word stabbed crazily into Zhao Zhao Zhenren's heart!

In terms of speed alone, the Xiang Xiang Xianyang believers were indeed one step superior.

In the eyes of the crowd, this was Lu Ran's only advantage.

The problem was, continuing like this was no solution.

Apart from verbal attacks and disgusting the opponent, what else could Lu Ran do?

The best possible outcome was a draw; Zhao Zhao Zhenren might not be able to catch Lu Ran, but he absolutely could not lose!

Of course, if they could fight to a draw...

From a certain perspective, shouldn't that count as a victory for Lu Ran?

After all, between the River Realm and the lower realms, there existed an insurmountable chasm.

"Monk, your strength is only this much." Lu Ran snorted coldly. "Next time, don't shamelessly pester other people's girlfriends. Did you hear that?"

"You really think I can't catch you?!" Zhao Zhao Zhenren's eyes nearly split open as he roared in fury!

Lu Ran's sliding figure came to a halt, his brows furrowing slightly.

Blue veins bulged on Zhao Zhao Zhenren's neck; having reached the peak of his anger, he suddenly raised a hand: "If you retreat from the arena, you admit defeat!"

Lu Ran's sliding figure came to a halt, his brows knitting slightly.

Directly above the center of the arena, a giant golden palm suddenly appeared in the high sky.

Wu Seng Shen Fa · Great Jin Tianseng Palm!

This was the Pei De Shen Fa adapted for the Wusengyi Sect when cultivating to the River Realm.

Wu Seng Shen Fa·Great Jin Tianseng Palm!

This is the Pei De Shen Fa of the Wusengyi Sect from their time in Jiang Jing.

Its explosive-level output was sufficient to crush an entire residential building.

Lu Ran's expression changed; although he still wore a mask, the panic in his eyes betrayed his state of mind:

"You can't handle losing, is that it?"

Great Xia indeed had an unwritten rule: in a duel between two parties, once one side left the arena, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, it counted as a loss.

"Get the hell out!" Zhao Zhao Zhenren knelt on one knee, slamming one hand fiercely onto the ground.

High in the sky, a colossal golden palm crashed down with a thunderous roar!

Its scale was so vast that it covered not only the entire martial arena but also much of the surrounding mountains and forests.

Chaos erupted all around, and cries of shock came from every direction:

"Zhao Zhao Zhenren! Have you gone mad?"

"Do you not care about your own life anymore?"

"Stop immediately!"

"Silence!" Jiang Li shouted sharply, her voice possessing extreme penetrating power.

Everyone's faces froze in shock as they looked at this powerful disciple of Sword One.

Zhao Zhao Zhenren had indeed gone mad.

Or rather, his killing intent toward Lu Ran had reached its absolute peak.

Since the battle began, Lu Ran's "Baa" had never stopped.

One absolutely could not regard Zhao Zhao Zhenren at this moment as a normal person with a peaceful mindset and calm composure.

When an ordinary man flies into a rage, blood still splatters within five paces.

Extreme emotions naturally bring about extreme consequences.

The mere sliver of sanity remaining compelled Zhao Zhao Zhenren to utter those words: "Leaving the arena counts as a loss."

In reality, what Zhao Zhao Zhenren was roaring in his heart was: "You damn well go die!"

Lu Ran's Divine Art, the Sound of Despair, had stirred up endless desires for slaughter within his opponent's heart.

Penetration after penetration, deepening again and again.

Poisoned to such a degree, this was no longer something so-called rationality could suppress.

"You've gone mad!" Lu Ran also shouted these words, his voice laced with a trace of panic.

"You damn well watch closely!" Zhao Zhao Zhenren roared in anger, brilliant golden light bursting forth from his body.

Wu Seng Shen Fa—Golden Body of the Dharma Protector!

"Whoosh!!"

The colossal golden palm descended from the heavens, crashing down with a thunderous boom.

"Hiss—"

Mist churned beneath Lu Ran's feet, yet instead of fleeing, he charged straight at Zhao Zhao Zhenren!

His eyes, once filled with terror, suddenly became incomparably cold and sinister, his vicious words echoing across the entire arena:

"You watch closely too!!"

Disciple Lu Ran respectfully invites the Ancestral Sister Xian Xiang Xianyang to possess my body!

"Whoosh!!"

