Chapter 215: Feng Zichang Can

If I said it in front of Leng Yueyue, I'd be rejected and might even offend Lu Jing inside.

He still knows the gap between himself and Lu Jing, and can only indulge his urge to speak in secret.

Damn, you all look at the big screen!

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

The young man looked at the big screen and saw the image tremble slightly, with Lu Jing's level jumping from thirty to thirty‑one.

This scene made his eyes widen suddenly, his face turning as ugly as one who ate dead flies!

"Ridiculous, even the young Dragon Yu can't stop him…"

"Haha, Lu Jing, well done!"

"Impressive, he really surged through; once you pass thirty, the levels up to thirty‑five become much easier!"

"How did he do it? A freshman breaking through thirty layers is unimaginable to me!"

The whole venue erupted in gasps.

Lu Jing's quick clearance of earlier levels can be explained by a solid foundation, but this thirtieth stage is a proof of raw strength.

A seventh‑level Beast and Zhang Mufu of the Seventh Realm are not on the same tier; Zhang Mufu possesses rich combat skills and the ability to kill enemies above his level.

Moreover, when tower‑rushing students learn the opponent is a Dragon Yu, they feel pressure; the timid even get weak legs, indirectly hampering their performance.

"This Lu Jing, can he really break Feng Zichang's record?!"

Zhugeqing and Xu Kuang were equally dumbfounded, startled by the result.

In their view, Lu Jing reaching the thirty‑fourth level is just a matter of time; another rush could likely break the thirty‑fifth level!

A freshman achieving this result made Xu Kuang's heart tremble.

This will be an unprecedented feat!

In the lounge, Feng Zichang and his sibling were starting to get restless.

"Brother, Lu Jing is so fierce; you won't lose to him, right?"

The girl looked at Feng Zichang with a mocking expression.

"How could that be? My brother, I haven't even given my all yet," Feng Zichang snapped out of his shock, his expression turning solemn, "Stay here, I'll try again, I'll be back soon!"

Having said that, he stood up and headed toward the Extreme Tower.

His action made many people burst into laughter, and the venue was filled with boos.

"Haha, look at that Feng Zichang!"

"He's scared, afraid a freshman might defeat him, so he wants to rush the tower again to test himself."

"What does this mean? Lu Jing has a high chance of successfully defending the tower. Go, Lu Jing!"

Feng Zichang didn't care about others' opinions and forced himself to complete the tower entry procedures.

"The first time not performing well is normal; try again!"

Now he is roughly familiar with the various stages of Mufu Extreme Tower, so this rush will surely yield better results.

Soon, Feng Zichang entered the simulation cabin, and a new name appeared on the big screen as someone clearing stages.

【Lu Jing, current level: thirty‑three.】

【Feng Zichang (outside‑school student), current level: five.】

Seemingly spurred by Lu Jing, this time Feng Zichang went full throttle, reaching the fifth level within minutes.

"Is there a Zhang Mufu on the thirtieth level?"

Lu Jing stood on the grass of the thirty‑fifth level, watching a green humanoid Beast not far away.

He has already figured out the Extreme Tower's pattern: a mini‑boss appears every five levels, a major boss every ten.

For example, the Beast before him stands five meters tall, its fists wrapped in gauntlets, its flesh constantly shifting like slime, looking as elastic as jelly.

Lu Jing's Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword spun in his hand, its tip instantly disintegrating as he thrust toward the Beast's neck.

Dealing with enemies possessing special talents, Lu Jing habitually probes first.

Whoosh—

The blade flew out.

The Beast's eyes flashed with red light; moments later, it suddenly turned its head to dodge, its neck twisting to an almost grotesque angle, like a puddle of sludge.

The blade skimmed the sludge and flew past; after the simple probe, Lu Jing recalled the blade, reassembling the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword.

The Extreme Tower has a rule: each person may simulate only one weapon, so Lu Jing currently lacks any other ranged attack means.

Bang—

The ground trembled; the Beast seemed enraged by Lu Jing and charged straight at him.

The next second, the giant‑sized Beast arrived before Lu Jing, its right arm suddenly swelling, a millstone‑sized fist hammering toward Lu Jing.

Lu Jing had no intention to dodge; he wanted to test the opponent's strength.

The Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword spanned across his chest, firmly resisting the Beast's attack.

Thud—

A muffled clang rang, like a massive bell being struck.

The ground beneath Lu Jing formed a deep pit; the force of the punch surged through the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword into his body.

"Goodness, this guy's strength is terrifying…"

Lu Jing gauged that the Beast before him possessed at least Grandmaster‑level strength; this punch left his palm numb.

After transferring the force to the ground, Lu Jing switched to Fire Breathing, coating the blade with fire‑elemental energy, and slashed toward the Beast's right knee.

It's not that he doesn't want to target vital points; the height difference is absurd, making a neck slash impractical.

The opponent stood over five meters tall, moving swiftly, showing no sign of being bulky or clumsy.

Lu Jing's blade had just been swung when the Beast retracted its right leg into its abdomen, then suddenly emerged from its waist and kicked Lu Jing's face.

The long blade lost its target halfway, Lu Jing could only control the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword to break apart and stab at the strange beast's neck.

Then, relying on his speed advantage, he prepared to dodge the incoming front kick.

Suddenly, his spiritual sense detected something surging underground; in an instant, a glob of glue-like substance wrapped around his leg.

Boom—

A loud bang.

Lu Jing whooshed backward, flying straight into a large rock.

"Something's there."

Shards of stone flew as Lu Jing rose, shaking off the dirt on him, excitement flashing in his eyes.

This enemy is strong; if he hadn't switched to Earth Breath at the crucial moment to bolster the Immovable King Sutra's defense, that kick could have left him seriously injured.

Still, taking that kick wasn't for nothing; Lu Jing noticed a strange phenomenon—the strange beast seemed to be deliberately avoiding attacks from the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword.

Lu Jing swallowed, his mouth filling with a metallic tang—the taste of blood.

Everything here felt utterly real; without the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his hand, he might not even sense the difference between this place and reality.

"Are you afraid of my blade?"

Lu Jing lowered his long blade diagonally toward the ground, slowly approaching the strange beast.

He wasn't sure whether the beast feared the cutting force of blade qi or the scorching heat of Fire Breath.

But none of that mattered; all he needed was to draw his blade.

Lu Jing sheathed the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, assuming the stance for an iaijutsu draw-and-slash.

If you can contract your body, then I'll cleave you in half with a single strike!

Blade Intent surged within the scabbard, a scorching gangqi clinging to the blade.

Fivefold Burning Power Boost!

Immovable King Sutra!

Moon Shadow Plucking Stars Technique!