Chapter 140

Dong Ningxue's face also turned grim; if nothing unexpected happened, Lu Jing would be the blade demon's next target.

Sure enough, after the blade demon killed Jian Ying with a single strike, it rushed straight toward Lu Jing, carving a bloody path.

At that moment, the geniuses who had just fled also gathered together and began to fight Deep Red head-on.

Seeing the situation on the field briefly balance, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the quality of this batch of geniuses is high......"

"Yeah, Deep Red never expected that this batch of geniuses would actually have two who could hold off a Master Realm expert."

"If we just hold on for a few more tens of minutes, the passage will return to normal—come on!"

Dong Ningxue clasped her hands before her chest, watching Lu Jing face off against the blade demon, her eyes showing unease: "Lu Jing, you must survive......"

Suddenly, the Blade Intent emanating from Lu Jing's long blade drew everyone's attention.

"Lu Jing has comprehended Blade Intent!"

"His talent is excellent; I hope he can hold out......"

"It's probably hopeless; Jian Ying couldn't even block a single move from the blade demon."

The instructors all shook their heads; even if Lu Jing were stronger, he could not possibly match a Master Realm expert.

Even if fist strength rivals that of a Master Realm, it's not enough; the internal energy generated in the Master Realm will cause a Martial Artist's combat power to undergo a qualitative change!

Situjun also sighed, a pity such an outstanding genius actually comprehended Blade Intent in battle.

Blade Intent plus the Perfection Realm's Fist Intent—this talent is unheard of!

Dark clouds slowly covered the unknown luminous body in the sky; the already gloomy sky gradually darkened, and in the instant a lightning bolt flashed, Lu Jing and the blade demon vanished from the spot.

Clang—

Two blade lights flashed.

The former was overbearing and peerless, carrying a blood-red blade aura.

The latter was extremely sharp, even with a trace of Blade Intent seeping from the blade tip.

Ding!

The two blades clashed, and the earth trembled.

Heaven and earth lost color; all sound in this area vanished at that moment.

A tremendous force erupted instantly, driving out all rainwater and air in the space!

In a pure test of strength, Lu Jing, bolstered by burning energy and the Immovable King Sutra, was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

However, the blade aura wrapped around the blade demon tore a gap in his attack.

Lu Jing used the recoil to leap backward; the grass under his feet was crushed, and muddy water mixed with green juice splattered.

Meanwhile, the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword's blade advanced rather than retreated, its sharp edge stabbing toward the blade demon, tearing his skin and dripping blood to the ground.

After landing the strike, Lu Jing lightly flicked the hilt, and countless blades returned like swallows to the forest.

A flicker of surprise crossed the blade demon's eyes; he hadn't expected Lu Jing's strength to reach this level.

"A sword that can disassemble—interesting," he said, standing in place, looking at his already-healing wound, teasing: "Just child's play; a Master Realm's bodily toughness is beyond your imagination—let me teach you how to wield a sword!"

As soon as his words fell, his figure instantly vanished.

The nearly two-meter-long giant Ring-Headed Sword felt weightless in the blade demon's hands.

Clang—

He swung a single blade.

A blade aura nearly five meters in diameter appeared, shooting toward Lu Jing at breakneck speed.

Lu Jing narrowed his eyes, the Moon Shadow Plucking Stars Technique pushed to the extreme, and he barely managed to sidestep it.

Clang—

The blade demon swung his second blade.

His whole body enveloped in blade aura, he tore through the air and instantly appeared beside Lu Jing.

The blade demon lifted his Ring-Headed Sword upward in a slicing motion, and the third strike followed immediately!

These three moves were extremely vicious, each strike deadly.

Without the aid of the mental domain, Lu Jing wouldn't have been able to react even if he were faster.

Blade aura enveloped both sides of his body; Lu Jing could only raise his blade to block.

Bang!

Like a muffled thunderclap, Lu Jing flew backward diagonally, finally landing in a half-crouch and spitting out a mouthful of blood as soon as he touched the ground.

His upper garment was shredded into strips by the icy blade aura, but thanks to the Immovable King Sutra's enhancement, his fleshly defense was comparable to steel.

Only two battle scars, each about a finger's depth, remained on his waist.

At this moment, Lu Jing felt some regret.

He regretted not having synthesized a blade technique.

If he now possessed a blade technique on par with the Immovable King Sutra, he definitely wouldn't be in such a sorry state!

In the clash of blade against blade, the importance of technique became evident.

Even if Lu Jing's strength matched that of a Master Realm, the blade demon beat him with his sword to the point of having no power to retaliate.

He could sense the opponent's next move with his mental power, but the blade demon, using his superb blade technique, could likewise counter Lu Jing's long blade attacks.

"Since my blade technique is inferior, I might as well just use my fists!"

Sheathing the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, Lu Jing assumed a fist stance.

"Oh? Did you get scared stupid?"

The blade demon's face bore cold killing intent, he grinned savagely as he strode toward Lu Jing, like a beast eyeing long-sought prey: "I've already wasted too much time on you—are you ready to die?!"

Lu Jing's expression was very calm, merely gazing lightly at the blade demon.

And this expression fell in the Blade Demon's eyes, just like a show of cowardice and fear.

Go die!

The Blade Demon strode forward, the Ring-Headed Sword in his hand dragging on the ground, carving a long gully.

His speed was extreme, blood-colored Fierce Qi enveloping the whole blade and wildly spreading, forming a hurricane!

The Ring-Headed Sword rose, the Blade Demon's face showing a cruel smile, as if he had already seen Lu Jing cut in half by this strike.

At this moment Lu Jing still held his fist stance, but his aura grew stronger, and a hint of gold appeared in the translucent Fist Intent of the Perfected Realm.

Outside the Cave, many who were watching the monitor turned their heads.

Even Situjun glanced aside, unable to bear witnessing the impending horror.

Dong Ningxue even covered her eyes, her body trembling slightly, tears slipping through her fingers.

Finally.

Bang!

The Blade Demon's mountain-splitting, earth-cleaving strike fell, and a terrifying blood-red qi wave burst forth.

The sound was deafening.

Many still fighting inside the Cave were startled, all turning their gazes toward Lu Jing's position.

The spectators reacted this way, let alone Lu Jing facing the Blade Demon directly.

An eighteen-year-old Fourth Realm warrior, facing a Master Realm's full-force strike—what would his fate be?

Soon, the rising smoke and dust slowly drifted away.

Two figures slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.

When everyone cleared their view of the scene in the screen, they all froze in an instant.

A buzzing rang in their heads, as if a heavy hammer had smashed their skull, stars flashing before their eyes.

What?!

How is that possible!

Ping Zhilei sprang up from her seat, eyes wide, her face full of shock.

Not only she, but the other instructors watching the screen were similarly shocked.

Everyone stared straight at the teenager's figure on the screen.

Even Situjun had his mouth wide open, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Dong Ningxue lowered her hands from her eyes, looking around doubtfully—could this reaction mean a turn of events?