Chapter 642: One Month! Xu Jingming Returns!

A ninth-rank Martial Saint, merely through the fluctuation of their blood qi, can cause lower-rank psychics to explode into fragments!

Xu Jingming hasn't yet reached that level of power.

But the unchecked surge of his blood qi still made Xia Lan, a fifth-rank psychic, feel as if she'd been locked onto by a top-tier ferocious beast—her entire body went limp.

It was like an ordinary person suddenly encountering a black bear three or four meters tall in the forest.

Either they'd faint from terror, or their legs would turn to jelly, utterly powerless to move.

Of course,

as a psychic and a member of the Elite Training Camp, Xia Lan was certainly not that weak.

She could still use her spatial psychic ability to teleport herself inside.

But before Xu Jingming, she inexplicably didn't want to use it.

"Sorry."

Xu Jingming, lost in thought, snapped back to reality and reined in his aura. "Better now?"

"No… no, still too weak. I can't even stand up."

Xia Lan, at the door, shook her head slightly, feigning helplessness.

"Then it'll probably take a while to recover. Let me carry you to the sofa."

Xu Jingming rose thoughtfully and walked to the villa's entrance.

He lifted Xia Lan up in a bridal carry.

Xia Lan, just back from the martial arts gym, wore a female combat suit.

The suit clung tightly to her slender, supple figure, revealing every curve.

Even with the fabric between them, Xu Jingming's right hand, gripping her thighs, felt the smooth softness of her legs.

And for the first time, Xia Lan was this close to a boy—her cheeks flushed faintly red.

"You'll recover in about one or two minutes of rest."

Xu Jingming placed Xia Lan gently on the sofa, then rose and walked into the kitchen:

"What would you like to drink? I'll get it for you."

"Just juice," Xia Lan whispered.

"Alright, coming right up."

"Huh? Jingming, you just got back from outside? Why is your combat suit still covered in blood?"

"Yeah, I went out at dawn."

Xu Jingming offered no further explanation. "Also, I'll be heading back into the Wild Zone tomorrow."

The front-line war had ended; the next battle wouldn't likely resume for over ten days.

During this time, he naturally intended to re-enter the Wild Zone to hunt ferocious beasts.

He mentioned it specifically because last time, Xia Lan had scolded him for entering the Wild Zone without telling her.

But upon hearing this, Xia Lan wasn't particularly surprised.

She was already used to Xu Jingming frequently entering the Wild Zone.

For Xu Jingming,

participating in front-line battles while also hunting in the Wild Zone of Dayangzhou was undoubtedly the best place to harvest psychic points.

Thus, over the coming period,

Xu Jingming rarely rested—either on the front-line battlefield or in the Wild Zone of Dayangzhou.

In fact, he spent more time in the Wild Zone than in the Lei Ting Martial Arts Gym villa.

Director Liu Shan had originally thought Xu Jingming would use his position as head coach of the Elite Training Camp to cause trouble.

But he never expected him to be nothing more than a martial arts fanatic who only loved diving into the Wild Zone!

For this, Liu Shan was more than happy to have peace and quiet.

"Has the head coach not returned yet? The Sheng Ling Martial Arts Gym people are coming tomorrow!"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him at the gym in a whole month."

"Tsk. No wonder he's a prodigy from the Talent Competition—so reckless."

"Reckless as he is, what do we do tomorrow when the Sheng Ling Martial Arts Gym people arrive?"

"......"

On February 16th, one month later, in the Mocheng West District, second floor of the main building of the Lei Ting Martial Arts Gym training hall.

The Elite Training Camp students, as usual, trained individually.

But their casual conversations carried a faint undercurrent of worry.

Tomorrow,

George, an S-rank psychic from the Sheng Ling Martial Arts Gym, would arrive with his team.

Yet their head coach, Xu Jingming, had yet to appear.

Although the chief administrator Ling Shuang had specifically informed them a month ago that Xu Jingming would not participate in the camp's instruction,

his absence at such an event was still excessive.

"Xia Lan, do you know when the head coach will return?"

Someone asked Xia Lan, who was practicing her spatial psychic ability in the training hall.

Xia Lan was beautiful and had an excellent figure.

Especially her long, shapely legs—perfectly rounded and slender, truly a "leg play year."

When she first arrived, she drew attention from many male students—and even some female ones.

But once they learned she lived in the same villa as Xu Jingming, they all quelled their thoughts.

Clearly, Xia Lan was involved with Xu Jingming.

After all, in Daxia, Xu Jingming had killed the direct descendant of a ninth-rank councilor for the sake of his woman.

Naturally, they dared not entertain any improper thoughts toward Xia Lan.

"I'm not sure. The last time I saw him was ten days ago," Xia Lan shook her head.

During her time in the Prodigy Training Camp, she knew Xu Jingming was hardworking.

But after getting close to him, she realized he worked even harder than she imagined!

Since being overwhelmed by his blood qi, she'd only seen Xu Jingming twice in the past month.

Each time, he looked exhausted, his combat suit caked in blood.

"Look! Is that the head coach?"

At that moment, a student near the floor-to-ceiling window pointed down at the building's front.

Everyone turned—and indeed saw a tall young man landing not far from the building.

The youth stood tall, appearing around twenty years old.

His resolute face bore a maturity and calmness far beyond his age.

He wore a black combat suit, most of it stained dark red with blood.

A thick, long spear was slung across his back; its sharp tip gleamed with chilling cold under the sunlight.

The training hall was at least a hundred meters away, yet the moment they saw him, everyone felt a chilling aura.

It was the natural killing aura formed from slaying countless ferocious beasts!

This aura made the students in the training hall's hearts jolt—they instinctively held their breath.

Only when the figure entered the building and vanished from sight did they snap back to reality, bursting into shocked murmurs.

"It really is Lei Di!"

"Did Lei Di just return from the Wild Zone? His killing aura is overwhelming."

"Too terrifying—just one glance and I felt my heartbeat stop!"

"......"

The Elite Training Camp students all knew Xu Jingming belonged to a completely different world from them.

But when they first saw Xu Jingming returning from the Wild Zone, his killing aura still uncontained, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Such a powerhouse—if he truly fought, merely releasing his aura would leave them utterly powerless to resist...