Chapter 645: Sparring Arrangement! The Menace Xu Jingming!

Anyone mocked as a stray dog would likely not be happy.

Especially not these inherently proud Westerners.

Each of them shot up from the sofa at once, glaring angrily at Xu Jingming.

But Catherine sat calmly on the sofa, her white legs crossed loosely beneath her black skirt.

Her pretty face wore an expression of pure amusement.

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

Facing the fury of the Holy Spirit Martial Arts Gym's group.

Xu Jingming, dressed in the instructor uniform of Lei Ting Martial Arts Gym, 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 West District came from, wandering into our Lei Ting Martial Arts Gym."

"I guess they were abandoned by their owners and are now running around aimlessly."

Xia Lan covered her mouth and laughed softly in agreement.

The group of trainees behind him heard this exchange and instantly felt a surge of relief.

No wonder he's the Lei Di!

The ultimate verbal brutality, the purest kind of 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! The Lei Di insults Holy Spirit Martial Arts Gym as stray dogs from the start!

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

If this news article and video go public, it will definitely trigger enormous attention!

"Xu Jingming, we were invited here by your headmaster. Isn't this kind of remark inappropriate?"

George, who had risen from the sofa, stared fixedly at Xu Jingming.

He was tall and broad, 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 looked slightly 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 these words, 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, impossibly powerful,

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

"You!"

George's face turned grim.

He felt a surge of rage rise from his heart, filling his entire chest.

As an S-rank ability awakener and the youngest Seventh-Rank Master in the Holy Spirit Martial Arts Gym training camp!

When had he ever been mocked like this?

"What 'you'? You didn't come here sincerely to exchange, anyway.

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

He tossed off the words irritably and led the trainees toward the arena.

If friends come, we offer wine.

If wolves come, they meet only hunting rifles.

Clearly, George and his group belonged to the latter.

Add to that Ling Shuang's explicit order yesterday to show no mercy—Xu Jingming naturally wouldn't treat these people gently.

"Let's go!"

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

Inside the Lei Ting Martial Arts Gym building were several arena zones.

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

If they fought, one misstep might pierce right through the entire building.

So Xu Jingming took them to the outdoor arena at the back of the building.

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

Though for a Seventh-Rank Master, D-class alloy could be shattered effortlessly,

it was still sturdier than the building's concrete.

Whoosh—

When Xu Jingming and the others arrived at the outdoor arena,

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

Ling Shuang stepped out barefoot, clad in a red robe.

That refined, mature face and curvaceous figure.

Made the media personnel lurking in the crowd instantly light up.

Yet from Ling Shuang emanated the unmistakable aura of an Eighth-Rank Master Zongshi.

So that upon merely glancing at her, they immediately bowed their heads, fearing to offend her.

"I will serve as referee for the sparring exchange between Holy Spirit Dojo and Lei Ting Dojo."

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

George is, after all, an S-Rank Awakened, capable of being injured or maimed—but never killed.

She came here now to cover the backstop, to prevent Xu Jingming from actually killing George.

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

"Guests are guests—let them decide."

Xu Jingming sat down on the spectator bench and said casually.

But this remark left everyone with strange expressions.

Guests are guests?

Why didn't you say that when you called them stray dogs just now?

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

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

"Best two out of three? Fine, I've no problem."

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

If we win, you must publicly acknowledge that your Holy Spirit Dojo is inferior to our Lei Ting Dojo.

Conversely, if we lose, we will acknowledge that Lei Ting Dojo is inferior to Holy Spirit Dojo."

At these words, the media present erupted in uproar.

After all, trainees choose which dojo to join largely based on training equipment and instructors.

If George loses and publicly admits his dojo is inferior to Lei Ting Dojo,

then Holy Spirit Dojo's recruitment of new trainees will suffer a massive blow!

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

This Lei Di not only possesses formidable strength but also acts with extreme ruthlessness.

He strikes to crush his opponents utterly!

But what does that have to do with them?

The bigger the commotion, the more attention it draws.

They were eager for Xu Jingming to stir up even more chaos!

"This..."

George clearly understood the gravity of the matter.

Frowning, he hesitated, unable to give an answer.

"If you dare not agree, then forget it—go back whence you came."

Xu Jingming waved his hand casually.

"It's not that I dare not—I cannot represent Holy Spirit Dojo."

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

"Ah, then that's fine—training camp it is."

Xu Jingming felt a hint of disappointment.

Still, it was acceptable; the training camp is a crucial part of any dojo.

And Holy Spirit Dojo is an organization on par with Lei Ting Dojo.

If we defeat George and secure his public admission,

coupled with the publicity from so many media present,

then when future Awakened seek a dojo, they will inevitably think of Lei Ting Dojo first.

"Fine. You have five minutes to arrange your competing trainees. The first sparring match begins in five minutes."

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

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

Feng Ying and He Rui.

Both were Sixth-Rank Lower Awakened, possessing A-Rank Enhancement and Elemental abilities respectively.

Yet the two chosen trainees were uneasy, their faces filled with worry:

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

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

But this concerns Lei Ting Dojo's reputation.

If we lose, it's over.

More critically, this is a best-two-out-of-three format.

If Xu Jingming wins but we two lose,

causing Lei Ting Dojo to ultimately lose, this would be a huge joke.

"Don't worry. I'll go first and knock George half-dead."

"Then when you two step in, I'll use my aura to suppress the remaining two opponents' combat effectiveness."

Xu Jingming had already devised his strategy.

His current aura is more terrifying than that of an ordinary Seventh-Rank Master.

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

If you suddenly strike the opponent during battle, the effect would be absolutely top-notch.

"Huh?!"

Feng Ying and He Rui both stared, dumbfounded.

You can do that?

Isn't that against the code of martial conduct?

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

Xu Jingming frowned.

"N-No."

Regaining their composure, Feng Ying and He Rui quickly shook their heads and puffed out their chests: "We guarantee the mission will be completed!"

But inside, they muttered to themselves.

To win, they'll use any means necessary.

You're truly a master of evil!