Chapter 211: Monstrously Strong! Only 19?

January 27th, 9: 0 PM.

Just as Xu Jingming had been sent back to the villa by his senior Jiang Luo and was fast asleep.

Meanwhile, Lei Yaoyang and his group, having also left the thunderstorm zone, arrived at the office of instructor Wu Chuang to report on the assessment.

At this moment, Wu Chuang had already finished his personal matters and sat behind his desk.

"Instructor, we're back."

Lei Yaoyang and his eleven teammates stood in a straight line, their expressions respectful inside the office.

"Mm, the six-day assessment is over."

You suffered no casualties and no serious injuries—your safety management was decent."

"But merely ensuring survival isn't enough. Did everyone complete their assessment tasks?"

Wu Chuang nodded slightly and asked.

"Report, Instructor, all team members completed their tasks."

"Each of us killed at least one peak third-rank beast. I personally killed a low-rank fourth-rank beast."

Lei Yaoyang, leading the group, reported swiftly.

Before this, Lei Yaoyang, a graduate of the Elite Training Camp and one of its top students, had been Wu Chuang's most promising trainee, capable of defeating low-rank fourth-rank beasts despite being below that tier.

But after witnessing Xu Jingming's monstrous prowess, he suddenly realized Lei Yaoyang didn't seem quite so astonishing anymore.

Of course,

in front of the trainees, he naturally didn't show this—instead, he smiled and praised:

"Good. You didn't disappoint me."

Wu Chuang didn't bother verifying their assessment results.

These outstanding trainees, all graduates of the Elite Training Camp, weren't likely to lie about this.

"By the way, what do you think of Jiang's boss's junior from Mo University?"

Wu Chuang shifted topics, planning to use Xu Jingming as an example to motivate them.

"Jiang's boss's junior?"

Lei Yaoyang didn't know why Wu Chuang mentioned Xu Jingming, but he answered seriously:

"We encountered him in the thunderstorm zone. He's extremely strong—far beyond ordinary mid-rank third-tier.

He also has exceptional clearing ability; his peak combat power seems to be around peak third-rank."

"That guy from Mo University is indeed powerful, but he still can't match our Lei Ge."

Li Ming chuckled.

The other team members also wore faint smiles.

One rises, all rise; one falls, all fall.

They were all from the Elite Training Camp—Lei Yaoyang being stronger than Mo University's people made them proud too.

"Really?"

Wu Chuang's expression turned strange—he never expected such a reaction to Xu Jingming.

Then he thought: if he himself hadn't seen that battle before,

he too would never have believed Xu Jingming's true combat power was this terrifying.

So he pulled out the camera and set it to playback mode:

"Here's a video. Watch it first."

Hum—

The camera projected virtual light, gradually coalescing into a lifelike holographic projection before them.

"That's Storm Thunder Bear! Its size and rank must be high—at least high-rank fourth-tier!"

Compared to ordinary flat videos, holographic projections offered a far more immersive experience.

So when the vicious, thunder-controlling Storm Thunder Bear appeared in the hologram,

everyone involuntarily gasped.

And its opponent...

Lei Yaoyang and the others instinctively turned their gaze to the other side.

They saw a towering figure, two meters twenty centimeters tall, like a steel tower!

Around him swirled brilliant golden lightning; his face was ruggedly handsome, his eyes—molten-gold dragon pupils—devoid of any emotion.

Facing the Storm Thunder Bear on the other side, he showed not a trace of fear.

"Is this... u Jingming?"

Though his physique had changed drastically, the unmistakable brilliant golden lightning allowed Lei Yaoyang to instantly recognize Xu Jingming's identity.

His face filled with shock and doubt.

How could Xu Jingming have grown this much stronger since their first meeting?

The video played slowly; their expressions shifted from initial surprise and confusion

to awe and disbelief, their emotions racing like a rollercoaster.

Especially Li Ming, who had just believed Xu Jingming inferior to Lei Yaoyang, now stared wide-eyed, mouth agape as if he could swallow an egg.

Two minutes later, the video ended. The entire office fell into deathly silence.

"Well? What do you think after watching?" Wu Chuang retracted the camera into his space ring.

"Xu Jingming is strong—monstrously strong, beyond imagination," Lei Yaoyang said, taking a deep breath.

"He's really mid-rank third-tier? This combat power... t's insane..."

Li Ming muttered softly.

"Not mid-rank third-tier. When I met Xu Jingming, he had already advanced to high-rank third-tier," Wu Chuang added.

"So he's high-rank third-tier? That's... better? Better hell!" Li Ming cursed inwardly.

A high-rank fourth-tier Storm Thunder Bear's thunder manipulation alone gave many psychics headaches.

