Chapter 222

"Who is it? Where should we take care of it?"

Upon hearing the order to kill, the guard captain didn't even frown—he asked simply and directly.

Of course, this was perfectly normal.

His name was Li Yan; years ago, he had fought side by side with Li Wanying's father, the current Li family patriarch Li Canghai.

Later, though he fell behind in strength and was assigned as Li Wanying's guard captain, he remained a direct member of the Li family.

He had done dirty work like this before.

With the Li family's current power, as long as it wasn't someone important, killing them was no big deal.

"Wait a moment—I'll check first."

Li Wanying pulled out her phone and dialed a number; after three rings, the call was answered:

"Hello, it's Xiao Ying? What's up?"

A cheerful laugh came from the other end of the line.

"Uncle Wang, can you check who was sitting in seat 0310 at the auction just now?"

Li Wanying asked softly—just a second ago she'd been talking about killing, now she sounded like a sweet little girl.

"The auction that just ended? Hold on, I'll look it up for you."

After a brief silence, the voice came again:

"Xiao Ying, the man in that seat is Xu Jingming, rank Third Tier Upper."

"He entered the Lei Ting Secret Realm using an S-class pass from the Metropolis Psychic University."

"Thanks so much, Uncle Wang."

Li Wanying smiled sweetly and hung up the call.

Uncle Wang was her father's friend and worked at Lei Ting Martial Arts Gym—checking information like this was effortless.

"A student from the Metropolis Psychic University?"

Li Yan frowned, pausing to think: "Killing him outright might cause trouble—should we investigate further?"

Students from top universities often had strong connections; if they traced it back to him, it would be troublesome.

"No problem."

Li Wanying waved her hand carelessly:

"There are dozens of these university students coming to our Lei Ting Secret Realm for training—all heading straight for the Thunderstorm Zone."

Once he enters the Thunderstorm Zone, we strike then.

By the time his family or friends realize something's wrong and start searching, it'll be long after the fact.

Besides,

With the ferocity of the Thunderstorm Zone's beasts, in just one or two hours, not even his corpse will remain!

They'll never find a trace!"

As for the S-class Yunyun Liuyun Jin Feng Qiang, Li Wanying had already planned how to handle it.

Forging an S-class weapon from scratch is extremely difficult, but modifying an existing one is simple.

After seizing the spear, just have any armorer reshape it and repaint the finish—no one will recognize it.

"Killing him in the Thunderstorm Zone? Fine."

Li Yan nodded slightly and gave orders: "You two, stake out the entrance to the Thunderstorm Zone from now on."

I'll send you Xu Jingming's facial details shortly—once he appears at the entrance, notify us immediately."

As an experienced psychic, he knew well that lying in wait near the target's lodging would easily alert him.

But lying in wait at the Thunderstorm Zone entrance carried no such risk.

"Understood."

Two of them nodded with smiles, leaving casually.

The lowest rank among this group was Fourth Tier Lower, and their average age was over thirty, with rich combat experience.

Dealing with a young college student at only Third Tier Upper was effortless.

"By the way, Uncle Li, let me know when you're ready to move—I'm coming with you."

Li Wanying's eyes gleamed.

She eagerly anticipated seeing whether Xu Jingming would regret opposing her at today's auction when he was slaughtered before her eyes.

"Alright, no problem," Li Yan nodded.

The guard team had four members: he and one other were Fourth Tier Middle; the other two were Fourth Tier Lower.

As long as they didn't enter the core of the Thunderstorm Zone, protecting Li Wanying was easy.

As for Xu Jingming, in his view, he posed no threat whatsoever...

On the other side, Xu Jingming, having obtained the spear, parted from his senior Jiang Luo and excitedly returned to the villa with Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan.

"You practice first—we're going to change our battle gear."

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan weren't just ornaments.

Since they'd already been to the commercial street yesterday, today they naturally began their individual training plans.

"Okay," Xu Jingming nodded.

Entering the training room alone, he clenched his right hand slightly—the Yunyun Liuyun Jin Feng Qiang appeared in his grip.

"No wonder it's an S-class spear—this feel is perfect."

The matte texture made Xu Jingming reluctant to let go.

"The Yunyun Liuyun Jin Feng Qiang's maximum weight is 100 tons—I only slightly infused it with psychic energy and raised it to two tons."

"Let me test how high I can raise its weight with my current psychic energy."

Brilliant golden Lei Ting suddenly erupted, surging wildly into the spear!

The entire spear suddenly grew heavy, and Xu Jingming nearly lost his grip and let it fall.

He quickly retracted his ability, and the spear returned to its original weight of 800 kilograms.

"Now I can lift about five tons at most, but just now, when I poured all my ability into it, I felt I couldn't hold it."

That means, when I pour all my ability into it, the spear's weight must exceed five tons—probably around six tons!"

Xu Jingming's eyes glowed slightly.

Being able to lift five tons doesn't mean he can wield a five-ton weapon at will.

In fact, the maximum weapon weight Xu Jingming can use freely is only around one thousand kilograms.

Yet the Flowing Cloud Liuyun Jin Feng Qiang, which could increase its weight to six tons, made him think of an entirely new attack method.

Imagine this: during normal swings, the spear weighs only 800 kilograms, moving at incredible speed!

But at the moment of thrusting, his ability explodes fully, and the spear's weight surges to six thousand kilograms!

The terrifying weight, combined with extreme kinetic energy.

Together, they're far more than simply one plus one equals two!

"This idea has potential!"

Without delay, Xu Jingming gripped the spear and began his experiment.

Hu—

Hu—

The sharp spear, wreathed in Lei Ting, was swung wildly, tearing the surrounding air with a dull roar.

Unlike before, the spear didn't move purely at high speed—it alternated between fast and slow.

It looked bizarre, and even some of Xu Jingming's movements, though battle-experienced, seemed uncoordinated.

This was due to the spear's constantly shifting weight, causing imbalance in his center of gravity and distorted motions—he couldn't adapt quickly.

Yet even so, Xu Jingming remained utterly absorbed, unwilling to stop.

"What's going on with Jingming?"

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan, dressed in fitted battle suits, stepped into the training room and stared in confusion.

Isn't loss of balance and distorted motion exactly the kind of mistake only beginner martial artists—middle schoolers—would make?

At that moment, Xu Jingming's motion shifted, and the sharp spear stabbed toward the wall.

Chi—

Compared to before, this thrust was terrifyingly slow!

Yet even so, the spear slid into the wall like butter.

With only a soft sound, it plunged nearly half a meter deep into the wall!

"Hm?"

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan exchanged glances, both startled.

The training room's wall was made of D-grade alloy—normally, even a missile couldn't shatter it!

Yet the spear had driven in this deep merely from residual momentum—how terrifying must its weight be?