Chapter 311: Bitter Xu Ping! Su Qingli

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!......

Xu Jingming, tall and wielding a long spear, darted through the formation formed by Wang Qi and the others.

One-on-one, none could match him, let alone these men already severely injured by Lei Shen's strike!

Even Han Shan's SS-rank combat technique, "Life Sharing," had been interrupted by agonizing pain.

Facing this group, Xu Jingming was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, slaughtering left and right!

Each thrust of Xu Jingming's spear was like slamming a sandbag.

It sent every contestant flying seven or eight meters without resistance!!

His strength was perfectly controlled—non-lethal, yet enough to prevent them from activating their safety balls.

Only after they shouted surrender did he move on to his next target.

Some had tried to flee, but under Xu Jingming's extreme speed, escape was impossible.

Thus, the entire stretch of blackened grass scorched by Lei Shen's strike became Xu Jingming's personal stage...

"Damn! A single Lei Shen strike crushed two universities! Is Lei Di really this terrifying?!"

"In the previous individual matches, Lei Di had to struggle to defeat Wang Qi, but now it's a complete one-sided massacre!"

"Indeed, the auxiliary-type adept from Mo University didn't even need to exert himself..."

"......"

In the stadium, the audience was utterly stunned by Xu Jingming's godlike performance.

They had assumed that even if Xu Jingming had reached the fourth tier, facing eleven top athletes from Jing University and Jin University,

he'd still need time to secure victory.

Yet unexpectedly, Wang Qi and the others collapsed at the first touch!

It had turned into a total, one-sided annihilation!

"He doesn't even spare the injured—Lei Di is seeking revenge."

Many spectators marveled at the next scene on the holographic projection.

"Haha, Jing and Jin Universities teamed up to crush Mo University—Lei Di seeking revenge is only natural."

People always side with the weaker party, and Mo University's weakness wasn't due to its own fault.

It was caused by the alliance of the two universities!

Thus, most people paid no mind to Xu Jingming's actions.

They didn't see it as bullying the weak; instead, they found it deeply satisfying.

Especially Mo University's fans.

The resentment built up over the past few days from Mo University's athletes being eliminated by Wang Qi's group

vanished completely, leaving them feeling utterly refreshed!

"Even Jing and Jin Universities teamed up and lost! This Xu Jingming is just too monstrous!"

"Indeed, a fourth-tier lower-rank adept at nineteen—his advancement speed is terrifying."

"In a few more years, he might even become a seventh-tier Grand Master."

"......"

In the inner audience section, numerous instructors let out exclamations of awe.

The alliance of two top universities had left Mo University with no chance of resistance.

Yet Xu Jingming alone had turned the tide!

His SS-rank ability was an ultra-rare talent, unseen in Great Xia for decades.

Combined with his monstrous advancement speed, they couldn't imagine anyone stopping his rise...

"Jing University... is going to lose..."

On Jing University's spectator bench, Xu Ping's face was filled with complex emotions.

He had schemed endlessly, even spent heavily to ally with Jin University,

yet still failed to suppress Mo University.

"Principal Ling, a bet is a bet.

I'll hand over the SS-rank and S-rank resources to you shortly. But I have one question I'd like to ask."

After a deep breath, Xu Ping turned toward Ling Shuang, seated not far to his right.

"Ask whatever you wish, Principal Xu."

Ling Shuang, having won the bet again, was clearly in high spirits—her cold voice carried a hint of lightness.

An SS-rank resource was not easy to obtain, even for an eighth-tier mid-rank Grand Master like her.

Yet in just one national university competition, she had acquired two.

The speed of resource acquisition was simply too fast.

"Before you agreed to bet with me, did you already know Xu Jingming was about to break into the fourth tier?"

Xu Ping's eyes, faintly hopeful, fixed on her.

Adepts often sensed the presence of a bottleneck in advance.

Xu Jingming might have even attempted a breakthrough before—just failed.

If Ling Shuang had known Xu Jingming might break through, then her resource win would be fully justified.

But if she didn't know at all, then her win was pure luck—and his loss was a terrible waste.

"I don't know Xu Jingming's exact situation—I simply felt he'd win, so I placed my bet," Ling Shuang replied, shaking her head.

It was a woman's intuition—and the outcome proved her instinct had not failed.

"This..."

Xu Ping, having received the answer, had no words left.

To bet an SS-rank and an S-rank resource on nothing but intuition?

Today's youth were truly incomprehensible!

Worse still—she won!

"I must really be getting old. After this year's Jing University rotation ends, I absolutely need a proper vacation."

Xu Ping shook his head, his face heavy with bitterness.

Two consecutive setbacks—the research trip, the national university competition.

His prestige among Jing University's students would undoubtedly plummet...

On the other side, blue lightning flickered beside Ling Shuang, and Su Qingli's tall figure slowly appeared.

A clear, melodious voice rang out:

"You dared to bet without even knowing the facts—you have a lot of faith in this kid."

Watching the tall, slender figure on the holographic projection, Su Qingli's eyes shimmered faintly with admiration.

She couldn't wait to have such a prodigy join Lei Tian Wu Guan.

Thinking of this, she softly instructed:

"Ling Shuang, I'm returning to the global headquarters. Please seriously consider the proposal to rejoin the Wu Guan.

Also, please pay extra attention to Xu Jingming.

I guarantee—Lei Tian Wu Guan will be his best destination."

As director of Lei Tian Wu Guan, Su Qingli was never idle.

On the contrary, she had countless duties.

Staying at the competition for seven or eight days was already a rare luxury.

"Understood."

Ling Shuang gave a slight nod, showing no sign of the deference an eighth-tier Grand Master would normally show a ninth-tier Wu Saint.

Yet Su Qingli felt no irritation—instead, a faint smile touched her lips.

She and Ling Shuang were close friends; though they'd met only rarely in the past three years, their bond had never cooled.

She knew perfectly well that Ling Shuang's current attitude meant she truly valued her friend's words.

【Finally, all those chats I've been having with her weren't wasted—Xu Jingming won't escape now...】

With that thought, lightning flickered, and Su Qingli's slender, tall form slowly vanished from the spectator seats.