Chapter 217: Today, I Ask Long Yu About the Fist

Outside the Pole Ultimate Tower.

Everyone stared anxiously at the big screen.

【Lu Jing, current floor: forty.】

【Feng Zichang (outside school student), current floor: forty.】

The two were on the same floor, and it was the watershed floor.

Whoever breaks through will be today's winner.

"Lu Jing, what's wrong with him? He's lingered on the fortieth floor for nearly twenty minutes......"

"Haha, he's surely taking the chance to recover his strength; could it be that he's chatting with Long Yu?"

Someone complained, and immediately a wave of laughter broke out.

Inside the Pole Ultimate Tower.

Lu Jing simply sat cross‑legged and chatted freely with Zhang Mufu.

"That does seem quite possible......"

Blue Star's seasonal cycle repeats once a year, so the sun's cycle might repeat once every thousand years.

The more Lu Jing thought about it, the more he felt this was the reason, and it could perfectly explain the divine phenomena of ancient times.

Lu Jing looked at Zhang Mufu and continued asking, "But how should we explain the Cave?"

"I'm not entirely clear on the Cave's origin either......"

Zhang Mufu shook his head. "In my era, knowledge of the Cave was scarce. I have a guess: the Cave is likely related to the sun's seasonal cycle, just as Blue Star sprouts green buds in spring, and the Cave is a product of the same nature."

Lu Jing murmured, "In other words, even if we ignore the Cave, once this season passes it will disappear on its own?"

As soon as he spoke, Lu Jing shook his head, rejecting his own idea: "It's quite possible humanity won't last that long before being utterly wiped out by the Cave's strange beasts."

Then if the Cave is also cyclical, how did ancient humans survive?

These can no longer be verified; only a large amount of folk legends have been passed down.

What exactly did Nüwa patch when she mended the heavens?

Where did the sun that the descendants shot down come from?

Gonggong bumped and broke the heavenly pillar, causing Mount Buzhou to collapse......

What's more terrifying is that most of these mythic figures have human heads and beast bodies, resembling the Cave's strange beasts to an extreme!

"Once I stand at the peak of the Martial Way and pierce through the Cave, all truths will surely surface!"

Lu Jing took a deep breath and rose to his feet.

His eyes burst with brilliant golden light, like two suns slowly rising.

"Come on, let's fight—let's see how I differ from Long Yu!"

Having said that, Lu Jing drew his long blade and charged at Zhang Mufu.

Fire Breath switched.

The crimson blade aura enveloped the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword entirely, and as Lu Jing moved, a long red tail flame formed behind him.

Clang——

Blade Intent crisscrossed, like substantive Blade Intent mingling with scorching blade aura, making Lu Jing's momentum unmatched for a moment.

The long blade sliced across the sky, emitting a piercing wail.

"Sword, come!"

Zhang Mufu's expression remained calm; he loosely gripped with his right hand, and a splendid red light burst from his palm, forming a three‑foot long sword, its sword intent overflowing, its dignity like a rainbow.

With the sword in hand, his previously restrained aura instantly became wild and unbridled.

Boom——

Blade tips met, erupting with a tremendous roar like a divine mountain pressing down.

Dust and smoke rose, and the surging blade light and sword shadows continually intertwined, like a ravaging tsunami.

Next came a pure test of strength; Lu Jing gripped the blade with both hands and steadily suppressed Zhang Mufu's head.

Seeing the long blade drawing near, Zhang Mufu stomped the ground, shoved Lu Jing away with both hands, then used the recoil to widen the distance.

Lu Jing stepped back two paces, feeling numbness in his arms, and excitement flared in his eyes.

"No wonder he's the man destined to become Long Yu!"

To be able to cut down youthful Long Yu beneath the blade—what a thrilling thing that would be!

Rumble——

Stone chips flew from under Lu Jing's feet as he rushed straight at Zhang Mufu.

Clang——

The long blade swept past; Zhang Mufu's figure flickered with an afterimage, narrowly avoiding Lu Jing's slash by a hair's breadth.

Yet Lu Jing vanished again from the spot, and when he reappeared he was already behind Zhang Mufu.

The young Zhang Mufu's pupils contracted rapidly, and a faint chill came from his neck.

The Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword sliced the air, straight for his hind neck.

Zhang Mufu's eyes flared with red light, and in the next instant his form vanished into thin air.

"Huh?"

Lu Jing frowned, bewildered by this missed strike—could it be Zhang Mufu's innate ability?

At the same moment, he bent his head to the right; a sword blade thrust from behind his ear, grazing his cheek.

The Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword flipped in Lu Jing's hand, tracing a dark‑purple semicircle.

Swish——

The three fingers gripping the long sword were cut off, and the energy‑condensed long sword also dissipated in midair.

Zhang Mufu was stunned for a moment, then stepped back.

Lu Jing, of course, would not let him withdraw easily; he spun in place and kicked out with his right foot.

A harsh whooshing sound rang out, and Zhang Mufu lifted his head, a burnt mark appearing on his neck.

Just the fire‑type yang qi brushed by Lu Jing's toe made his neck burn with a fiery pain.

Lu Jing surged forward, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Zhang Mufu made the same move; red light flashed from his right hand, forming a long sword while three fingers materialized to aid his grip.

Inside the Extreme Creation Tower.

A golden silhouette and a red silhouette tangled together.

Both moved at the limit of speed; the naked eye could hardly discern their motions.

Only the golden and red light could be seen colliding continuously, producing a clashing metallic sound.

Ding!

Blade Intent collided with Sword Intent, dissipating in the air, and the two silhouettes scattered at once.

"Hoo—"

Lu Jing let out a long breath, his breathing slightly rapid.

Fighting a master like Zhang Mufu drained a lot of stamina, and on top of that he had already stormed through forty floors in one go.

Opposite him, Zhang Mufu fared even worse; his body was covered with slash marks, Lu Jing's Blade Intent was so domineering that each blade of intent could cut wounds deep enough to expose bone.

Suddenly, Lu Jing sheathed his long blade and assumed a fist stance.

The rising fire‑type yang qi on his body surged toward his right fist like flowing water.

In an instant, his right fist became a golden blazing sun, blinding and impossible to look at directly.

Supreme Fist Intent!

Immovable King Sutra!

Fivefold Burning Power!

"Today, I, Lu Jing, challenge the Dragon with my fist!"

A streak of flowing light flickered by.

Like a thunderous giant arrow, released from a string!

Lu Jing, like a meteor entering the atmosphere, enveloped in boundless terrifying force, roaring as he tore through the air and slammed forward fiercely.

At the same time, a blue sword flash slashed out.

Two streams of energy of different proportions collided.

Boom—

The violent explosion roared to the heavens, like ten‑thousand‑ton cannons firing simultaneously.

A terrifying shockwave radiated from the impact point, spreading wildly in all directions.

After a while, the dust and smoke cleared.

Lu Jing's figure slowly emerged.

At this moment he was half‑kneeling on the ground, and before him was a bottomless pit, which he had blasted out with a single punch.

At the bottom of the pit, a silhouette turned into data and gradually vanished.

"Hoo—"

Lu Jing slowly rose to his feet, tore off his tattered upper clothing, and revealed a perfect body.

Muscles bulged beneath his skin like winding, coiled dragons.