Chapter 118: The Fanatical Religious Zealot! One Strike, Instant Death!

“That’s Xu Jingming, the top freshman of Mo University?”

“I heard he’s already reached Second Stage Upper Tier—turns out it’s true!”

“Impressive. And unlike Jilan, Xu Jingming is only eighteen too, just like us.”

“Eighteen and Second Stage Upper Tier—truly suffocating...”

“Isn’t that the truth? Without Jilan, we’d have been crushed flat this time!”

“...”

The freshmen of Qingjing Institute of Psychic Abilities had clearly been given Xu Jingming’s dossier in advance and recognized him at a glance.

Though they weren’t from the same school, all the freshmen held sufficient respect and awe for this powerful S-Class.

On the other side, Xu Jingming was slightly surprised by Jilan’s approach.

Didn’t expect this foreigner to be so polite.

Must have lived in Da Xia for a while—otherwise he wouldn’t speak Chinese this well.

But then Jilan spotted Song Qiuyun beside him, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Without waiting for Xu Jingming’s reply, he turned and warmly greeted Song Qiuyun:

“Madam, surely you are Song Qiuyun. A great pleasure to meet you.”

Never mind—I take back what I said.

Xu Jingming’s face darkened instantly.

Jilan then performed a Western-style gentleman’s bow.

He extended his hand, seemingly intending to take Song Qiuyun’s right hand and kiss the back of it.

Song Qiuyun frowned slightly, about to speak up—when Xu Jingming’s large hand shot forward and gripped it first.

“Student Jilan has also studied some Western etiquette?”

Xu Jingming’s stern face wore a harmonious, friendly smile.

Jilan blinked in surprise, then nodded unconsciously: “I studied in Ying Country before awakening my psychic ability.”

“I see...”

Xu Jingming narrowed his eyes, released his grip, and patted his shoulder:

“In Da Xia, we don’t follow Western customs like this. You’d better change it.”

Then he walked off directly, Song Qiuyun obediently following beside him, never once looking at Jilan from start to finish.

“Mo University’s S-Class... incredible strength...”

Jilan raised his right hand—already marked with deep red indentations.

If he hadn’t possessed an S-Class enhancement-type psychic ability, or wasn’t a Third Stage psychic...

That grip alone would’ve shattered his palm bones completely.

“I wonder how a lightning-type got so much raw strength.”

Watching Xu Jingming’s retreating figure, Jilan muttered in his native tongue.

But as his gaze swept over Song Qiuyun’s slender back, a flicker of heat and greed flashed in his eyes.

The prodigy girl from the Sichuan Song family—truly extraordinary!

If I could win her over, I’d never have to worry about cultivation resources again...

Inside the training ground, there were private training rooms.

After Xu Jingming and Song Qiuyun explained their purpose to the front desk staff, they received a free 100-square-meter training room.

“Jingming, can we spar for a bit?”

Inside the training room,

Ever since Xu Jingming had blocked Jilan for her, Song Qiuyun’s smile hadn’t faded.

Now she asked with a soft grin:

“Sure.”

Xu Jingming didn’t refuse—he’d treat it as warm-up.

“Good, but don’t use your full strength.”

Song Qiuyun pulled a black hair tie from her space ring and tied her long hair into a high ponytail.

Then she drew a flamboyant, ornate halberd, faint bright light radiating from her body.

“Fine. Even if you used your full strength, you couldn’t handle it.”

Xu Jingming gripped his spear and charged...

Half an hour later.

“N-No... I can’t...”

Song Qiuyun stood in place, gasping for breath.

Sweat from the intense battle soaked her training uniform.

The once-loose uniform now clung to her like a second skin.

Outlining her slender curves and the full swell of her chest.

Watching Xu Jingming across from her—calm as ever, not a single bead of sweat on his forehead—Song Qiuyun questioned her own existence:

“You... you have this much stamina?”

“Fine. I can sustain full combat for over two hours.”

Xu Jingming checked his phone’s time. “Almost twelve. Rest a bit, then continue after lunch.”

After Song Qiuyun regained some stamina, they stepped out of the private training room.

Outside in the public training area, Jilan was long gone—Xu Jingming didn’t care.

Since they’d come to Mo Cave anyway, Xu Jingming naturally wanted to explore the surroundings.

So after leaving the training hall, he didn’t return to the dorm for lunch.

Instead, he found a restaurant marked “Guizhou Specialty Cuisine” and ate his fill.

Budebushuo ， Yumodouhejiangnandeyinshixiangbi ， Qianshengdecaiyaoqueshiyaohuolaxuduo 。

But for Xu Jingming, a Second Stage Upper Tier psychic, it made no difference.

As for Song Qiuyun, originally from Sichuan, she devoured it with pure delight.

After the meal, Xu Jingming planned to explore nearby.

But no sooner had they stepped out of the restaurant than someone blocked their path.

The man blocking them was a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined but radiating wild fanaticism:

“Beast apocalypse—the final great destruction is coming.

Only the supreme god can save humanity. Join us, become one of us...”

The middle-aged man spoke as if he’d truly seen a deity, his expression deranged, not waiting for their reply:

“The Beast Lord is about to descend—the world will become the beasts’ paradise!

Only the god...”

Xu Jingming and Song Qiuyun both frowned.

Due to the beast rampage, religious groups spreading apocalyptic doctrines existed everywhere on Earth.

This man was clearly a fanatic religious zealot.

“Mo Cave has a high concentration of psychics—chaotic mix of people. Religious activity here isn’t surprising.”

Xu Jingming shook his head and walked past with Song Qiuyun.

Such people were obsessed with preaching but posed little danger.

Besides, such matters were handled by the Public Security Bureau—no need for him to intervene.

Just as he thought this, a child’s scream came from behind.

Xu Jingming turned instinctively—and saw the middle-aged man had collapsed into emotional breakdown:

“Why? Why won’t you believe me?”

His deranged expression had terrified the little girl from a family of three just exiting the restaurant, causing her to burst into tears.

“I understand now... I understand...

You haven’t paid enough of a price—you haven’t felt true suffering!”

The man suddenly pulled a sharp dagger from his coat—and his right arm swelled visibly, doubling in size.

With a grotesque expression, he lunged at the girl: “Only when you feel pain will you understand the greatness of the god!”

The whole thing happened too suddenly—even though some psychics nearby noticed it,

They were too far away to intervene!

The girl’s parents were clearly ordinary people.

Yet they reacted instantly, instinctively shielding their daughter with their bodies.

Just as the dagger neared the mother’s left chest, a low voice rang out:

“Die!”

The mother barely heard the voice when she saw a black-blue spear tip, wreathed in lightning, pierce the man’s skull!

His hard skull shattered like a watermelon!

Bright red blood, mixed with unidentifiable matter, sprayed outward!