Chapter 213

"How did you figure that out?"

The girl wore a look of curiosity and confusion.

"Maybe it's mutual sensing among the strong."

Feng Zichang smiled and tossed out a casual excuse.

At the entrance of Bakufu Military University.

A boy and a girl were talking to the guard.

The girl had a pretty face, a curvy figure, and wore an eye‑catching Lolita outfit, looking as elegant and charming as a medieval princess.

The other boy was rather ordinary, but his attire suggested he was a rich heir, and his strength was decent.

"You two are students of the university, huh? Are you here to watch the Yang Sea tower assault?"

The guard wasn't surprised; the news that Feng Zichang was going to assault the tower had already spread, and many people came to Bakufu Military University just to watch the spectacle.

"Assaulting the tower? I'm here to find a friend."

"Alright, go in. Walk forward on the right side and you'll reach the Zaoji Tower."

The guard didn't ask further, waved his hand to let them pass, and enthusiastically pointed out the way.

"Leng junior, what's the name of the friend you're looking for? Is he a guy? What's your relationship?"

The youth's gaze kept drifting over the girl, and he swallowed occasionally.

Leng Yueyue's expression was cold; she had no intention of responding to him and kept walking ahead on her own.

The youth was just one of the school's sycophantic admirers of her.

Since the day she enrolled, this person had stuck to her like a leech, impossible to shake off.

If it weren't for the fact that his father was a teacher at the school, Leng Yueyue would have lost her temper long ago.

"Hey, junior, slow down a bit. If you can't, call your friend to come pick you up; Bakufu Military University is huge, and you have no idea how long it'll take to get there."

"Mind your own business!"

Leng Yueyue muttered irritably, picked up her phone and glanced at it.

Why hasn't Lu Jing replied? Today is my birthday; I really want to see him...

Leng Yueyue tapped a voice call, but it auto‑disconnected without anyone answering.

The youth beside her saw this, frowned, and asked, "Leng junior, is that friend not answering your calls?"

Leng Yueyue gave no reply; she didn't know where Lu Jing was, so she simply headed toward the Zaoji Tower.

"From my view, that friend just doesn't care about me—he doesn't even know it's my birthday. If so, let's go back; I'll arrange a proper birthday banquet for you!"

The youth chuckled, "As far as I know, Bakufu Military University has very few classes, and even during class you can use your phone. There's no reason they wouldn't see your messages; it must be intentional."

"Oh—"

Leng Yueyue gave him a cold stare and kept her head down, walking forward.

At that moment, two Bakufu Military University students passed by, and their conversation caught Leng Yueyue's attention.

"Do you think Lu Jing can make it? The opponents are top‑five newcomers on the ranking."

"I think it's doubtful; his tower‑rush speed is way too slow. He's still stuck on the first floor after so long, probably forcing his way through, not wanting to come out early and lose face..."

Leng Yueyue's eyes lit up; so Lu Jing was rushing the tower, no wonder he hadn't replied.

She quickened her pace, heading toward the towering spire that rose into the clouds.

"Leng junior, let's go watch Feng Zichang's tower rush; it must be lively."

Leng Yueyue had completely pushed the classmate out of her mind, only wanting to meet Lu Jing quickly.

"Damn it, who the hell has got Leng junior so mesmerized!"

The youth muttered under his breath, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

Bakufu Military University students are formidable, but he's not a pushover either.

Soon, Leng Yueyue jogged all the way to the base of the Zaoji Tower.

Seeing the tightly packed human wall ahead, Leng Yueyue threw herself in, scrambling desperately to push forward.

The youth saw his chance to shine, rushed forward to help clear a path.

"Leng junior, follow me; senior brother will take you to the front to watch!"

In no time, the two stood beneath the big screen.

Leng Yueyue looked at the information on the big screen showing Lu Jing rushing the tower, let out a long sigh, and said, "Finally found you."

"What?"

The youth asked puzzled, "Junior, aren't you still looking for your friend?"

"I've already found him," Leng Yueyue said, nodding slightly, "He's inside, rushing the tower."

"What?!"

The youth looked at the big screen, a bit stunned.

"Lu Jing, that name sounds familiar... but his strength seems weak; it's almost ten minutes now, how is he still on the first floor?"

A mocking smile appeared on the youth's face; Leng Yueyue's prestigious Military University friend didn't seem that capable after all.

"If you think you can, go ahead!"

Leng Yueyue let out a cold snort.

"I could climb four or five floors myself; I wouldn't even fail to get past the first floor..."

The youth murmured.

Inside the first floor of the Zaoji Tower.

The moment Lu Jing entered, he used his mental power to annihilate all the simulated enemies inside the tower.

The remaining time he spent condensing the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword and familiarizing himself with this virtual body.

Sharpening the knife does not delay the woodcutter's work—that is the truth Lu Jing has always believed in.

Finally, a dark-purple longsword appeared in Lu Jing's hand, and he flourished it, creating several blade blossoms.

Lu Jing also grew accustomed to this simulated body.

"Rush the tower, officially begin!"

On the big screen.

Lu Jing's name was surging upward at an astonishing speed.

【Lu Jing, third layer.】

【Lu Jing, fifth layer.】

【Lu Jing, eighth layer.】

The speed was so fast that even before the information could update, Lu Jing had already rushed to the next layer.

"Holy crap, what the hell!"

"I blinked, and he went from the first layer straight to the eighth!"

Everyone's faces changed, staring at the big screen in disbelief.

"Twelve layers!"

"I didn't see wrong, did I?!"

"Is the display bugged? Even with hacks it couldn't be this fast!"

"I don't understand—Lu Jing took ten minutes to clear the first layer, then ten seconds to surge to the tenth layer!"

Not only did the watching students' expressions change, but even Feng Zichang and Zhugeqing in the lounge wore looks of utter disbelief.

They had just cleared the tower themselves, so they naturally knew what strength was needed to achieve Lu Jing's speed.

This is utterly impossible—even if you just ran, you couldn't be that fast!

Even a Grand Master entering couldn't achieve this speed!

"Cold junior sister, this this this..."

The youth following behind Leng Yueyue was dumbfounded, his words incoherent: "Are you joking with me? Is your friend called Lu Jing?!"

Leng Yueyue glanced at the youth, satisfied with his expression, and deliberately put on an innocent look as she said: "Yeah, you don't know him? He's this year's Martial Examination Top Scholar, and we're from the same place."

"No way, junior sister," the youth said, disbelieving, "Are you just trying to piss me off by saying that? You don't even know Lu Jing, right?"