Yet Xu Jingming, a high-rank third-tier psychic, outright crushed it—who could believe it?

Even more absurd: Thunder Storm, the terrifying innate skill of the Storm Thunder Bear capable of easily wiping out most high-rank fourth-tier psychics,

was simply charged through by Xu Jingming—unharmed, completely unscathed. It was ridiculous!

The subsequent series of close-quarters melee combat made Li Ming question his entire existence.

You're a lightning psychic who can brawl with beasts up close—then what are we pure enhancement psychics supposed to do?

At this moment,

in Li Ming's and Lei Yaoyang's minds, Xu Jingming had only one evaluation:

Strong.

Despairingly strong.

For a moment, including Lei Yaoyang, everyone sank into deep self-doubt.

Could Mo University really be this unbelievable? Could it train psychics to this level?

"Don't worry. Even within Mo University, Xu Jingming is a unique exception."

"You're already excellent. Don't undervalue yourselves," Wu Chuang said hastily.

He'd only intended to deflate their arrogance, but one video later,

the arrogance was gone—but now they were drowning in self-doubt.

"Unique exception? Is Xu Jingming's background special? Is he the university president's son?"

Li Ming's eyes lit up, suddenly energized.

If he had that kind of backing, maybe such combat power was plausible.

"The president's son? Even the president's grandson couldn't pull this off!"

Wu Chuang rolled his eyes. "'Special background' refers to Xu Jingming's psychic ability.

He possesses an S-class psychic ability—the new student who enrolled at Mo City Psychic University last year."

Though Wu Chuang vaguely suspected Xu Jingming's ability was more than just S-class,

all existing records listed it as S-class, so he could only say that.

Lei Yaoyang froze in shock, unable to believe it:

"Mo University's S-class? But he's a new student—can a freshman really be high-rank third-tier?"

"I wish I could deny it, but it's true. Xu Jingming just turned 19 a short while ago—he's a genuine first-year student."

Wu Chuang shrugged.

When he returned, he'd specifically checked Xu Jingming's records—this age was correct.

"He's only 19?!" Li Ming's eyes bulged, his worldview shattered.

Yaozhidao,

The group of them, all graduates of the Elite Training Camp, averaged 23 years old.

Four years older than Xu Jingming—and yet their ranks were only high-rank third-tier...

"At 19 and already high-rank third-tier? We've wasted our entire lives!" Li Ming couldn't help complaining.

"Monster. Absolutely a monster."

Lei Yaoyang took several deep breaths before he could finally process the news.

"I showed you this video not for any other reason—just to motivate you.

Use Xu Jingming as your goal. If you can catch up to him someday, that'd be best."

Wu Chuang said solemnly.

Surpassing Xu Jingming is certainly impossible, but if I can keep up with him, that would still be good enough.

"Understood," Lei Yaoyang and the others all nodded.

"By the way, Instructor, could you give me a copy of this video?"

Lei Yaoyang hesitated.

He, too, is an Electrokinetic.

In the video, Xu Jingming's manipulation of Electrokinetic energy contains many details worth learning.

"I'll upload the video to the martial arts school's internal website—you can log in and watch it directly."

Wu Chuang nodded.

At that moment, Li Ming hesitated and said:

"Instructor, isn't the National University League about to start this year?"

"Wouldn't uploading this video be inappropriate?"

"National University League?"

Wu Chuang paused slightly, then realized:

"I nearly forgot—this video definitely can't be uploaded."

The National University League is a major event in Great Xia. Given Xu Jingming's current displayed strength, he will undoubtedly represent Mo University in the competition.

Within Thunder Martial Arts School, besides Mo University graduates, there are also many graduates from Jing University and Jin University.

If this video is uploaded and Xu Jingming's strength is exposed, it might put the other two universities on guard—that would be undesirable.

"I'll privately give you a copy of the video."

Wu Chuang said to Lei Yaoyang, then glanced at Li Ming and the others:

"Also, don't go around spreading word of Xu Jingming's strength."

Even though it probably wouldn't matter much, Wu Chuang remained cautious.

"Understood."

Everyone nodded, and Li Ming added with a smile:

"By the way, I remember last year's University League—Mo University was defeated by Jing University and only took second place, right?"

Although they spent long periods training in the Elite Training Camp, they still paid close attention to the National University League, a nationwide event.

In past competitions, Mo University usually won the championship, but last year, Jing University took the title.

"This year's University League is going to be exciting—Mo University will surely avenge last year's defeat."

Lei Yaoyang felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Xu Jingming's strength was terrifyingly formidable, to the point that even he had fallen into deep self-doubt.

He eagerly awaited the moment when Xu Jingming shone on the National University League stage, wondering how the other universities' geniuses would react.

Would they, like him, sink into a Mimang of existential doubt...