Chapter 214: Licked the Wrong Person

The youth went from initial panic to calm.

There is only one Martial Top Scholar each year; how could it possibly be such a coincidence that he is Leng Yueyue's friend?

Nine times out of ten, Leng Yueyue is just joking.

To confirm his guess, the youth continued asking, "Junior sister, where is your hometown?"

If I remember correctly, this year's Martial Top Scholar came from a small county in East River Province.

"East River Province, Anwu City No. 2 High School."

Leng Yueyue found it somewhat amusing and hoped to use Lu Jing's name to shake off this sticky situation.

"Holy shit, is that for real?"

The youth involuntarily shivered, a chill surging from the soles of his feet into the back of his head.

"It's over, I must have licked the wrong person......"

Inside the Ultimate Tower.

Lu Jing looked at the simulated Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his hand and furrowed his brow.

"This sharpness isn't enough; if it were real, it should be a bit faster."

He exerted his full strength, pushing speed to the limit, each slash accompanied by fiery breath and sharp Blade Intent.

Clang—

With a single slash, the simulated monster hadn't even moved before it froze in place.

Lu Jing's figure suddenly vanished as he rushed down to the next level.

Meanwhile, the monster's illusion behind him gradually dissipated, turning into specks of light.

"I charged straight up to the twentieth floor with virtually no difficulty......"

Lu Jing muttered to himself, unable to muster interest in these low-level monsters.

The view shifted, and he appeared on the twentieth floor.

This chamber was much larger than before, filled everywhere with a pungent blood mist.

"Roar——"

Not far ahead, a monster over three meters tall roared at him, its bloody maw spewing a foul wind.

"Interesting, starting from the twentieth floor, the monsters in the tower have noticeably grown stronger."

Lu Jing's interest piqued slightly; this sixth-level monster before him already possessed the strength of a half-step Grandmaster.

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his hand flipped, and the next second his figure vanished from the spot.

Clang—

The long blade sliced through the blood mist, emitting a piercing wail.

Pfft—

Blood spattered onto the stone floor; Lu Jing had somehow appeared behind the monster, as if teleporting, crossing the distance in an instant.

Thud—

The monster collapsed dazedly, a deep gash appearing on its chest, the long blade lodged in its spine.

One must admit, the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword simulated in the Ultimate Tower still lacks some sharpness.

If this were the real world, that slash would have already cut the monster in half.

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword's fifty percent sharpness boost is no joke.

Lu Jing had wasted a few minutes on the first floor trying to fix the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword's sharpness issue, but this was already the limit the Ultimate Tower could simulate.

Lu Jing drew his long blade, switched to a reverse-hand thrust, and directly pierced the monster's skull.

"Continue."

Twenty-fifth floor.

A desert terrain loaded in.

Lu Jing's figure slowly appeared atop a rock, the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground.

He scanned his surroundings; at least dozens of monster silhouettes surrounded him, the weakest being sixth-level, with one already reaching the seventh-level Realm.

Moreover, that seventh-level monster seemed to possess some innate talent.

All that could be seen was the monster's figure flickering slightly before vanishing into the dust.

"A monster with latent talent?"

Lu Jing pondered, his eyes faintly lighting up.

He now understood the purpose of the Ultimate Tower.

Each level simulates various combat scenarios against monsters, whether one-on-one or deep in enemy territory, all to cultivate the students' practical combat ability.

Whoosh—

A tearing sound came as a monster hurled the spear in its hand.

The spear loomed larger in Lu Jing's sight; he leapt down from the rock and charged straight into the monster horde.

Immediately after, Lu Jing, who had been walking slowly, suddenly accelerated, leaving an afterimage.

Clang—

Blade light flashed, blood spurted, and Lu Jing slaughtered amidst the monsters like a wolf among sheep.

A rust-covered short blade slashed at Lu Jing's nape; though rusted, its edge was unusually sharp.

Lu Jing remained calm; under the cover of his mental power domain, he had already prepared for a sneak attack.

As he ducked to avoid it, he lifted his leg and kicked sideways.

Crack—

With a crisp snap, the seventh-level monster's shin bone broke, bending backward; just as it was about to howl, it felt a chill at its neck.

It subconsciously loosened its grip on the short sword, clamped both hands over its throat, and gurgling fresh blood spurted from the deformed gaps between its fingers.

Three minutes later.

Lu Jing sheathed the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword; everywhere he looked was yellow sand and blood, a strong scent of gore flooded his nostrils, and beneath his feet lay a chaotic spread of exotic beast corpses.

Without admiring his own handiwork, Lu Jing surged forward like a fired cannonball, blasting toward the twenty-six layers.

"If I'm not mistaken, the exotic beasts in the Extreme Tower actually existed, and these scenes likely recreate real-world settings..."

Lu Jing struck again, and before he realized it he had cleared several more layers.

Until the thirtieth stage, what appeared was no longer exotic beasts but a somewhat naive, clear-eyed boy.

"Lu Jing, hello."

The naive boy spoke: "I am a simulated image of Zhang Mufu, roughly possessing his eighteen-year-old strength. To proceed to the next stage, please defeat me first."

Lu Jing, intrigued, examined the teenage Zhang Mufu, noting that his appearance indeed resembled the statue at the school gate.

Was the eighteen-year-old Zhang Mufu, still cultivating, already a Grandmaster-level powerhouse?

In the next instant, Lu Jing planted his feet on the ground and charged forward.

In almost a blink, Lu Jing covered fifty meters, his sword tip pointing straight at the boy's throat.

A flash of terror crossed the boy's eyes as he leaned back, trying to evade the strike.

He dodged the blade, but could not escape the surging Blade Intent and Fire Breath.

The head flew off; the eighteen-year-old Long Yu was beheaded by his peer Lu Jing with a single slash.

"Long Yu, times have changed..."

"Whoa, I've reached the thirtieth layer!"

"Lu Jing can't possibly create a miracle, can he?!"

Beneath the massive screen outside the Extreme Tower, the crowd erupted in a roar.

"The thirtieth layer is a watershed; the opponent inside is the youthful Zhang Mufu Long Yu, and an ordinary Grandmaster Martial Artist is no match!"

"Indeed, Lu Jing is probably at his limit; for a newcomer to reach this stage is unprecedented."

"What a pity—if he were given a few more years to raise his strength to the Martial Artist Realm before tackling the tower, he might truly break the record!"

Some shouted excitedly, while others voiced regret.

Leng Yueyue clasped both hands together, silently praying for Lu Jing.

The young man beside him saw this and felt a sour pang in his heart.

"What's the difference between being eliminated at the thirtieth layer and being knocked out at the start? It's still that we can't hold our own Extreme Tower..."

Of course, he only dared to vent that in his mind.