Chapter 239: Your Fire Is Too Weak

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Groups of scorching fireballs surged like a violent wind and sudden rain!

Fang Yan's expression was ferocious, like a madman, his hand movements so fast they left afterimages.

Before he could retract his first punch, the next one had already been launched.

But Lu Jing remained calm, only the wind around him becoming much more solid.

Wind Breath!

Moon Shadow Plucking Stars Technique!

A fierce wind rose, Lu Jing's speed reached its peak; amidst the sky‑filled flames he strolled like a leisurely walk in a courtyard, merely making tiny motions to dodge all the incoming fireballs.

The fireballs grazed his body and slammed into the distant hillside.

The vast open space before the village.

Everyone stood frozen, no one speaking, staring dumbstruck at their battle.

Only the booming of fireballs hitting the ground could be heard, rising and falling.

Everyone was dumbfounded; this teenager before them was incredibly fierce...

Fang Yan's strength is undeniable; he alone overpowered Lei Hao and his father, and he hadn't even used his full power.

Yet even so, Lu Jing toyed with him so much that not even a corner of his clothes could be touched.

The village chief shakily rose from the ground, his eyes filled with shock and astonishment.

He went to Lei Hao's side and helped him up, saying, "Xiao Hao, this teenager...... where did you meet him?!"

At this moment Lei Hao was also in a dazed state, staring blankly at their fight and stammering, "This...... is the teenager who traveled with us in the tour group; I never expected him to be this strong......"

He simply could not reconcile the teenager before him with the wolf‑like figure who had gulped down food at the inn.

He claims to still be studying—how could a student be this strong? Even a Grand Master isn't his match!

Li Xixi and Zhang Yujie, lying on the ground, also wore looks of utter bewilderment.

"Hey, Xixi, am I dreaming......"

Zhang Yujie kicked Li Xixi, her tone somewhat numb.

"Not a dream...... so he's really that strong?"

Li Xixi grew excited, little stars sparkling in her eyes.

The next moment her eyes dimmed again: "He's so outstanding—would he not look down on me?"

Zhang Yujie was speechless, then snapped, "Big Sister, it's not about whether we approve; our lives are in his hands, and we don't even know if he can win."

After Fang Yan's frenzied bombardment.

Suddenly, Lu Jing moved.

He thrust out his right foot, and a figure instantly spat blood and flew backward.

Lu Jing's eyes calm, he looked at Fang Yan tens of meters away and said word by word, "Grand Master, is that all you've got? Are you sure you're not just joking?"

"Ah! You deserve to die!!"

Fang Yan's black leather shoes dug into the ground, halting his retreat.

He roared, his face ferocious, sweat pouring from his brow, then instantly vaporized by the flames.

"Divine Fire! Arise!"

Instantly, the flames on Fang Yan surged skyward.

In midair they coiled together like a whirlwind.

At this moment Fang Yan seemed to command a fire dragon; the dragon coiled behind him, roaring, its heat scorching the nearby ground black.

Meanwhile Lu Jing stood before the fire dragon, the crimson heat waves fluttering his collar with a constant rustle.

His figure stood unmoving like a tower, aura majestic, unstained by dust.

"Divine Fire? You call this Divine Fire?!"

Lu Jing spoke calmly.

The next second.

The pure wind surrounding him vanished without a trace.

Strictly speaking, the wind didn't disappear—it merged into his body.

Immediately, the azure wind‑attribute vigorous energy on Lu Jing shifted color, turning into crimson flames.

Fire Breath, switch!

The former fire‑wind could still flutter his collar; now not even a strand of hair could be moved.

"How is this possible?!"

Fang Yan froze, his expression first shocked, then incredulous.

The villagers not far away also stared blankly for a moment, unsure what had happened to Lu Jing.

"How could this be, this is impossible......"

Fang Yan muttered, "What's going on with that fire energy on your body?"

"Are you a Fire‑attribute Talent Endowed? No, you're not!"

Fang Yan drew a deep breath, his manic expression gradually calming: "No matter how you did it, you will surely die today!"

He grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Immediately, the fire dragon coiling behind him condensed to perfection, lifelike.

"Roar——"

Fang Yan merely curled his finger, the fire dragon roared skyward and charged at Lu Jing.

From an onlooker's perspective, Fang Yan seemed like a deity, commanding a soul‑shaking fire dragon that could swallow Lu Jing at any moment.

The flame giant dragon opened its huge mouth, and it seemed it was about to swallow Lu Jing whole.

Fang Yan's face once again showed a smile, as if he had seen the boy's fate of being buried in the dragon's belly.

No matter how fast you are, under this indiscriminate attack, there is nowhere to hide!

But soon, the smile on Fang Yan's face suddenly froze.

All that could be seen was Lu Jing with a calm face, assuming an ancient boxing stance, then extending his fair, slender fingers.

Clenching his fingers into a fist, wind and fire attributes wrapped around his fist, plus a layer of pale gold Fist Intent!

Lu Jing slowly drew his right fist back to his abdomen, and the energy of heaven and earth was pulled at this moment, as if there were an invisible black hole above his fist!

Immediately afterward, he slowly extended his right fist.

Boom—

Seemingly slow but actually swift!

No one could see clearly how this punch was thrown.

Even at the moment of throwing the punch, it felt as if it had already struck the flame giant dragon's body.

All they could see was the cracked earth beneath Lu Jing's feet, and the heavenly fireworks produced when the wind-and-fire-wrapped Fist Intent struck the fire dragon's head.

Lu Jing's punch proceeded without turbulence, plain and ordinary, like an untrained youth wildly waving his hands.

But this seemingly casual punch, like a nuclear bomb, exploded with a thunderous boom!

That flame giant dragon, nearly a hundred meters long, was blown from head to tail by this punch, turning into a dazzling mass of prosperous fireworks.

If it were at night, the light emitted might be even more blinding than the sun.

"This is impossible, it must be fake, fake!"

Fang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole person seeming to have a mental breakdown, covering his head and raving nonstop.

His eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, the flames on his body flickering on and off, finally vanishing completely.

Lu Jing slowly lowered his fist, looking at Fang Yan with the gaze of one looking at a dead man.

The next moment, his body moved, and he vanished instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Fang Yan.

Lu Jing's hand clenched tightly around Fang Yan's neck, violently dragging him forward to his own front.