Chapter 223

Though surprised, Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu both realized Xu Jingming seemed to be experimenting with something.

They didn't disturb him, stepping to the corner of the training room to begin their own exercises.

Hss—

All lightning receded; the spear regained its 800-kilogram weight, and Xu Jingming pulled it free from the wall.

This attack method is viable, but randomly changing the weapon's weight causes motion distortion.

"This needs prolonged practice to adapt to."

Xu Jingming exhaled deeply, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

The spear's maximum weight reaches 6, 00 kilograms; swinging it requires constant adjustment of strength according to weight.

Just a few minutes left him more drained than a regular training session lasting over ten minutes!

"But once adapted, mastering force control should reduce this massive energy drain."

The Flowing Cloud Golden Edge Spear was swung again; Xu Jingming resumed training.

This kind of attack method can't be enhanced by the system—it relies solely on his own relentless practice...

The auction ended at 2 p. .

Afterward, except for meals, Xu Jingming and the two women spent all their time in the training room.

Besides solo training in the unique force technique of the Flowing Cloud Golden Edge Spear, Xu Jingming also sparred with the two women.

Of course, he suppressed his strength to Third-Stage Lower Rank.

Even so, he still dominated them completely.

This crushing sparring wasn't without benefit—in fact, the two women could better identify their own flaws.

Sometimes, Xu Jingming would watch them spar with each other.

He had to admit, their physiques were truly excellent.

Beneath their form-fitting battle suits, their figures showed not an ounce of excess fat, tempting one to reach out and touch.

Even Song Qiuyun, whose figure was slightly fuller, possessed skin with astonishing elasticity.

Since it was sparring, intense movements were inevitable.

This caused sensitive areas to sway, giving Xu Jingming a full view.

Between sparring sessions, Xu Jingming occasionally stepped in to guide them.

Some physical contact was unavoidable, postures intimate.

Xu Jingming was only nineteen, in the prime of youthful vigor; under these circumstances, his blood naturally stirred.

The two women seemed to notice this and, mischievously, pressed their rounded curves against him.

Xu Jingming, of course, welcomed it, further feeling that astonishing elasticity.

Thus, the rest of the day passed quietly in this ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu's access passes expired in two days.

Therefore, at noon on the second day, Xu Jingming escorted them to the wall of the Thunder Secret Realm.

Of course, the four hours that morning also involved sparring in the training room.

"Jingming, goodbye."

"When you get to school, could Senior Xu guide us again?"

In the red sports car, Song Qiuyun's face flushed slightly.

By contrast, the white-haired girl Jiang Chu seemed far more composed, smiling on her face.

"Alright, then see you at school."

Xu Jingming's sword-like eyebrows lifted slightly—he wouldn't back down.

"See you at school."

The red sports car started and swiftly drove out of the Thunder Secret Realm.

Xu Jingming withdrew his gaze, his eyes hardening once more:

"Next, I need to head to the Thunder Tower and attempt to break through to Liquid Condensation Proficiency..."

Xu Jingming had 4. hours left on his previous 100th floor Thunder Tower usage.

Exchanging the five Fourth-Stage Lower Rank Thunder Cores he won at the auction granted him another 15 hours.

Combined, he now had 19. hours total.

Unfortunately, after using all the time at once, he still hadn't broken through to Liquid Condensation Proficiency.

"I must hurry to the Thunderstorm Zone, hunt a few Fourth-Stage beasts, then return and try again."

Xu Jingming, resolute and steady by nature, didn't sink into despair over another failed breakthrough—he sprinted swiftly toward the Thunderstorm Zone entrance.

He entered the Thunder Secret Realm on January 20th at 7 p. .; his pass expires on February 19th at 7 p. .

It's now February 14th at 8 a. .; he has less than six days left—time must be seized.

Three minutes later, when he appeared at the Thunderstorm Zone entrance, the message reached Li Wanying.

"Miss, Xu Jingming is entering the Thunderstorm Zone. Please hurry over."

In a lavishly decorated villa's living room, Li Wanying sat on the sofa.

Upon seeing the message, her eyes lit up; she rose immediately.

"Little Ying, leaving?"

On the other side of the sofa sat a youth, lean as a jackal, clad in a black overcoat, radiating formidable energy.

He had just opened his eyes after practicing his unique ability cultivation method, smiling as he asked.

He was Li Wanying's elder brother, Li Shanglin, a Fourth-Stage Peak cultivator and the strongest among the younger generation of the Li family.

"Yes, I'm going to fetch your birthday gift—it's something I've prepared for a long time."

Li Wanying smiled playfully.

"Gift? Then I'm eagerly awaiting your grand present, little sister."

Li Shanglin chuckled, nodding with indulgence.

Thunderstorm Zone, outer region.

