Chapter 142: As Soon as This Fist Is Thrown, the Blade Demon Must Die!

Not only is his strength comparable to his opponent's, but his speed is also not lacking at all.

The recent fierce battle between the two not only failed to diminish Lu Jing's accumulated momentum, but under Dao Mo's attack, it became even more refined!

Each of Lu Jing's punches was like the great sun, scorching and blinding, making Dao Mo feel as if he were colliding with a light bulb.

Dao Mo lost in momentum, but verbally he was saving face: "Yo, great genius, why aren't you continuing the attack?"

"Entangling combat is meaningless; I intend to end it early......"

"Ending early?" Dao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, a bad premonition rising in his heart. "How do you intend to end it? Just now you saw that we can't hurt each other."

The two's erupted strength was evenly matched; in a short time, the victor couldn't be determined unless one side's stamina was exhausted.

But logically, Lu Jing shouldn't be the one in a hurry; it should be Dao Mo who's anxious.

If we drag on a bit longer, the cave passage will recover on its own.

Lu Jing shook his head. "Each of the punches I just threw was preparing for this next punch......"

"My fist is not a rootless fist; my fist pursues a heart-guarding fist, the pinnacle of the Martial Way!"

"The fist is the heart's intention!"

"My intention is the fist's intention; my heart is the heavenly heart!"

"'From now on, you must watch closely; this punch will be very fast!'"

Lu Jing felt great delight, his heroic spirit rising in his chest.

Pale golden fist intent blazed like flames; the fist stance rose again, and the golden substance between heaven and earth was drawn in, gathering like a tide.

Immediately after, this seemingly uncharged punch was slowly sent out by Lu Jing.

It seemed as if the fist were too heavy, making even the act of sending it out extraordinarily difficult.

At this moment, Dao Mo's back was already soaked with sweat; facing this indescribable punch, he terrifyingly wanted to dodge.

However, he soon discovered that this seemingly slow punch could not be dodged!

No matter where his body was, it felt as if it were locked on.

The fighting spirit flashing on Lu Jing's fist and the golden light of the ultimate fist intent became increasingly dazzling; not far away, the panicked Dao Mo appeared extremely tiny in that golden light.

One punch out, the fist intent shone like the great sun illuminating all.

Now Lu Jing is in his strongest state, using Dao Mo's attacks to gradually accumulate his fist intent, having already reached the extreme!

Such a state can be encountered but not sought.

After throwing this punch, Lu Jing lowered his fist and stood, exhaling a long breath of foul air.

He then turned and walked toward Fan Kong's direction.

As for Dao Mo's result, there's no need to look; Lu Jing is very confident in this punch of his.

Once this punch is thrown, Dao Mo must die!

Golden light filled the sky, like the sun falling to the ground.

Everyone in the cave saw the momentum produced by this punch; the shockwave, like a nuclear bomb explosion, spread outward in all directions.

The provincial geniuses were all blown sideways, stumbling.

Lu Jing turned his back to the sun, slowly advancing; the fist intent accumulated on his body gradually waned, eventually returning to its origin.

Behind him, the sun that had lasted nearly half a minute gradually dissipated, revealing the scene within.

A deep, bottomless pit appeared, and Dao Mo's figure had vanished; unknown whether he was vaporized or shattered into powder......

Not far away.

Fan Kong was again struck, vomiting blood and flying backward.

His beast-transformed body was already covered in wounds; the newly added wounds could no longer heal, like tattered leather.

Fan Kong's consciousness had long awakened; although this battle was brutal, it also benefited him greatly.

Under the frenzied torment of a Grand Master, he has become able to fully control his beast-transformed body.

"Pa...... pa......"

Clear footsteps sounded, carrying a special rhythm in this spacious cave.

Fan Kong lay on the ground, glanced at the slowly approaching Lu Jing, and let out a long sigh of relief.

His body had reached its limit; continuing to fight would mean his demise here.

Fan Kong tried to stand up, but after several attempts, he collapsed again to the ground.

"'You rest; leave him to me.'"

Lu Jing walked slowly past Fan Kong's side, continually restoring his stamina and continually adjusting his condition to peak.

The enemy before him is also a Grand Master, a super formidable foe!

"'You... you actually killed Dao Mo?!'"

Hei You's voice sounded shocked; looking at the approaching Lu Jing, his pupils constricted slightly.

Lu Jing had no intention of wasting words; he simply assumed an ancient fist stance......

As soon as he assumed that fist stance, Hei You was frightened and retreated two steps backward.

"'Damn, I'm a lunatic but not an idiot; we were supposed to kill a few high schoolers, yet we got counter-killed?!'"

Calculating the time, the cave passage should have recovered......

Hei You felt a urge to retreat; as long as the green mountains remain, there's no fear of lacking firewood.

His figure instantly vanished from the spot, leaving only an afterimage.

He ran toward the depths of the cave without looking back.

And the black-robed Grand Master who had been fiercely fighting Zhu Wencheng, seeing his companions either dead or fled, no longer persisted.

After swinging a blade to push Zhu Wencheng back, he then pursued in the direction Hei You had fled.

"'He ran away?'"

Lu Jing suddenly let out a breath, his body trembling slightly.

In fact he had been wounded in the battle with the Blade Demon, and now he was merely forcing himself to stay upright.

After that breath escaped from his chest, Lu Jing fell to the ground, staring at the sky.

So tired......

The next day.

Inside the military district hospital.

"Lord Seat, the boy in the special care ward—something's wrong with him. He has no obvious injuries, yet he remains unconscious."

A doctor in a white coat, after measuring Lu Jing's vital signs, said to Situjun, who was seated at the bedside.

Shortly after the two masters of Deep Red fled, the passage opened again.

Situjun led his men to evacuate all the surviving trainees.

Lu Jing, the greatest hero of this incident, remained unconscious.

"Doctor, have there been any precedents? Could his spirit have been attacked?"

Situjun asked with a solemn expression.

The doctor shook his head. "We cannot yet assess spiritual damage; we can only give him nutrient solution to replenish his consumption. Whether he awakens depends on him."

After speaking, the doctor frowned, "It's just..."

"Just what?"

Situjun suddenly grew tense; Lu Jing is the hero who saved the provinces' prodigies, and if something truly happened, how could he explain it to Lu Jing's parents?

"It's nothing..."

The doctor looked at the nutrient solution list and said, "The boy's consumption rate is terrifying; in just one day since admission, he's used up the equivalent of twenty people's portions!"

This nutrient solution comes from the military *** division; each portion costs a fortune, comparable to high‑grade Dan Medicine.

"That's it?"

Situjun let out a long sigh, "Keep the nutrient solution flowing; give him as much as he can absorb, enough!"