Chapter 189: Huge Disparity! I

The final exams at the Magic Capital Psychic University will be uniformly conducted tomorrow, January 17th.

In addition to the basic monster knowledge test, there will be practical combat assessments in various areas.

Magic University normally imposes few restrictions on students; attendance is not taken in class, yet the final exams are terrifyingly strict.

If a student fails three courses consecutively, they will receive a formal reprimand.

If they continue to fail in the second semester, expulsion will follow.

The logic is simple.

Every year, Magic University distributes an astronomical amount of free resources to its students.

Magic University is not a charity.

If you take the resources but don't work hard, who else should be eliminated?

This frees up resources for other students.

Thus, even the most outstanding Magic University students dare not slack off during final exams.

Of course,

these final exams pose no real challenge for Song Qiuyun or Jiang Chu.

Song Qiuyun recently broke through to Second Rank Mid-Level.

Keep in mind,

among Magic University freshmen, students who have reached Second Rank are few and far between.

Song Qiuyun is, without doubt, the strongest freshman after Xu Jing.

Jiang Chu has also advanced from Second Rank Mid-Level to Second Rank Upper-Level, so she has no worries about the final exams.

Her real motive for coming over now isn't to prepare for the exams—it's to train with him.

Xu Jing naturally knew this, but since he had nothing better to do, he treated it as warm-up training and didn't refuse:

"Fine, I won't use my spear—I'll just use my hands."

"Jingming, aren't you going to wear your battle suit?"

Inside the training room,

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu stood side by side, while Xu Jing stood eight meters across from them.

Unlike the two women fully armed, Xu Jing wore only a loose training suit.

Yet even so, the power hidden beneath the fabric was unmistakable.

This power merged with the divine aura of his SS-rank psychic ability, Great Heaven Thunder, creating overwhelming pressure.

Though blades and swords know no mercy, Song Qiuyun couldn't help but whisper a warning.

"No need. You won't hit me anyway." Xu Jing shook his head.

Even if they did land a hit, it wouldn't matter—his Thunder Indestructible Body, at its fourth level, was incredibly resilient.

Two Second-Rank psychics stood little chance of breaking through his defense.

"Xu Jing, don't you know you're asking to be punched?"

Jiang Chu raised an eyebrow, pulling a black hair tie from her space ring.

She tied her long silver-white hair into a high ponytail, then drew a longsword and entered combat stance.

"Sister Chu, we really need to teach him a lesson. Let's go!"

Song Qiuyun gripped her halberd tightly, enveloped by her A-rank psychic ability, Dawnlight.

She looked like a goddess of light—sacred and elegant.

But before she could launch her attack, the figure across from her took a single step.

With a flash of lightning, his towering form suddenly appeared right before her eyes.

Filling her entire field of vision.

Too fast!

Song Qiuyun, who had fought alongside Xu Jing on Mandate Church missions, knew his speed was fast.

But facing it directly, she finally understood the sheer oppressive weight of it.

She had no time to react—only instinct drove her to raise her halberd and block it in front of her.

But too slow!

Xu Jing's massive hand, wreathed in terrifying golden lightning, pierced through the Dawnlight barrier.

It pressed against her pale forehead, mere millimeters away.

A slight push, and she would be dead.

"This..."

Only then did Jiang Chu, standing beside her, snap out of her shock, her lips slightly parted.

Taken down in an instant—this wasn't even a fight on the same level.

She could even imagine what would happen in a real battlefield:

Xu Jing wouldn't hold back—he'd kill Song Qiuyun, and she herself wouldn't even have time to react before being similarly obliterated.

Song Qiuyun was stunned.

She knew Xu Jing was strong, but she hadn't imagined he'd become this powerful.

It filled her with a crushing sense of disparity.

She was a genius too—yet before Xu Jing, she felt like an ordinary nobody.

"Using full power won't serve as training. Fine—I'll suppress my strength to Second Rank Lower-Level and fight you again."

Xu Jing realized he was being too harsh and voluntarily lowered his power.

As the provincial top scorer from Sichuan and the second-ranked freshman, Song Qiuyun had her pride.

But Xu Jing's earlier attack had shattered it completely.

She said nothing in protest, only took a deep breath and said seriously:

"Alright."

After Xu Jing suppressed his power to Second Rank Lower-Level, Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu immediately felt the pressure ease.

Yet even then, Xu Jing—without his spear, using only his fists—still dominated them both.

Especially the golden lightning constantly swirling around him made it extremely difficult for them.

Keep in mind,

one of them possessed the A-rank psychic ability Dawnlight, the other the A-rank psychic ability Frost-Snow Soul.

Their ranks were Second Rank Mid-Level and Second Rank Upper-Level respectively.

They should have easily broken through Xu Jing's lightning defense, given his suppression to Second Rank Lower-Level.

But the opposite was true—the constantly spewing golden lightning forced them into constant defensive stances just to avoid injury.

This made them silently marvel at the absurdity of SS-rank psychic abilities.

Correct,

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu both knew Xu Jing's ability had evolved into an SS-rank, but neither had publicly revealed it.

The battle continued, with Xu Jing overwhelmingly overpowering them.

Yet Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu weren't empty-handed.

The intense combat revealed numerous flaws in their techniques.

Even the timing of their combat skills was off.

What began as sparring turned into a guided combat training session.

"Pant... pant..."

An hour later, Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu lay exhausted on the floor, drenched in sweat.

As if they'd just been pulled from a river.

This caused their tight battle suits to cling to them like a second skin,

perfectly outlining their breathtaking body curves.

The intense battle had drained every last ounce of their strength.

Yet across from them, Xu Jing stood tall and upright.

Over an hour of combat had left him only slightly sweaty, his breathing still steady.

Doesn't this guy ever get tired?

During the field trip sparring, Song Qiuyun had already witnessed Xu Jing's astonishing stamina.

But this battle's intensity was several times greater than before!

Yet Xu Jing showed no change—this made Song Qiuyun question reality itself.

Born into an Eighth-Rank Grand Master family, as the direct great-granddaughter of that ancestral patriarch, she had been doted on since birth.

Since childhood, her body had been nurtured with all kinds of harmless medicinal baths and rare treasures.

After coming of age, though her physique couldn't match that of enhancement-type psychics, it was still quite impressive.

Now...

Her once-proud physique, before Xu Jing, seemed worthless—pathetically weak.

No, it's not that I'm weak—it's that Xu Jing is too strong!

Song Qiuyun suddenly realized.

Though she came from an Eighth-Rank Grand Master family, Xu Jing, with his SS-rank psychic ability, was destined for greatness.

With only an A-rank psychic ability, perhaps she should never have compared herself to him in the first place.

Thinking of this, Song Qiuyun finally breathed a little easier.

"The one I should be compared to should be other A-rank psychic newcomers."

There's a combat assessment tomorrow in the final exam—I need to pick a target.

I remember that guy Li Chengzhi recently broke through to Second Stage Mid-Level.

And he previously provoked Jingming—so tomorrow, I'll make him my combat target..."

Song Qiuyun silently thought to herself.

At the same time, Li Chengzhi, training in his own practice room, suddenly shivered.

What's going on? Why do I feel like someone's watching me?