Chapter 645: Sparring Arrangements! The Menace Xu Jingming!

Anyone mocked as a stray dog would hardly be happy.

Especially not these inherently proud Westerners.

One by one, they shot up from the sofa, glaring angrily at Xu Jingming.

But Catherine sat calmly on the sofa, her pale legs casually crossed beneath her black skirt.

Her lovely face wore an expression of pure amusement.

After all, she hadn't said a word—Xu Jingming wasn't insulting her.

Facing the fury of the Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy group,

Xu Jingming, clad in the instructor's uniform of Lei Tianlao, with a massive blue lightning emblem on his back, seemed oblivious.

He merely chatted idly with Xia Lan beside him.

"I wonder where all these stray dogs in the West District came from, wandering into our Lei Tianlao."

"I guess their owners abandoned them, so they're running around aimlessly."

Xia Lan covered her mouth and giggled in agreement.

The students trailing behind them felt a surge of satisfaction upon hearing this exchange.

No wonder he's Lei Di!

The ultimate verbal brutality, the purest pleasure.

If it had been the original Wang Chun,

he might have scolded them too, but his aggression would never have been this intense.

"Whoa! The tension is thick from the start—this trip was worth it!"

All the media outlets recording from behind erupted in excitement.

Some had already drafted their news headlines.

Shocking! Lei Di insults Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy as stray dogs on arrival!

Xu Jingming, as the top-ranked contestant in the Talent Competition, naturally drew massive attention.

If this news article and video were released, it would absolutely spark huge interest!

"Xu Jingming, we were invited by your headmaster. Is this really appropriate?"

George, standing up from the sofa, fixed his gaze on Xu Jingming.

He was tall, his chest muscles slightly bulging.

Like a lion, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Oh? So you understand Xia language after all."

Xu Jingming sounded surprised.

Then he grinned, revealing a row of white teeth:

"But it doesn't matter—I said it on purpose for you to hear."

At this, Catherine on the sofa nearly burst out laughing.

She hadn't expected

that the Lei Di, who had swept through all the prodigies in the Talent Competition, invincible and overwhelming,

could insult people so ruthlessly, giving not an ounce of face.

"You—"

George's face turned dark.

A surge of rage rose in his chest, filling his entire torso.

As an S-rank energy awakened, the youngest Seventh-Rank Master in the Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy training camp!

When had he ever been mocked like this?

"What 'you'? You didn't come here for genuine exchange.

I won't take you to tour our academy—let's go straight to the arena."

He tossed off the words irritably and led his students toward the arena.

If friends come, we offer wine.

If wolves come, they meet only guns.

Clearly, George and his group belonged to the latter.

Add to that Teacher Ling's explicit instruction yesterday to hold nothing back—Xu Jingming had no intention of being polite to them.

"Let's go!"

George, forcibly suppressing his rage, led his group to follow.

Inside the Lei Tianlao building were several arena zones.

But both Xu Jingming and George possessed Seventh-Rank Master combat strength.

If they fought, one misstep could pierce straight through the entire building.

So Xu Jingming took them to the outdoor arena behind the building.

This arena was 300 meters long and wide, entirely forged from D-grade alloy.

Though Seventh-Rank Masters could easily shatter D-grade alloy with a single strike,

it was still sturdier than concrete.

Whoosh—

When Xu Jingming and his group arrived at the outdoor arena,

a pitch-black spatial gate suddenly opened above the center of the arena.

Ling Shuang stepped out barefoot, clad in red.

Her refined, mature features and curvaceous figure

made the media members in the crowd instantly brighten.

But the aura of an Eighth-Rank Grand Master radiating from Ling Shuang

caused them to glance once, then immediately lower their heads, terrified of offending her.

"I will serve as referee for the exchange match between Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy and Lei Tianlao."

Ling Shuang's beautiful eyes turned to Xu Jingming and the others. "Have you decided how the match will be conducted?"

George, as an S-rank energy awakened, could be injured or crippled—but not killed.

She had come now to ensure Xu Jingming didn't actually kill George.

As for George injuring Xu Jingming, she never once considered it possible.

"Guests should decide."

Xu Jingming sat down casually on the spectator bench.

But the remark left everyone with strange expressions.

Guests should decide?

Then why didn't you say that when you called them stray dogs?

"Three matches: one between you and me, the other two by students."

George raised three fingers, his eyes locked on Xu Jingming.

"Best of three? Fine, I'm fine with that."

Xu Jingming agreed readily. "But I have an additional condition.

If we win, you must publicly admit that Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy is inferior to Lei Tianlao.

Conversely, if we lose, we will admit Lei Tianlao is inferior to Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy."

At this, the media present erupted in shock.

Students chose which academy to join based primarily on training equipment and instructors.

If George's side lost and publicly admitted their academy was inferior to Lei Tianlao,

Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy's recruitment of new students would suffer a massive blow!

At the same time, they gained deeper insight into Xu Jingming.

This Lei Di wasn't just powerful—he was ruthlessly domineering.

He struck to crush his opponents completely.

But what did that matter to them?

The bigger the scandal, the more attention it drew.

They hoped Xu Jingming would stir up even more chaos!

"This..."

George clearly understood the gravity of the situation.

He frowned, hesitating to respond.

"If you're too afraid to agree, then just leave. Go back where you came from."

Xu Jingming waved his hand carelessly.

"It's not that I'm afraid—I can't represent Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy."

George said gravely. "I can only represent our training camp."

"Ah, then fine—training camp it is."

Xu Jingming sounded slightly disappointed.

Still, it wasn't bad—training camps were a crucial part of any martial arts academy.

The Holy Spirit Martial Arts Gym is a force on the same level as the Thunder Martial Arts Gym.

Win this round against George and secure his public acknowledgment.

Add to that the publicity from all the media present.

In the future, when any psychic wants to choose a martial arts gym, they will instinctively think of the Thunder Martial Arts Gym.

"Alright, you have five minutes to arrange your fighters. The first match begins in five minutes."

Ling Shuang's crisp, melodious voice rang out, and the next moment her graceful figure vanished into midair.

Xu Jingming also chose the two strongest trainees from the elite training camp, based on the information he'd gathered from Xia Lan yesterday.

They were Feng Ying and He Rui.

Both are sixth-rank lower-tier psychics, possessing A-class enhancement and elemental abilities respectively.

Yet the two selected trainees felt uneasy, their faces filled with worry:

"Coach, what if we both lose to them?"

If this were just a regular sparring match, it wouldn't matter.

But this concerns the reputation of the Thunder Martial Arts Gym.

If we lose, it's over.

More importantly, this is a best-of-three format.

If Xu Jingming wins, but we two lose,

causing the Thunder Martial Arts Gym to ultimately lose, this would be a huge joke.

"Don't worry. I'll be the first to step out and knock George half-dead.

Then, when you two enter, I'll use my aura to disrupt the remaining two opponents' performance."

Xu Jingming had already devised this strategy.

His current aura is even more terrifying than that of an ordinary seventh-rank master.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have scared Xia Lan into trembling last time.

If I suddenly unleash it during battle, the effect will be phenomenal.

"Huh?!"

Feng Ying and He Rui stared, dumbfounded.

You can do that?

Isn't that unsportsmanlike?

"What? Don't tell me you can't beat them even under these conditions."

Xu Jingming frowned.

"N-no."

Regaining their composure, Feng Ying and He Rui quickly shook their heads, puffing out their chests: "We guarantee we'll complete the mission!"

But inwardly, they muttered to themselves:

To win, you'll stop at nothing.

You're truly a master of villainy!