Chapter 285: Lu Jing's Fanatical Fans (One)

"Good opportunity, vines, lift me!"

Only saw Zhang Ziqiang vaguely grasp with his five fingers, and the blue-green energy instantly exploded.

Immediately, a vine-made cage about five meters in diameter rose before him.

The cage glowed with a green fluorescence, appearing extremely tough.

Lu Jing happened to be completely wrapped by this vine cage just as he was charging forward.

"Success!"

Zhang Ziqiang's face lit up with joy as green energy frenziedly poured in, controlling the vines to keep growing, even sprouting thorns that wound around Lu Jing's body.

Lu Jing eyed the python-thick vines on his body, his brow slightly raised; this move reminded him of someone surnamed Tang, their techniques being virtually identical.

The thorns kept slicing his body, yet Lu Jing's skin only showed a white mark that quickly returned to normal.

"Lu Jing, you're too careless—now it's my turn!"

Zhang Ziqiang snorted coldly, confident of victory, brandishing his Tang saber as he rushed at Lu Jing.

The vines he had just released weren't easily broken free from; they were a transformation of his innate ability, extremely tough.

Once entangled by the vines, with Lu Jing's Blood Qi at the Warrior Master Realm, he could only endure the blows passively.

As for his Thunder Talent, it was completely suppressed by Zhang Ziqiang's Wood affinity.

Papapa!

But the next moment, Lu Jing invoked the Immovable King Sutra; the vines wrapped around him shattered instantly, falling in segments.

Immediately after, Lu Jing's pale fist slammed heavily onto the face Zhang Ziqiang had thrust forward.

Bang—

A muffled thud.

Zhang Ziqiang's face filled with astonishment; unable to dodge, he could only woodenize his face to bluntly block the punch.

He never imagined that his trump card move would be easily broken free from by Lu Jing.

He had tested the strength of these vines; even his teacher would need several seconds to break them.

Yet Lu Jing, using sheer physical strength alone, violently shook the vines until they snapped apart segment by segment!

Zhang Ziqiang was blown away by a single punch, his face slightly deformed.

He stiffly opened and closed his mouth, exercising the muscles in his face.

"How is this possible? Your Blood Qi is clearly only at the Master Realm, so why are you erupting with such terrifying power!"

His eyes were nearly popping out; after holding back that ultimate move for so long, this is it?

In the spectator stands, the same expression appeared on the face of the Hall Master of the Demon Elephant Martial Hall; he gripped the armrest tightly, wondering what he was thinking.

"I don't believe it—can your fist really be harder than my saber!"

Zhang Ziqiang's pupils contracted slightly as he poured all his strength into a slash with his Tang saber, driving the green gang qi to its extreme.

Lu Jing didn't answer, throwing a punch with a blank expression.

Even before the punch was thrown, a region ahead of his fist showed a visual distortion effect.

This was pure force compressing the air ahead, forming an air mass.

The dazzling green gang qi surged toward Lu Jing, who merely met it with a flesh fist.

This instant!

Everyone watching Platform Seven held their breath!

The practice of using one's flesh to bluntly resist a blade is truly terrifying.

Holy shit!

Is this guy crazy!!

Unbelievable, incomprehensible...

Almost the instant Lu Jing's fist touched the Tang saber—Boom—

The green gang qi vanished without a trace, the splendid Tang saber beginning to shatter from its tip.

Terrifying fist intent, pressure, and air waves surged outward together, like a hurricane passing—wherever it went, not a blade of grass grew...

Zhang Ziqiang's sword-hand stiffened in place as he watched his Tang saber crumble inch by inch, as fragile as a toy.

He suddenly came to his senses, seeing the fist before him continually enlarging in his vision.

Zhang Ziqiang also gave up on anything else, immediately releasing his grip on the saber and woodenizing both arms to block in front of himself.

The next second.

Lu Jing's fist came down.

His pale, jade-like fist looked harmless, yet it fell with the force of a splitting bamboo onto Zhang Ziqiang's both arms.

Boom!

The air wave expanded; Zhang Ziqiang's body flopped like a rag, flying out and landing straight outside the platform.

"Qiangzi!"

The Hall Master of the Demon Elephant Martial Hall flashed into view before Zhang Ziqiang, helping him up to check his injuries.

The area around Platform Seven fell into a hushed silence.

This guy actually managed it—destroying a blade imbued with gang qi using nothing but his flesh!

Does this mean Lu Jing's bodily strength has surpassed alloy weapons...

This scene left many doubting themselves, staring at their weapons then at their own bodies, utterly unable to comprehend.

Compared to the on-site spectators, those watching via media were truly shocked beyond words!

"Holy shit, impossible—how did that saber just shatter like that?!"

"When fist and saber tip collided, it was the saber that broke—who can explain that?"

In front of the TV, Lu Leyi's eyeballs almost popped out.

She never could have imagined that her older brother's strength had become this strong.

Feng Qinru beside her wore a worried expression, "Is little Jing's hand okay? This kid just knows how to act recklessly; in a match he doesn't even use a weapon, he's just asking for loss!"

"Oh, just watch; little Jing will definitely know his limits."

Lu Haitao said with a calm face, though in reality his heart had almost jumped to his throat just now.

In the spectator seats.

Ranqingmo and Cheng Miaomiao sat together, gazing toward the direction of platform seven.

"Qingmo, what do you think of this punch?"

Cheng Miaomiao asked.

"Lu Jing pulled his punch too much; he defeated the opponent purely with brute strength. If he had also used the force technique and Fist Intent he'd employed before, Zhang Ziqiang would have been blown to pieces already..."

Ran Qingmei propped her delicate chin with her hand, her long lashes drooping, and explained in a lazy tone.

Cheng Miaomiao shrank her neck, "It's terrifying, basically a monster; I hope I don't have to face him."

"Aren't you a monster yourself, born with divine strength since childhood? Now it seems you've met your match."

Ran Qingmei smiled: "I'm really looking forward to your match, a powerful fleshly body versus peerless martial technique..."

"The shogunate's martial arts, Lu Jing wins!"

The referee stared blankly for a moment before announcing the match result.

He really hadn't expected it just now, but Lu Jing lightly sent Zhang Ziqiang flying.

If I recall correctly, Zhang Ziqiang was also a hot favorite to win this year's Martial Way tournament, yet Lu Jing swatted him away like a fly and knocked him out in an instant.

The referee's words instantly made the crowd outside stop discussing, and they all cheered for Lu Jing.

"Lu Jing is awesome!"

"I'm your fan, Lu Jing, keep it up! You must win the championship!!"

Some boys and girls awed by Lu Jing's unmatched bearing shouted at the top of their lungs.

The match venue turned into a celebrity-chasing concert, bustling extraordinarily.

Lu Jing turned and left the platform; today's four matches had all ended.