Chapter 283: What Luck!

Feng Xinglan's martial entrance exam results were not ideal; the test section didn't even reach the scores he usually got at home, and in the end he failed to get into a prestigious martial university, so he could only choose a first‑tier martial university in Dongchuan Province.

Although Dongchuan Martial University ranks relatively high domestically, its teaching resources and faculty are far inferior to those of a prestigious martial university.

At first Feng Xinglan became self‑destructive because of his poor performance, but when news about Lu Jing kept surfacing online, it restored his determination to become stronger.

Since then, he joined Lu Jing's online fan group and even showed a tendency to become its leader.

"Tsk tsk, I never expected our Dongchuan Province could produce such a genius..."

A few Dongchuan students beside Feng Xinglan exclaimed.

After speaking, the student looked at Feng Xinglan and Yao Rong and, enviously, said: "You two actually know him? That's great. When Lu Jing eventually reaches a terrifying height, having this connection will surely let you soar to success as well!"

Feng Xinglan and Yao Rong exchanged a glance, smiled, said nothing, and merely thought each other a bit childish.

The gap between them and Lu Jing is simply too huge; a mere connection cannot compensate for it.

Lu Jing is destined to stand at the pinnacle of the Martial Way; not even their elders have the right to speak, let alone they themselves.

Feng Xinglan clenched his fist, felt a fire in his heart, and silently thought: "I will follow your steps and become stronger, little by little!"

At this moment, Lu Jing was watching the direction of the combat arena with great interest.

On the arena, the student who had just spoken with him had already begun the duel, exchanging move after move.

Both were half‑step masters, their fists wrapped in semi‑transparent yang energy colliding.

Boom—

The opponent was punched in the chest by a Dongchuan Martial University student, spitting blood and being flung backward.

"Dongchuan Martial University, Chu Tianlei wins!"

"Please have the next contestant prepare!"

The referee quickly announced the result, and the medical staff who had been waiting nearby rushed forward to take the fallen contestant for treatment.

A chorus of cheers erupted from the audience seats.

Those seated in Dongchuan Martial University's section all stood up, cheering for Chu Tianlei.

"Senior, you're awesome!"

"Come on, senior, this year Dongchuan Martial University is counting on you!"

The senior named Chu Tianlei, clearly a highly anticipated figure, is already a notable person at Dongchuan Martial University.

But a student of this caliber would be just an utterly ordinary person at a prestigious martial university.

He would even struggle to break into the top hundred of the senior rankings.

After stepping down, Chu Tianlei wanted to chat with Lu Jing a bit more, but seeing Lu Jing head toward the arena, he gave up and returned to his seat.

"Mufu Martial University Lu Jing versus Black Demon Martial Hall Qian Qiusheng!"

The referee shouted loudly with a resonant tone.

Lu Jing's expression remained calm as he walked onto the arena at a leisurely pace.

Opposite him, a dark‑skinned hulking man ran on the stage, occasionally waving his hand to signal the surroundings.

This was a famous good opportunity; perhaps his family was gathered around a TV watching him.

"Whoa, Lu Jing?!"

"Isn't that the Lu Jing who's been trending lately!"

"It's him. Poor Chu Tianlei, meeting one of the strongest right in the first round..."

"Hahaha, look at him completely clueless about what's happening, still flexing his muscles there."

Chu Tianlei still displayed his physique with an excited grin.

Suddenly, he sensed some agitation coming from the direction of the Black Demon Martial Hall and turned his head.

He saw his teacher stand up and shout toward him, but the distance made the voice indistinct.

The old man's "Give up quickly" sounded to Chu Tianlei like "Attack quickly".

Chu Tianlei grinned, giving a thumbs‑up toward the audience.

Then he looked at his opponent, a delicate‑faced, seemingly under‑twenty, youthful student.

"Hehe, this luck is unbeatable—right off the bat meeting a martial university student."

Chu Tianlei rubbed his fists, waiting for the referee to announce the start.

"The duel officially begins!"

At the referee's command, Chu Tianlei surged forward instantly.

The spectators at the viewing seats covered their eyes, unwilling to watch what followed.

Swish—

Chu Tianlei's seemingly powerful punch whooshed toward Lu Jing's face with a fierce slam.

From his upper body burst dense, transparent yang energy, tearing through layers of air with a thunderous force.

Lu Jing's expression stayed placid as he watched the opponent's form draw nearer.

Just as a flash of delight crossed Chu Tianlei's eyes, thinking he was about to land, Lu Jing's foot leisurely lifted.

Chu Tianlei's pupils contracted sharply; that seemingly slow foot struck his stomach hard right before his punch.

Boom—

The yang energy attached to Chu Tianlei's upper body shattered like porcelain, propelling him backward at a speed far exceeding his original momentum.

He flew dozens of meters away, landing on the edge of the arena.

"You..."

Chu Tianlei struggled to get up, but ultimately failed; his body went limp and he fainted.

"Mufu Martial University Lu Jing wins!"

Hearing the referee announce the result, Lu Jing turned and stepped down from the arena.

The few people waiting in line under the stage to go up saw Lu Jing approach, and they all stepped back to the side, making a wide passage.

After Lu Jing walked away, someone then whispered, "He's too strong; from now on, whenever we meet Lu Jing we should just concede outright, to avoid the pain of flesh and blood."

On the first day, Lu Jing had four bouts; he endured, waiting in the resting room.

To outsiders, the matches outside looked exciting, after all most were clashes between Grand Masters; if it weren't for the Martial Way Assembly, where else would one usually see so many Grand Masters gathered to fight?

But in Lu Jing's eyes, it was nothing more than children playing house.

In the second and third matches, upon hearing that their opponent was Lu Jing, all of them immediately chose to concede.

Thus, Lu Jing only kicked once from start to finish and successfully advanced to the fourth round.

This formed a stark contrast to the fierce battles of the other contestants.

"Qiangzi, I checked the match list; your next bout is against Lu Jing from the Shogunate Martial University—his strength is quite formidable......"

Another rest area, the middle-aged man wearing the Magic Elephant Martial Hall attire frowned at his disciple nearby, after thinking a while he said: "Although you are twenty-eight, a full ten years older than him, in terms of combat experience and technique you are no match for him; moreover, your Blood Qi is stronger than his, so you still have a chance of winning......"

"If you also use your hidden technique, you will surely catch him off guard!"