Chapter 593: SS-Class Spear! Are You Calling Me?

Xia Lan knew Xu Jingming would be popular at the Elite Training Camp.

But the enthusiasm of He Xin and the other girls still surprised her.

As soon as Xu Jingming left, they gathered around.

They subtly inquired about his past at the Talent Training Camp and invited Xia Lan to train with them on the second floor.

Since she didn't know how long she'd stay on Dayangzhou, making a few local friends wasn't a bad idea.

Learning about this Thunder Martial Arts Hall's situation might prove useful for her teachers later.

So Xia Lan didn't refuse.

During training, she casually mentioned a few of Xu Jingming's exploits.

For instance, shortly after entering the Talent Training Camp, he defeated the Grand Commander of the Black Dragon Legion in the annual assessment.

Another time, while on a mission in Myanmar, he captured a seventh-rank Master barehanded.

Each story drew gasps of astonishment from He Xin and the others.

"Come to think of it, I really have been through a lot with Jingming," Xia Lan thought silently.

"Xu Jingming? I admit he's strong, but why assign him as our mentor?

Do they really think strength alone guarantees good teaching?"

"Exactly. He's only twenty. Too little experience. If Xu Jingming can be a teacher, then so can Baker."

"Haha, that's true."

"......"

The second floor of the martial arts hall was a public training room.

After the welcome meeting, many people, like Xia Lan and her group, didn't leave but stayed to train.

Yet the comments from a few white youths nearby made Xia Lan frown.

They spoke in English, but high-rank energy users generally mastered multiple languages.

Xia Lan understood every word they said.

"Xiao Lan, don't mind them. Baker and his group are just arrogant."

He Xin said apologetically.

"They only dare to gossip behind Xu Jingming's back.

If Xu Jingming stood right in front of them, they wouldn't dare utter a single word!"

Another short-haired girl also snorted.

"I don't mind. I just pity them for being so foolish," Xia Lan shook her head.

As Ling Shuang's student, she had learned many of Xu Jingming's exploits from her.

Including how, one or two months ago, Xu Jingming taught combat techniques to Director Su.

Remember,

Director Su was the youngest ninth-rank powerhouse in Daxia!

Even she willingly accepted Xu Jingming's instruction.

Clearly, assigning him as a mentor was more than sufficient.

Xia Lan turned her gaze away and stopped paying attention to them, continuing to talk with He Xin and the others.

On the other side, Xu Jingming had already found the weapons master, Noah Kevin.

He was a middle-aged man with a muscular build, his arms bulging with dense muscle.

His aura reached the terrifying peak of eighth rank!

"No wonder Dayangzhou gathers nearly half the high-rank energy users of Blue Star. Truly, dragons lie hidden and tigers lurk."

Xu Jingming thought inwardly in awe.

He had just flown here from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall using Lei Long Wings.

Along the way, he'd spotted several wind-energy users, as well as sixth- and seventh-rank energy users flying via different methods.

"Director Su already told me about the task of forging an SS-class spear."

"What style do you prefer? Swift and fierce, or heavy as a mountain?"

Kevin showed no surprise at Xu Jingming's arrival, only asked gravely.

"Swift and fierce," Xu Jingming replied without hesitation.

A spear's strength lies in agility—the more agile, the better.

Too heavy, and it becomes unwieldy.

Besides, he disliked using a spear like a two-handed battleaxe—blunt, brute force.

"Understood. What length do you require?"

"Two point two meters."

"Should the shaft be slightly flexible or slightly rigid?"

"Should the spear shaft be slightly more flexible or slightly more rigid?"

Kevin asked several more questions.

Including how much force Xu Jingming could currently exert in tons.

"I already have an idea for your spear. You'll receive it in about ten days."

"I already have an idea for your spear—you'll receive it in about ten days."

"Ten days? So fast?" Xu Jingming was surprised.

He'd expected at least twenty days, maybe even a month.

"I'm old friends with Director Su's father. During this time, I'll focus solely on forging your spear.

Naturally, the speed will be much faster."

Kevin smiled.

"I see. Thank you, Master Kevin," Xu Jingming nodded and left Kevin's residence.

He was about to unfold Lei Long Wings and head to the city wall to inquire about recent battles and how to join the frontline units.

But suddenly realized he didn't even know who to ask.

"If I go alone, I won't even find the right path.

Forget it. I'll go ask Teacher Ling first.

She's been here before—she must know a lot."

His Lei Long Wings fluttered gently behind him, and Xu Jingming shot forward like a golden streak toward the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

On the second floor, Xia Lan was talking with He Xin when Baker and the others suddenly approached.

"Beautiful lady, may I have your contact information?"

Baker, the leader, bowed with gentlemanly grace and spoke in Daxia's language.

He was very tall—nearly two meters—and quite handsome.

But his eyes openly scanned Xia Lan's long, straight legs.

"Sorry, I don't like you, and I won't give you my contact info,"

Xia Lan didn't even glance at him, speaking coolly.

"We've only just met. How could you have a bad impression?"

Baker frowned, then suddenly understood: "Is it because of what I said earlier?"

"Haha, are all Daxians this serious? I was just joking."

Baker shrugged helplessly.

"Yeah, just a joke."

"Miss, our big brother didn't mean anything by it."

"Our brother Baker is among the top-ranked trainees. Isn't it reasonable to become friends?"

Baker's companions chimed in with smirks.

"Alright, I admit I said something wrong.

Let me treat you all to lunch today. Consider it my apology."

"I'm treating you to lunch today—we'll eat together as an apology."

But Xia Lan turned back to He Xin and the others: "Sorry, I have other matters. Let's talk another time."

Without another word, she ignored the stunned Baker and walked toward the exit.

"Shit! Bitch! She's just a fifth-rank energy user—how dare she be so arrogant!"

Baker's smile vanished, his face darkening with anger:

"Just by her attitude, you can tell Xu Jingming must be nothing special.

No wonder he left right after meeting us—he probably can't even teach anything and is afraid we'll ask him questions!"

"Watch your mouth!" He Xin's face darkened, and she snapped.

"What? Did I say anything wrong?" Baker sneered, dropping all pretense:

"You and Xia Lan are the same kind—just bitches!

Judging by how you acted just now, if Xu Jingming so much as waved, you'd all be in his bed tonight!"

"You—!" He Xin and the surrounding girls turned pale, but had no retort.

Baker was a sixth-rank energy user; his companions were either mid-fifth-rank or upper-fifth-rank.

Baker is a sixth-rank ability user; those beside him were either mid-tier fifth-rank or high-tier fifth-rank.

The five of them, all low-tier fifth-rank, were no match for him and could only glare angrily.

But at that moment, the space beside He Xin blurred, and Xia Lan, who had been about to leave, teleported back.

"You foul-mouthed bastard, apologize to them—and to me," Xia Lan said coldly.

"So what if I don't apologize? Are you going to go find your teacher Xu Jingming?"

Beck feigned fear and took two steps back:

"I'm so scared—he's the number one genius in the competition! Before him, I'm nothing but an ant."

But the next instant,

the aura of a sixth-rank adept erupted from him, his fearful expression vanishing as he sneered:

"Too bad, he's not here right now."

"Huh? Are you calling me?"

A voice suddenly sounded from the entrance on the second floor.