Chapter 203: Fireworks in the Midnight

This scene was also seen by the bald, burly man, whose eyes widened as he stammered, 'Who...... is this kid?!'

He's a student at Bakufu Martial University, and moreover a freshman......

Ji Ling likewise couldn't believe it; just moments ago Lu Jing had been before her eyes, and in an instant he appeared a hundred meters away—this completely exceeded her imagination.

A freshman, are you sure you didn't get it wrong? Even a senior couldn't have this kind of speed!

Absolutely certain—I checked his student ID......

The bald, burly man laughed ruefully, 'Cough cough, I misjudged—today's young people are ridiculously strong.'

Lu Jing strode into the dark factory.

The round moon in the sky was completely covered by dark clouds, inside it was almost pitch black—you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

But within the range of his mental power, nothing could remain hidden.

'Boss, these people are really annoying—aren't they afraid of dying?'

In the innermost corner, several people sat in a circle in the darkness.

A skinny guy in camouflage looked left and right, his triangular eyes scanning, 'It's fine—the two most threatening Martial Artists have already been taken out by our boss, one dead and one wounded; the rest are just insignificant small fry.'

'Exactly, once the boss rests, we'll charge out together—as long as no Grand Master shows up, nobody can keep us here.'

Another echoed in agreement.

Meanwhile, in the middle position, a burly man covered in red fruit sat cross-legged, meditating.

After a moment, the muscular man opened his eyes, a flash of red glinting in their depths, 'Enough, Houzi—go check the situation, get ready to charge out with me!'

'Good!'

The triangular-eyed skinny guy responded, then crept cautiously toward the doorway.

Lu Jing had already drawn the long knife at his waist.

'The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, after its upgrade, gained a new ability: after killing a Talent Endowed, it seals the victim's ability for the wielder's use—now I finally have a chance to test it.'

Lu Jing muttered to himself, holding the knife single‑handed, the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword constantly spinning as he walked toward the factory's depths like a leisurely stroll.

'Who? Damn, another suicide seeker?!'

The scout, Houzi, quickly spotted the approaching Lu Jing and cried out.

Before Houzi could finish speaking, Lu Jing's spinning long knife snapped back, and he shot forward like a gust of wind.

Clang—

With a single step, he appeared behind Houzi and continued forward.

Houzi's face filled with fear; he felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, then a chill at his throat.

'What's happening to me? Why can't I move?!'

Houzi was bewildered, until he heard the sound of dripping water.

Drip, drip……

A thin line appeared on Houzi's neck, thickening from fine to thick.

He instinctively lowered his head to look, but that motion caused his skull to drop straight to the ground.

After a spell of dizziness, Houzi dimly saw a familiar lower half standing beside him, swaying a few times before collapsing to the ground.

'I realized I was killed in an instant—what a fast blade, and yet it didn't hurt......'

After being beheaded, Houzi finally understood: the enemy's blade was so sharp it left no trace of pain.

Lu Jing shook off the blood strands from the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword and nodded satisfied.

The +5‑enhanced Thousand-Blade Demon Sword was razor‑sharp to the extreme—just now it was like using a engraving knife to slice a blank sheet of paper, with zero resistance.

'Who?!'

'Houzi, where did you go?!'

The few people sitting together sensed something was wrong, stood up, and went on alert.

'Don't make a sound—he just entered and hasn't adjusted to the dark, so he can't see us!'

A guy in a tank top hurriedly warned.

However, as soon as the words fell, Lu Jing's figure appeared before him.

'Holy shit!'

The guy jumped in fright, cursed angrily, and charged forward.

But the next second, he felt his body lose control; a dark‑purple long sword pierced his throat, blood spraying out continuously.

Whoo—

Lu Jing landed the hit, retracted the blade, and struck again.

In an instant, three corpses lay on the ground; these people had no capacity to resist him at all.

'Damn, what a formidable kid!'

Seeing he was the only one left, the red‑fruit‑covered man didn't try to flee, glared at Lu Jing and snapped, 'You haven't even grown a full coat of hair and you kill without blinking—you're far stronger than those two just now.'

'Kill without blinking?'

Lu Jing looked at the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his hand; drops of blood slid down the tip.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart; having swung his hand and killed three living people, he felt no discomfort at all.

On the contrary, the oppression and vexation that had weighed on Lu Jing's heart vanished in an instant, and he became bright‑hearted.

'Is this the thrill of slaughter?'

Many thoughts sprang up in Lu Jing's mind; the reason for this strange feeling had to do with these people's identities.

Whoever lies here isn't steeped in evil, their hands stained with innocent blood—killing them is doing good, a heroic deed.

'Punishing the wicked and upholding justice—isn't that exactly what a Martial Artist should do?'

'Go die—keep my brothers company in the grave!'

Blinding red glints burst forth, and the burly man's originally smooth body instantly cracked with countless fissures, from which magma welled out.

As his talent was driven, the burly man's face flickered with madness and bloodlust, resembling a demon that had lost its reason.

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows, his gaze as still as an ancient well.

He didn't strike immediately because Lu Jing's intuition told him that even if he blocked the attack head-on, he wouldn't be hurt.

Hehe, it's too late to run now!

Flames raged across the burly man's body, rising and falling with his breath, and all his Blood Qi was compressed into his heart.

But as time passed, he gradually sensed something was off.

The boy opposite had no intention of running; instead, he looked on with great interest at his performance.

Your talent is quite unique; I'm curious why you became a black martial artist.

Lu Jing stepped forward and extended his right hand.

His right hand was slender and fair, and a wisp of pale gold Gang Qi ignited upon it, shimmering like golden sand in the firelight.

Half... Half-step Grandmaster?!

Seeing that signature Gang Qi, the burly man was stunned.

If I punch your heart now, will you blow yourself up directly?

Lu Jing clenched his fist and calmly looked at him.

No, absolutely not!

The burly man's pupils constricted slightly, and his hands instinctively moved to cover his chest.

However, Lu Jing's move was faster; his Fist Intent struck instantly, slamming hard into the burly man's chest.

Boom—

Like a volcanic eruption, scorching magma spewed continuously from the burly man's heart.