Chapter 110: Damn! I

“Dean, Jingming has arrived.”

Ten minutes later, Xu Jingming entered the villa’s living room under Fu Bo’s guidance.

“Teacher.”

Xu Jingming bowed respectfully to his teacher Yang Zhentian, noticing also a strange man and woman in the living room.

“Jingming, come here, let me introduce you.”

“This is your senior from third year, Xu Wei; this is your senior from second year, Tong Yue.”

Under Teacher Yang Zhentian’s introduction, Xu Jingming learned these were his senior classmates.

He then politely greeted: “Senior Xu, Senior Tong.”

Wherever you go, polite people always win others’ favor.

Thus, both Xu Wei and Tong Yue formed a very positive first impression of this junior.

The composed Xu Wei stood up from the sofa with a faint smile:

“Junior, welcome. I’ve long heard Teacher has taken on a new student, but I was away all summer and only returned to campus yesterday.”

“By the way, this is the gift I prepared for you.”

“A Grade Four Yuan Energy Pill—when consumed during cultivation of psychic training methods, it greatly enhances Yuan Energy absorption efficiency.”

“It’s essentially a B-grade cultivation resource.”

Senior Xu Wei handed over a small wooden box.

At the same time, Senior Tong Yue chuckled lightly: “I didn’t prepare a gift—I’ll just transfer you 200 academic credits.”

Just now, she had obtained Xu Jingming’s student account from Senior Liu Ming.

She then pulled out her phone and transferred the 200 credits directly.

“Thank you, Senior Xu, Senior Tong.”

Xu Jingming politely thanked them and accepted the gifts.

He then turned to Senior Liu Ming and asked curiously: “Senior Liu, weren’t you fully recovered? Why are you still in a wheelchair?”

“It’s not as simple as you think—the newly regrown legs haven’t fully reconnected their internal nerves.”

“To regain full mobility, you’ll need to wait another two or three days.”

Senior Liu Ming shook his head.

“Two or three days? That’s fine.” Xu Jingming nodded.

Only on Blue Star do healing psychics exist; in his past life, limb regeneration would have been pure fantasy.

“Enough about that. Just now, Senior Tong doubted what I said.”

“Tell her yourself—since entering school, haven’t you mastered four A-grade lightning techniques?”

Facing Senior Liu Ming’s question, Xu Jingming smiled and nodded:

“Senior Liu is correct.”

“No way! That’s actually true?!”

Before Senior Tong Yue could speak, Senior Xu Wei blurted out in shock.

“So Senior Xu also thought Senior Liu was exaggerating.”

Senior Tong Yue muttered silently, then stared at Xu Jingming in amazement:

“Rapidly advancing in rank while mastering so many A-grade techniques in such a short time.”

“Can you share your experience? Senior sister wants to learn too.”

Tong Yue was extremely curious.

She herself had only just advanced to Second Rank Upper Tier recently.

She knew well how hard rank breakthroughs were.

Yet Xu Jingming wasn’t just at the same rank as her—

He’d mastered more A-grade techniques than she, a senior who’d entered a year earlier. Where could one even argue that?

“No special experience—I’m just naturally gifted.”

“I can learn techniques after watching them a few times; no need to waste time.”

“Natural talent? Senior sister probably can’t learn that.”

Xu Jingming hesitated.

The Deep Blue System was essentially his talent—but such an insane talent only activated after killing monsters.

“Junior, that stings...”

Tong Yue pressed her right hand to her chest, feigning injury.

Yet internally, she was very satisfied with this answer.

Talent is talent—she hated when people attributed their talent to hard work.

That’s nonsense.

Who among those who got into Metropolis Psychic University doesn’t work hard?

If hard work alone were enough, why are there so few Fourth Rank psychics on campus?

“I’ve always been satisfied with Jingming’s talent and diligence.”

Teacher Yang Zhentian chimed in, smiling at Xu Jingming:

“I mentioned on the phone that I’d throw you a victory banquet after you returned, but it got delayed because of Senior Liu’s situation.”

“Let’s make up for it now—celebrate your win in the Freshman Competition.”

“Though I wasn’t there yesterday, I learned of your brilliant performance from Dean Sun last night.”

“It was nothing—they were all too weak.”

Xu Jingming smiled modestly. “By the way, Teacher, I’d like you to test a technique for me.”

“What technique? Senior Liu can’t move well, but I’m here—no need to trouble Teacher.”

Xu Wei said generously.

“S-grade technique: ‘ Mingyuleikai ’...”

Xu Jingming blinked, hesitating.

Senior Xu Wei was only Third Rank Lower Tier—he likely couldn’t even pierce the defense of the Dark Prison Lightning Armor.

"Dark Prison Lightning Armor? S-grade technique?"

Xu Wei sucked in a sharp breath. “Alright, I’ll step aside.”

In the backyard courtyard, the open-air training ground.

Yang Zhentian and Xu Jingming stood facing each other; Xu Wei, Tong Yue, and Liu Ming in his wheelchair watched from the side.

“Do you really think junior learned that S-grade technique?”

Xu Wei couldn’t help asking.

As a lightning psychic himself, he’d seen this S-grade technique in the technique library.

But with only A-grade access, he needed 30,000 academic credits to learn it.

So he’d only read its brief description.

Even so, its power had already made him envious.

He never imagined Xu Jingming, who entered two years after him, claimed to have mastered it!

“Based on my understanding of Xu Jingming, he doesn’t boast.”

Liu Ming spoke thoughtfully.

“Alright, now I finally understand what you meant by ‘monster.’”

Xu Wei felt a flood of awe.

Had he not witnessed it himself, he’d never believe the school had such a monster as Xu Jingming...

"Dark Prison Lightning Armor!"

In the center of the open-air training ground, Xu Jingming’s gaze sharpened.

Blue-purple lightning swirled around him, coalescing into a full suit of deep purple armor!

Lightning and arcs danced and flowed across its seemingly liquid surface.

"It really is the S-grade technique: 'Dark Prison Lightning Armor'!"

Yang Zhentian hadn’t expected Xu Jingming to surprise him again!

Crackling—

Amidst his astonishment, Yang Zhentian’s A-grade lightning psychic power, the Wind-Fire True Thunder, far stronger than Xu Jingming’s, erupted instantly!

Then his power level dropped sharply: “Jingming, I’ll test it at Third Rank Peak strength first!”

Yang Zhentian clearly knew Xu Jingming’s absurdity—he immediately suppressed his power to Third Rank Peak.

Sizzle—

Crimson lightning struck Xu Jingming’s thunder armor, leaving not a single mark.

The impact force from the lightning, after being reduced by 90% by the Dark Prison Lightning Armor,

was negligible against Xu Jingming’s body.

“Teacher, increase the power! This isn’t enough!”

Xu Jingming called out.

“Alright, next is double Third Rank Peak strength!”

The crimson lightning roared back, twice as powerful—still leaving not a single scratch on the armor.

"Again!"

"Four times!"

"Six times!"

"......"

Amidst piercing thunderclaps, wave after wave of crimson lightning, stronger than before, slammed into Xu Jingming.

Each bolt of lightning was lethal to Xu Wei and Tong Yue!

Yet Xu Jingming remained as if untouched, bathed in the crimson lightning.

Liu Ming, seated in his wheelchair, wore a peculiar expression.

It feels as if I’ve become a unit of measurement?