Chapter 506: Wang Mang

"You have been eliminated. Your final score is 1204 points, ranking 1283rd in Preliminary Zone 73."

In a luxury mansion in Qingjing City.

Accompanied by the elimination alert of the Genius Competition, Wang Mang ripped the neural helmet from his head.

"Xu Jingming!! You ruined my plans!"

Like a wounded beast, Wang Mang's eyes turned bloodshot, his dense blood qi exploding!

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The surrounding light tubes, glass, and delicate ornaments shattered instantly!

The neural helmet in his hand was crushed by a single punch!

"1283rd place! I didn't even make the top 100—I've lost my chance to advance to the second round of the Summit Competition!"

Wang Mang's heart swelled with boundless rage.

As a direct descendant of a ninth-rank psychic family, he had his own social circle.

Long before the Genius Competition began, he had boasted he would surely enter the top 1000 of the Summit Competition.

With his sixth-rank power, this ranking was difficult, but not impossible.

Even if he failed, finishing outside the top thousand wouldn't be shameful.

But who could have expected he wouldn't even pass the preliminary round?

Wang Mang could already imagine the merciless mockery from his peers once the Genius Competition ended.

Even his own Wang family would become a laughingstock!

And the root of all this was Xu Jingming!

"Xu Jingming! I will make you pay!" Wang Mang roared silently in his heart.

When had he ever suffered such a humiliation? He must retaliate properly!

Of course,

he knew Xu Jingming was currently beyond his reach; he needed to plan his revenge carefully.

"Master, what happened?"

At this moment, the butler rushed in, hearing the commotion, and asked anxiously.

"Nothing."

Wang Mang suppressed his emotions, his wolf-like eyes fixed on the butler, and asked:

"Has the Song family agreed to the matter I mentioned?"

"No," the butler shook his head. "Master Song Feng has taken a firm stance."

"An eighth-rank family that has lost its protection dares to defy our Wang family?"

Wang Mang growled lowly, the suppressed rage surging up again.

Since his last meeting with Song Qiuyun at the Song family, he had been unable to forget her.

After Song Dao yuan, the pillar of the Song family, died, he immediately launched a marriage proposal through his clan.

A marriage alliance with a ninth-rank psychic family was something countless eighth-rank families craved but could never obtain.

Yet, the Song family dared to refuse!

"Come to think of it, Song Qiuyun is Xu Jingming's woman. That must be why Song Feng refused."

Thinking of this, Wang Mang's lips curled into a sinister smile:

"Xu Jingming, I can't touch you—can't I touch your woman?"

"Uncle Wang, contact Xue Yi for me. I need a sixth-rank assassin with spatial ability." Wang Mang ordered.

Xue Yi was an extremely secretive assassin organization within Great Xia.

Each mission was completed swiftly and efficiently; even if it failed, their identity was never exposed, bringing no trouble to the employer.

As for why he needed spatial ability:

Because Song Qiuyun came from a deeply rooted eighth-rank psychic family, she might carry powerful protective talismans.

With a spatial ability assassin, unless the talisman was specially made to block spatial energy,

it could penetrate through any protection.

"Assassins with spatial ability may be hard to find—and the price will be very high."

The butler hesitated.

Spatial ability was one of the rarest among special abilities.

Its rarity was only slightly below that of S-class abilities.

Even Xue Yi rarely had such assassins.

"No problem—I can afford any price!"

Wang Mang waved his hand dismissively, then added: "By the way, add a regular sixth-rank assassin too."

He vaguely remembered Xu Jingming had more than one woman.

If he was going to kill, he might as well eliminate them all.

"Understood."

The butler nodded. "Shall I notify the family head of your return?"

"No."

Wang Mang waved his hand. "Also, arrange the earliest flight to Sichuan Province."

Having been eliminated in the preliminary round, he could already imagine his father's furious rage.

He wouldn't go there to provoke him—better to stay away for a while.

By the time the preliminary round ended and his ranking hadn't changed, even if his father wanted to hold him accountable, it would be too late.

"Alright." The butler nodded and withdrew respectfully.

"Two sixth-rank psychics, one of whom even specialized in spatial abilities designed to counter the protective talisman."

"Taking down two mere third-rank psychics? It's too easy!"

Wang Mang's face wore a wild grin, his features twisting grotesquely:

"Xu Jingming, if I can't have it, neither will you!"

"Today, I'm settling old scores and new ones—let you feel the full force of my rage!"

He could hardly wait to see Xu Jingming's reaction when he learned his woman was dead...

After killing Wang Mang, Xu Jingming continued searching for psychic contestants, slaughtering wildly.

His signature Thunder Dragon Wings and golden lightning

quickly revealed his identity to other contestants.

Thus, whenever contestants spotted Xu Jingming flying through the sky from afar, they immediately fled.

"It's Lei Di! It's really him!"

"That's him—they say he's already killed over a thousand contestants in just one day!"

"Run! Flee!"

"His lightning is terrifying—he doesn't even bother with reason! He's only fifth-rank upper, yet he one-shots same-rank psychics!"

"..."

Virtual World, District 73, Preliminary Round, Day Eight.

Contestants who had survived until Day Eight were almost all peak fourth-rank or higher psychics!

Yet these very people, the moment they saw Xu Jingming, fled like mice spotting a cat!

Even his nickname from the National University League—"Lei Di"—was dragged out amid these cries of panic.

This was both an acknowledgment of Xu Jingming's power and a sign of terror.

In District 73, any contestant with a nickname was terrifyingly strong!

"You can't escape! Thunder Ball Technique!"

Xu Jingming hovered in midair as a golden thunderball rapidly coalesced above his head.

Crackling—

The golden thunderball's diameter swelled rapidly—one meter! Two meters! Three meters!

It expanded fully to five meters before halting.

The thunderball glowed like a miniature sun, radiating terrifying energy, its surface flickering with lightning plasma.

"Die!"

With a thought, Xu Jingming hurled the massive thunderball straight down!

Boom!!

The thunderball struck the city below and exploded violently!

Wild golden Dou Tian Shen Lei raged, reducing the area two kilometers below to a sea of lightning—Lei Hai!

Boom—rumble~~

At the epicenter of the blast, a deep crater was gouged out.

Spiderweb-like fissures spread outward from the crater.

Surrounding skyscrapers collapsed in waves, dust exploding everywhere—a scene of apocalyptic ruin.

Most terrifying of all was the golden lightning raging within it—in an instant, every single contestant below was slain.