Chapter 164: Aren

Bang—

Bang—

The few foreign prodigies who were still watching were smashed and sent flying away like that.

Although not fatal, it left them dizzy and their Blood Qi roiled.

"Everyone, attack together!"

"Right, this is a simulated world anyway; dying has no real consequence, it's just a little pain!"

The remaining few teamed up and rushed toward Lu Jing.

"Oh? With such meager strength, you still dare to challenge the Huaguo Martial Exam champion?"

Lu Jing strolled through the crowd with a calm expression, as if he were walking in his own garden.

On both sides of him, people kept launching attacks.

Fist and foot techniques, clashing swords, and a myriad of bizarre talents from various schools.

Yet Lu Jing simply threw punch after punch, blocking all the attacks.

The approaching foreign prodigies were each blasted away by Lu Jing's fists.

At this moment, Lu Jing's tide of Blood Qi roared continuously; no one could get close, as if he were a deity or demon.

A domineering aura, centered on his body, swaggered through the crowd.

Wherever he went, it was like a meteor streaking across the sky, bearing unmatched force!

"How can you be this strong?!"

Watching Lu Jing walk slowly toward them, the foreign prodigies, even knowing this was a simulated world, could not stop trembling, their cold sweat pouring, mouths dry.

"Xi Nai!"

Zhu Xia Yi Lang, who had been hiding for a long time, stared at Lu Jing with his back turned, finally found his chance, let out a low growl and lunged with his short sword.

His speed was faster than sound; before the sound could travel, he was already behind Lu Jing.

Seeing Lu Jing's open stance, Zhu Xia Yi Lang's eyes flashed with a triumphant look.

"No matter how strong you are, you'll still die beneath my ninjutsu, won't you?"

"The Empire's Martial Way is ultimately the strongest!"

Zhu Xia Yi Lang recklessly committed his entire effort to this single slash.

However......

The imagined feeling of piercing flesh never came; Zhu Xia Yi Lang's short sword could not advance further.

He lowered his head and saw Lu Jing's hand gripping the tip of his blade, as if seized by an immeasurable force—neither able to push in nor pull out.

"That blade of yours has killed many Huaguo examinees, hasn't it?"

Lu Jing's brows twitched slightly. "Don't use such lowly tricks again; I stopped playing hide‑and‑seek at three."

As the words fell, Lu Jing's other hand swung horizontally.

Sizzle—

Zhu Xia Yi Lang didn't utter a sound before Lu Jing's hand slash decapitated him.

The severed head spun in the air before rolling to the feet of the foreign prodigies.

"This..."

Fear spread rapidly through the crowd.

The remaining few stared at Lu Jing as if confronting a raging beast; even in a simulated world, no one wants to experience a head being sliced off.

Lu Jing didn't waste time, continued toward the remaining few, his calm steps on the blood‑slick, slippery grass producing a series of thuds.

The sound in their ears resembled a funeral bell.

"Xi Ba, I'll go all out against you!"

Tou G, a boy, could no longer endure the oppressive atmosphere; trembling all over, he charged at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing spread his right hand, and a long sword riddled with cracks gradually materialized in his grasp.

This is a weapon permit that every examinee can use; merely imagining it in one's mind generates the corresponding weapon.

Clang—

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, entirely forged from mithril, was perfectly simulated.

Sizzle—

Tou G's figure shattered into pieces while running, the flesh fragments scattering.

"Touching you would dirty my hands."

Lu Jing said lightly and kept charging forward.

Suddenly, a rush of air-slicing sound rang out.

Dozens of unseen silver needles shot toward Lu Jing, striking his chest with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ha ha, I killed him!"

An excited, hoarse voice rose from the crowd, "Finally I got a chance, didn't you expect it? I'm a Talent Endowed of the mental type!"

A frail girl emerged from the back; since the fight began she had stayed at the rear, never even unleashing her mental domain, all for this final strike.

However, Lu Jing's next move made everyone's eyes widen.

The silver needles embedded in Lu Jing's chest inexplicably coalesced, fusing into an iron sphere that Lu Jing grasped.

"That's impossible!"

The girl's pupils contracted, as if she had witnessed something unbelievable.

"I clearly pierced those mithril needles into your body, and yet you also..."

Lu Jing's calm gaze fell on the girl, "I didn't expect another Talent Endowed of the mental type, but unfortunately your Realm is too low."

Besides, you came to deal with me, and you didn't even do any homework?

The next second.

Boom—

The Secret Silver Small Ball in Lu Jing's hand flew out and plunged straight into the girl's body.

Under the tremendous force, the girl's body was carried backward by the Iron Ball, colliding with countless trees along the way and leaving a trench a hundred meters long on the ground.

Whoosh—

The Secret Silver Small Ball returned again, landing steadily in Lu Jing's hand.

However, the surface of the small ball was now stained with much red blood.

An invisible mental power emanated from Lu Jing's body, blasting away all the surrounding plant debris and blood from corpses.

The grass beneath his feet resembled a huge crop circle, collapsing outward with him at the center.

Gurgle—

Silence, a deathly silence over the whole venue.

Only the sounds of drawing in cold air and swallowing saliva could be heard.

The remaining foreign talents all lost their will to fight, each wounded, trembling as they stood frozen in place.

Now there was only one thought in their minds: to surrender and admit defeat.

As long as they could be sent away.

In their eyes, Lu Jing was a bloodthirsty demon king, exuding a terrifying aura that filled them with despair from head to toe.

At the same time.

Inside a certain highest conference room.

Situjun watched Lu Jing, who seemed to have entered a realm of no one, and for a moment he too was stunned.

He knew Lu Jing was very strong, and also knew Lu Jing was a mental-system Talent Endowed.

But he never expected Lu Jing to be this strong!

Just that mental power control earlier—without a fourth-realm Talent Endowed level, it couldn't be used!

Situjun secretly glanced at the Chief seated in the main seat, seeing only a sharp, bright light flash in the Chief's eyes.

Lu Jing...

The Chief picked up the tea cup beside him, took a light sip, and said, "Very good, very good..."

There were no fancy words; all praise was concentrated in the two words "very good".

Chief!

A middle-aged man sitting beside Situjun stood up and said, "After the martial exam ends, should we forcibly recruit Lu Jing? This young man's future is limitless!"

As soon as the middle-aged man said that, many people echoed his words.

Yes, Chief, such a talented youth is exactly the kind of person worthy of our full cultivation!