Tall and athletic, Xu Jingming raced through the forest like a swift leopard.

Suddenly, he frowned and halted on a patch of open ground.

He turned, gazing behind him, and said coldly: "You've followed long enough—come out."

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!...

Four figures clad in battle suits leapt from the forest, appearing not far before Xu Jingming; their middle-aged leader grinned:

"Heh, no wonder you're Mocai's prodigy—even at Third-Stage Upper Rank, your perception is astonishingly sharp."

"I don't recognize you. Why are you tailing me?" Xu Jingming narrowed his eyes.

He'd sensed their presence since entering the Thunderstorm Zone.

He'd assumed they were merely traveling the same path—but they'd followed him for over ten minutes.

"You may not know them, but you must know me."

With a tinkling laugh, a woman wrapped in crimson battle armor stepped forward from behind them.

"Li Wanying?"

Xu Jingming's eyebrows lifted—he understood at once: "You want to steal my S-class Flowing Cloud Golden Edge Spear?"

"No, no, not just the spear—I want your life too."

Li Wanying gently brushed her hair back, blinking innocently:

"It's a pity about your face—if you hadn't opposed me at the auction,

I might have made you the leader of my harem, enjoying daily pleasures."

"Stealing the weapon is one thing—but you won't even spare me? So cruel?" Xu Jingming was taken aback.

Li Wanying was stunningly beautiful, yet beneath that exterior lay a venomous heart.

"Why should you oppose the Li family? Before the strong, the weak have no voice.

Kill you? So what? What can you do about it?"

Li Wanying covered her mouth, giggling, "But I'll give you a chance—if you kneel and beg my forgiveness,

I'll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I can make you suffer slow, excruciating torture."

Li Wanying's voice was crisp; her beautiful eyes locked onto Xu Jingming.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, already imagining him kneeling before her, begging.

Yet Xu Jingming showed no sign of kneeling—instead, his lips curled into a mocking smile:

"The weak have no voice before the strong? That's true enough.

But I suspect, before targeting me, you never bothered to investigate my identity..."

Crackling—

As he spoke, brilliant, violent golden lightning erupted from Xu Jingming, spreading violently outward.

Then, in Li Wanying and the others' stunned gazes,

Xu Jingming's dark and white eyes filled with golden lightning, transforming into dragon pupils!

His body swelled, rising instantly from 1. 9 meters to 2. meters!

Like an immensely powerful beast!

His muscles twisted and knotted, like steel!

At vulnerable points—shoulders, knees, chest—

A thin layer of pale golden scales emerged across their bodies, making them look ferocious and menacing.

This is a transformation granted by the fourth level of the Thunder Indestructible Body.

Once the fifth level is reached, these scales will fully mature and enhance Xu Jingming's physical defenses.

Xu Jingming completed the entire process of activating Thunder Ultimate Form in less than one second.

Li Wanying and the others watched helplessly as Xu Jingming transformed from an ordinary psychic.

Into a terrifying figure over two meters tall, muscular, wreathed in brilliant golden lightning.

From this figure radiated a brutal aura, like that of a supreme dragon-like beast.

It sent shivers of goosebumps through Li Wanying and the others—they felt the threat of death!

"W-What is going on?!"

Li Wanying widened her eyes and let out an incredulous cry.

"Two mid-tier fourth-rankers, two low-tier fourth-rankers—you think you can kill me?"

A pair of molten-gold dragon pupils stared coldly at them; Xu Jingming's voice rang out, divine and majestic:

"Come then. I'll give you this chance."

"Something's wrong—attack together!"

As the team leader, Li Yan's face darkened, and his aura exploded outward.

He decisively activated his enhancement-type psychic ability, raised his great blade, and charged forward with the other three.

Facing the assault, Xu Jingming showed no hint of evasion—only raised his right hand.

"Die. Divine Thunder!"

Crackling—

Four brilliant golden lightning bolts, like giant serpents, struck each of the four men.

"Aaaah!!!"

Amid agonized screams, in an instant,

the four guards who had moments ago sought to kill him were consumed by lightning, reduced to charred corpses with no resistance.

Under the enhancement of Thunder Ultimate Form, the SS-Rank Doushen Divine Thunder's power surged.

Merely a simple psychic control was enough to instantly obliterate all four!

"Uncle Li and the others… were wiped out in one hit?"

Li Wanying stared in shock at the scene, never imagining that their ambush on Xu Jingming would end like this!

He's a monster! Impossible to kill! Run! Must run!

Li Wanying now had only one thought: escape!

She instinctively stepped backward—but misstepped on loose stones and fell hard to the ground.

At that moment, Xu Jingming's brilliant dragon pupils turned toward her, cold and towering as he spoke:

"Now, it's your turn."