Chapter 238: You're Too Slow

"It's him, really him!"

Li Xixi was overjoyed, the desperate look in her eyes instantly brightened. "Great! He's still alive; I thought he had already been killed..."

But soon, she panicked again.

"It's bad, he seems to be coming toward us—does he have no regard for his life?!"

Zhang Yujie let out a long sigh, "Looks like your little lover is going to share the Yellow Springs with you..."

Li Xixi shifted her body, thrusting her head toward Lu Jing's direction, shouting, "Don't come! Run! Run quickly!"

Lu Jing's gaze turned, he smiled and nodded, yet his steps did not halt.

His figure also drew others' attention; Fang Yan glanced at him and grinned,

"You people of Leijia Village are truly sentimental and righteous, lining up to die? Fine, you've saved me a lot of time."

"Fool, you lot move faster—what are you being raised for? Quickly eliminate those villagers!"

Fang Yan stepped on Lei Hao like a dead dog, his tone chillingly cold, "Don't worry, Lei Hao, I won't let you die so easily; before you die, I will torture you thoroughly..."

A few members of the World Martial Hall who were fighting the villagers, upon hearing Fang Yan's words, increased the force in their hands.

Soon, the situation became one-sided, the villagers were suppressed and kept retreating.

Boom—

A muffled thud sounded; the villagers' defense line was completely shattered, a figure was blasted out and landed at Lu Jing's feet.

"It's you... run, leave the village!"

The fallen one was the youth who had blocked Lu Jing; after glancing at Lu Jing, he rose again and rejoined the fight.

Lu Jing's expression remained calm, his eyes icy, and his figure vanished instantly from the spot.

Boom—

The sonic boom generated by his speed captured everyone's attention.

The several strong men assaulting the villagers were tossed like sandbags by a vague, invisible figure.

And the direction of the toss was toward Fang Yan, whose eyes were wide open and expression surprised.

"Who is that?!"

Fang Yan's face turned horrified; the other's speed was extreme, even he couldn't see clearly.

When he finally reacted, several comet-like figures kept enlarging in his sight.

Buzz—

Fang Yan stepped back a few paces, and a wall of fire appeared before him.

His Sixth Realm fire talent was unleashed without reservation, the dense, scorching flames coalescing as if solid.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several airborne figures, heavy and forceful, slammed onto Fang Yan's consolidated fire wall, ripples spreading across it.

"Damn, they're also from Leijia Village? Their strength is terrifying?!"

Fang Yan clenched his teeth; another two bodies of his own people fell onto the fire wall, turning the once solid wall into an illusion.

Finally, after the fire wall endured a sixth body impact, it burst and vanished into the air.

The body's momentum remained undiminished, smashing hard into Fang Yan behind the fire wall.

Fang Yan simply withdrew his talent, channeling Grand Master Realm Blood Qi power, crossing his arms over his chest, opting for a hard resistance.

Boom—

Fang Yan gritted his teeth, his body leaning forward, yet the massive force still broke his defense, causing him to stagger backward.

He retreated seven or eight steps before finally steadying himself.

The World Martial Hall members previously thrown out by Lu Jing mostly lost their combat ability, lying on the ground wailing continuously.

Silence—

Everyone halted their actions, even forgetting to breathe.

They stared wide-eyed at the boy standing upright like a spear in the arena, faces blank.

From Lu Jing's strike to its end took only a second or two; everything was too fast.

It was as if the boy vanished for an instant; when his figure reappeared, the strong men assaulting the villagers were all lying on the ground.

"Lu Jing, what is this?!"

The village chief turned back, trembling, and said.

"Chief, the spare ribs at home are about to be done, still waiting for you to finish cooking; leave this to me."

Lu Jing spoke softly, his gaze calmly extending forward, landing on Fang Yan.

"Hey, wake up, get ready to get beaten."

The boy's slightly teasing voice pulled Fang Yan out of his shock.

Lu Jing stood casually in front of Fang Yan, just as he had stood before the villagers not long ago, relaxed and natural.

Fang Yan's eyes flickered; he couldn't believe the person who had just acted was a youth.

He extinguished the flames on his body and said, "Are you also from Leijia Village?"

"No."

"Then why are you opposing me?!"

Fang Yan's expression shifted slightly, a look of confusion.

"I'm a Sixth Realm Talent Endowed, plus Grand Master Blood Qi; even if you're a genius, you can't surpass me. If you retreat now, I won't pursue."

Fang Yan's face grew solemn; in his eyes, Lu Jing resembled a mountain, an immense sea.

He seemed riddled with flaws, yet upon close inspection, none could be found.

Thus he tried to persuade Lu Jing, believing that a duel would benefit neither side.

Lu Jing showed no disturbance, still standing there with a calm face.

"There's no reason, I just don't like you."

Fang Yan gritted his teeth, stopped wasting words, and charged straight at Lu Jing.

Whoosh—

His figure vanished instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already less than two meters from Lu Jing.

The speed was too fast, too fast for the naked eye to catch, not even losing to the village chief who had fully unleashed his lightning-affinity talent.

This is Fang Yan's true speed; in his earlier fight with Lei Hao, he had held back somewhat.

Seeing the boy show no reaction, a hint of a smile appeared on Fang Yan's face; the fire in his hand flickered as he struck straight toward the boy's chest.

The fiery fist tore through the air, kicking up rolling, distorted shockwaves, accompanied by the roar produced when breaking the sound barrier.

A punch with full power.

He brought out to the utmost the advantage of being a fire-affinity Talent Endowed.

The Lei Family Village spectators watching from the side, upon seeing this punch, many covered their mouths, afraid to see what would come next.

They could not imagine what the boy could use to oppose that terrifying punch.

But then......

But that punch struck only air; the boy's figure had already vanished from the spot.

"You're too slow."

Lu Jing stood at Fang Yan's side, speaking calmly, a gentle breeze accompanying him on both sides, his figure illusory, as if merging with the wind.

Fang Yan's punch hit nothing; shock flashed across his face again, then he fiercely retracted his fist, and a richer fire surged forth.

"Go die!"

A fist wreathed in flames surged forward again.

Lu Jing merely shifted his body slightly and easily dodged it.

The layers of heat waves kicked up by the fire fluttered the black strands of hair on Lu Jing's forehead.

"Is that all you've got?"

Lu Jing spoke in a calm tone.

Fang Yan's face turned ashen, a buzzing ringing in his head.

Afterward, he refused to believe it, continuously throwing out fists, barrage after barrage of fireballs raining down toward Lu Jing.