Immortal mist churned around Lu Ran as a huge illusory figure expanded outward from his body.

A white jade long robe shimmered with a strange luster.

A snow-white sheep's face wore a faint smile.

Sister Xian Yang Shen Fa—Body of the Scapegoat!

"No!!"

"Careful, don't..."

"That scape... scapegoat?"

"Boom-rumble!" The colossal golden palm crashed down, splitting the earth and toppling the mountains and forests.

The might of Jiang Jing was truly terrifying.

"Crack!!"

The golden Wu Seng believer, kneeling on the ground, saw his Golden Body shatter with a thunderous crash!

The two bodies behind Zhao Zhao Zhenren had already been crushed out of shape, yet they still strained desperately to protect their master.

The Three Bodies of Furious Eyes were constructed from pure energy, yet they were flesh and blood in every sense, equivalent to growing two additional bodies on oneself.

The five fingers were still connected to the heart.

With fully two physical bodies battered to such an extent, what kind of extreme pain was this?

"Puh!!"

Zhao Zhao Zhenren knelt in the deep crater, his brain spinning, spitting fresh blood, his main body likewise severely injured.

"Hiss!"

Blade edges pierced flesh!

"Hiss!"

Blade edges pierced flesh!

Rosy light in a silent night, one on the left and one on the right, brutally stabbed into the two heads behind Zhao Zhao Zhenren.

Intense pain surged into Zhao Zhao Zhenren's mind, as if his own head had been pierced through fully twice!

"Hiss!"

The twin blades slashed horizontally left and right, viciously slicing open the two heads.

"Aaaaaah!!" Zhao Zhao Zhenren screamed in agony, clutching his head with both hands.

The so-called two golden bodies were, beneath the golden skin, solid flesh and blood.

Blood dripped, chunks of flesh flew everywhere.

Such a cruel scene made everyone shudder with horror!

Yet the cruel scene continued; the twin blades flew swiftly, chopping off all four arms.

Two heads and two arms were dismembered right before everyone's eyes.

"Bang!" Lu Ran kicked Zhao Zhao Zhenren in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

One kick, another kick, and yet another.

Already dazed, Zhao Zhao Zhenren's face was a blur of flesh and blood; even his screams grew faint.

From afar came voices of those who could not bear to watch:

"Stop, stop hitting him!"

"Lu Lu Tianjiao, show some mercy."

"Slap!"

Lu Ran grabbed Zhao Zhao Zhenren by the neck, lifted him straight up, and spoke word by word:

"She said she doesn't need you to see her off! Did you hear that clearly this time?"

To be honest, if Lu Ran had said, "I am a mighty Lu Tianjiao; I don't need your coaxing," it might have seemed more dignified.

But instead, he declared: My girlfriend doesn't need you to see her off.

Such words...

Lu Ran did not care what others thought of him.

His actions were highly abnormal; his strikes were ruthless, and he even went so far as to Shi Zhan Shen Fa: The Guilt-Bearing Body.

All of this was simply to make Jiangjiang Ruyi's life a little more stable.

Four words: kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

In the future, Lu Ran would have to go to another realm and leave Jiangjiang Ruyi for a while.

Lu Ran hoped to resolve this issue once and for all!

He did not want his girlfriend, his future wife, to live forever in an environment of harassment.

As for others calling his methods ruthless, sinister, and violent...

As mentioned before, Lu Ran did not care.

"She said she doesn't need you to see her off! Do you understand now?" Lu Ran roared, his voice carrying far.

"Mm, mm." Zhao Zhao Zhenren was in a wretched state; his face was a blur of flesh and blood, his breath barely there, and even nodding was a struggle.

"Lu Ran." A clear, cold voice sounded.

A woman in snow-white robes arrived, stepping lightly on a sword: "That's enough; everyone now knows your stance."

Lu Ran turned and saw a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her early thirties; she must be a teacher.

This woman was indeed clever; from her words, it was not hard to tell she had already understood Lu Ran's intention.

"That's enough," the woman said again, gently urging him.

Lu Ran nodded silently and casually tossed Zhao Zhao Zhenren onto the ground.

"Go out for a stroll; adjust your emotions," the woman said, waving her hand to signal Lu Ran to leave.

Under the woman's command, no one stopped Lu Ran from leaving.

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