Chapter 141: Half-step to Perfection

Inside the Monitoring Room.

Everyone's eyes went wide, staring fixedly at the screen.

Dong Ningxue lifted her head and looked.

She saw the Blade Demon standing in a sword‑drawing stance, a look of disbelief on its face.

With that heavy, forceful swing, the Blade Demon's blade struck Lu Jing's fist solidly.

But it was blocked by a golden, amber‑like Fist Intent.

"Half-step to Perfection..."

The Blade Demon's face twisted ferociously, its teeth nearly grinding to pieces.

It gripped its blade with both hands, muscles bulging, and pressed down with all its strength, "I'll— you!"

Yet the blade tip only pressed the pale golden Fist Intent in slightly, still far from Lu Jing's fist.

The Blade Demon wore an incredulous expression, its eyes twitching.

"What, who's scared stiff now?"

Lu Jing's right fist surged forward, the Fist Intent bursting, flinging the Ring-Headed Sword straight out.

The Blade Demon looked bewildered as the Ring-Headed Sword slipped from its hand, spinning and sinking into the ground.

"Then now, it's your turn to die."

Lu Jing whispered, a sound like a cocoon breaking emanating from his body.

A terrifying Fist Intent trickled out of his body.

Lu Jing advanced toward the Blade Demon step by step, and with each step his Fist Intent rose a little higher.

Like solid matter, it kept climbing higher, as if without limit.

This is the building momentum!

When facing a formidable foe, seize great momentum to overcome!

At this moment the thick clouds gradually dispersed, and the sky brightened greatly.

The sudden downpour halted completely at this instant, clouds cleared and mist vanished.

A luminous body in the sky, resembling the sun, spread warm light.

Lu Jing faced away from the cavern's sun, golden rays enveloping him, dazzling to the point his features were indistinct.

He now resembled a deity, the sun perched on his shoulder, moving as if carrying a great sun.

"I have a punch, like the sun at its zenith!"

Lu Jing let out a low roar, his momentum piled to the limit, and a Fist Intent burst forth.

Instant­ly, the space buzzed, as if tearing out the force of heavens collapsing and earth sinking!

The moment the punch launched, the heavens and earth changed color.

The Blade Demon's hair stood on end; from Lu Jing's punch it sensed a threat of death.

Ignoring the Ring-Headed Sword beside it, it darted away, barely evading at the last moment.

Within the Master Realm, the internal force's boost multiplied his speed.

"Boom!"

The color‑changing punch brushed past, emitting a burst of explosive roar, soaring into the sky!

It even punched a huge hole straight through the clouds!

"Even if I die today, I'll still snuff you out here!"

The Blade Demon's ears buzzed; it shook its head, crouched low, and kicked the ground fiercely.

Lu Jing's talent truly shocked it; if Lu Jing survived today, Huaguo's future might gain another Dragon Sovereign.

While pondering, it surged forward like a cannonball.

Simultaneously, a solid punch was launched, revealing nothing of the blade‑wielding swordsman.

Lu Jing also moved, but neither retreated nor dodged; he charged straight toward the Blade Demon's position.

The two became after‑images; in speed and strength the Blade Demon held a slight edge, yet Lu Jing's Fist Intent could suppress the Blade Demon's internal‑force‑formed Fist Torrent!

Their battle instantly entered a white‑hot climax.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding area resembled a battlefield pounded by shells, riddled with deep pits and cracks!

Mud mixed with blood turned the ground into a near‑swamp.

Inside the Monitoring Room.

Dong Ningxue rubbed her damp eyes, let out a long sigh, "Lu Jing— has he broken through again?"

The instructors from each province gasped, "What happened? Why didn't I understand?"

"It seems Lu Jing's Fist Intent has further transformed; only then could it block the Blade Demon's Blade Torrent."

"Can the Zhen Realm's Fist Intent keep breaking through?"

Situjun's face showed a hint of satisfaction, "Lu Jing's on‑the‑spot breakthrough forced a reversal of the situation; this child's talent is near‑demonic!"

"Lord Seat, where did Lu Jing break through? Please explain!"

Seeing Situjun's pleased expression, the instructors hurriedly asked.

"The intent— the Zhen Realm isn't the end; above it lies the Ultimate Perfection Realm..."

Situjun explained, "This realm is as hard as scaling heaven; in all my life it's the first I've seen. Lu Jing just seemed to have another insight— his Fist Intent broke through to Half-step to Perfection; the true Ultimate Perfection Fist Intent should be a rich golden hue."

"I see, it's my first time hearing of the Ultimate Perfection Fist Intent!"

"The books never recorded it; Lu Jing's talent truly defies the heavens."

Inside the Cave.

As Lu Jing and the Blade Demon's battle intensified, other parts of the battlefield were about to decide the outcome.

Zhu Wencheng caught sight of Lu Jing's valiant figure in his peripheral vision, his heart settled, and his aura grew stronger and stronger.

In contrast, the black-robed master opposite was flustered, his moves hesitant and restrained.

Who would have thought that dealing with a group of students would require dispatching three masters, yet even that wasn't enough.

Pfft!

Zhu Wencheng seized the black-robed master's opening and slashed a terrifying bloodstain across his chest with a single sword.

The black-robed master grunted, took the opportunity to retreat, and looked toward his comrade who was battling the beast-transformed Fan Kong.

"Hei You, what are you doing in Mo Ji? Hurry up and kill him to come help me!"

Hei You heard the shout, thrust his sword forward to push back the monkey in front of him, and snapped, "Do you think I don't want a quick victory? This guy fights like he's crazy, completely a reckless, life‑risking style, and his talent can even quickly heal his injuries..."

Before he finished speaking, the monkey wielding a golden Zen staff lunged forward, raising the scepter with both hands for a crushing strike.

Meanwhile, the remaining talents from various provinces had already used their numerical advantage to slaughter every last member of the Deep Red.

But they could only stare helplessly; a Master Realm battle was far beyond their ability to intervene.

Even the stray shockwaves from the fight could easily take their lives.

Even among geniuses, there are differences...

Of the three master battlefields, the most spectacular was the one where Lu Jing fought.

Because these talents' strength was limited, they could only barely see the two figures constantly flickering.

Boom—explosions erupted one after another.

"It's absurd that someone like him could run alongside us..."

Boom—

Lu Jing and Dao Mo collided violently again, then the two figures swiftly bounced apart.

But neither of them charged forward again.

They faced each other across a shattered expanse of land.

The fighting spirit in Lu Jing's eyes blazed like a lit beacon, spilling out uncontrollably.

Dao Mo, meanwhile, panted heavily, his face grim, a hint of retreat stirring in his heart.

I thought the mission would be easy, but it turned out to be incredibly tough!

The boy before them, who looked just eighteen, actually possessed astonishing combat power.

He couldn't be killed, couldn't be shaken off, and even his stamina seemed endless.