Chapter 282

After getting his number, Lu Jing glanced at the venue layout, then went straight to Platform 7.

Beside the spacious platform, the waiting competitors were already lined up full.

The competitors from the Martial Hall, Aristocratic Clan, and Martial University were clearly distinct; one could tell the differences at a glance.

Most of the Martial Hall people were mature middle-aged near thirty, and each had a fierce gaze, not to be trifled with.

The Martial University students' faces showed immaturity, their ages no more than twenty-five; standing among them, they hardly seemed like peers.

This rule has also been criticized many times, but due to certain reasons it has never been amended.

Thus the Martial University students were at a disadvantage, but fortunately the Martial Hall and Aristocratic Clan each had only two competitor slots.

In front of Lu Jing, several ordinary Martial University students were gathered together discussing.

"Hey look, that Martial Hall competitor on stage looks so familiar, feels like I've seen him somewhere."

"Holy shit, isn't that our school's senior? He graduated two years ago; when I enrolled as a freshman, he was the one who received me!"

Immediately, an exclamation rose from the crowd; no one expected to meet a senior who graduated two years ago here.

"Damn, this is too messed up—actually having to face a senior from our own school, how could we possibly win?"

Hearing the complaints beside him, Lu Jing's mouth curled into a smile; this Martial Way Assembly was actually quite interesting.

With nearly an hour until his turn on stage, he simply closed his eyes to rest his spirit.

Though his body was in the Martial Way Field, his mind had already drifted to the heavens.

"I don't know what life in the military is like, but I'm actually a bit looking forward to it..."

Lu Jing thought to himself.

Now there is something more important than the Martial Way Assembly facing him: the threat of the God Lord Teach.

After their operation fails, they certainly won't let it go; launching the next assassination is only a matter of time.

Lu Jing wasn't afraid, but he still worried about his relatives and friends.

Although there is a Martial Marquis strong protector in the residential community, but Dad, Mom, and Lu Leyi will inevitably have to go out sometimes.

If those God Lord Teach people can endure, enduring until Lu Leyi gets into Martial University and goes away to study, what then should we do?

Whenever he thought of this, Lu Jing wished he could quickly build up his own power.

"After the Martial Way Assembly ends, I need to quickly apply for graduation, then go back to scout a few reliable candidates..."

Just as Lu Jing was lost in thought, a fellow competitor waiting to go on stage tapped his shoulder.

"Brother, you look young; you're also a Martial University student, right?"

The young man, rather simple-looking and very familiar, said: "Although we're all just here to fill the numbers, I'm so nervous my body is trembling from excitement, but you, brother, can actually close your eyes and rest your spirit—truly admirable."

Lu Jing glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

The young man didn't mind, glanced at Lu Jing's face, then showed a strange expression.

"Huh, brother, you look so familiar; have we met before? Which school are you from?"

"I don't think so; I'm from Shogunate Martial University."

Seeing the other's serious expression, Lu Jing then spoke up to explain.

"Shogunate Martial University?"

The young man muttered to himself, then opened his mouth wide and exclaimed: "Holy shit, you're Lu Jing? I said why you looked so familiar!"

After saying that, the young man quickly covered his mouth, embarrassed, and said to Lu Jing: "Boss Lu Jing, I got too excited and lost control."

Seeing no one around paying attention, the young man continued with an excited face: "Boss Lu Jing, we're actually from the same hometown; I'm also from East River Province, studying at East River Martial University!"

"Oh? That is somewhat of a coincidence."

"Hehe..."

The young man looked left and right, kept tapping his phone, as if chatting with someone.

"Boss Lu Jing, I have a junior and a sister who say they're friends with you; I don't know if they're bragging."

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows: "I don't know what your junior and sister's names are."

"Yao Rong and Feng Xinglan; they are this year's freshmen at East River Martial University."

"Oh, it's those two; I do know them."

Lu Jing blinked, recalling the time at the Genius Training Camp.

Thanks to Feng Xinglan and Yao Rong, he managed to synthesize these two divine techniques: the Moon Shadow Plucking Stars Technique and the Immovable King Sutra.

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"So they really are the boss's friends," the young man's eyes lit up, "they came today too, and are watching the match from the stands."

After saying that, he pointed with his hand toward a certain direction.

Lu Jing followed the gaze and saw, not far away in the spectator seats, a male and a female figure frantically waving their hands this way.

The male student had blue hair and delicate features; another female student was very stout, sitting there she could hardly stretch her legs, forming a stark contrast with the slender male student beside her.

It really is them.

Lu Jing also waved at them with a smile.

This made Yao Rong and Feng Xinglan even more excited; they stood up directly and shouted something, but unfortunately the distance was too great to hear the specifics.

Lu Jing extended his mental power over and heard them cheering for him.

Later, remember to pass on my greetings to them; we haven't seen each other in a long time.

Lu Jing said to the male student beside him.

Sure, leave it to me!

The male student nodded repeatedly, his face flushed with excitement.

Lu Jing, big shot, it's my turn next—I'm heading over first!

After saying that, the male student walked toward the stage.

As the distance to the fighting stage drew nearer, his heart, which had been wildly pounding from the impending bout, unexpectedly calmed down.

"Having seen Lu Jing today, even if I lose, it won't be a wasted trip; I just need to give it my all."

Immediately he turned his gaze to the opponent waiting on the stage, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

Compared to Lu Jing, this opponent seems rather ordinary.

In the audience stands.

Feng Xinglan and Yao Rong sat down again.

"Feng Xinglan, it really is Lu Jing, I said as much—he's definitely going to participate!"

After Yao Rong sat down, she remained excited, reaching out and forcefully patting Feng Xinglan's shoulder.

That pat sent Feng Xinglan staggering, "Yeah, I didn't expect that after half a year without seeing him, he's grown to the point where we have to look up to him..."

Feng Xinglan took a deep breath, his expression complex.

After initially losing to Lu Jing, he increased his daily training time considerably, always aiming to defeat Lu Jing.

Later, upon seeing the news that Lu Jing had won the Martial Top Scholar title, this idea gradually faded.

Afterwards, Lu Jing's name once again echoed throughout the Martial Arts University circle, for he swept all six Ultimate Towers, becoming the undisputed top person of the National Martial Arts University.

From then on, the resentment from previously losing to Lu Jing completely disappeared.

Instead, he developed some inexplicable feelings, becoming a loyal fan of Lu Jing.