Chapter 286: and translation of title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities/coined terms appearing in these lines, using e

At the same time, on the highest seats of the Martial Way venue.

Two elders with white hair and youthful faces gathered together, chatting and laughing.

"At such a young age, his Fist Intent has reached such a high Realm; just a slight leakage of Fist Intent could tear apart a master's vigorous energy like rotting wood—no wonder Zhang Ziqiang lost."

Deputy President of the National Martial Association, Wu Xinghuo, let out a sigh, "I haven't seen such an outstanding young person in a long time; this child's talent is probably not inferior to your granddaughter Ranqingmo!"

Ran Jianfeng nodded, his eyes flashing with light, staring at Lu Jing's departing figure without pause, seemingly very interested in him.

"Did you see the long sword hanging at his waist? Maybe his sword is even fiercer than his fists, and this kid pulled his punch at the end; otherwise his opponent would definitely have been killed by one blow—really to my taste!"

"Hehe, your Ranqingmo is about the same age as him; since you think so highly of him, why not take him as a son-in-law for your daughter? They'd be a perfect match of talent and beauty."

Wu Xinghuo laughed and joked.

What he didn't expect was that Ran Jianfeng actually began to ponder, "Lu Jing would make quite a suitable son-in-law for me, though I don't know if Ranqingmo would agree..."

"No way, you're serious?"

Wu Xinghuo stared for a moment; Ranqingmo has always been Ran Jianfeng's heart's treasure—how could he bear to actively send his precious granddaughter away today?

Since Ran Qingmei was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, countless have wanted to marry into the Ran family; later Ranqingmo grew ever more stunningly beautiful, and the throngs of proud suitors coming to propose filled the gateways.

For marrying Ranqingmo would be like gaining a Martial God Realm grandfather, ensuring the family's prosperity for a century!

But all of them were rejected by Ran Jianfeng for various reasons.

On the other side, having just finished the fourth match, Wu Tianlei appeared in the spectator seats of the Taiwu Martial Hall.

"Zhang Ziqiang was easily defeated by Lu Jing?"

Wu Tianlei blinked slightly, looking toward the Taiwu Martial Hall's master, "Master, was Ziqiang careless? How could he lose so badly?"

"It's not exactly carelessness; they're simply differing in pure strength..."

The Taiwu Martial Hall's master furrowed his brows; he had thought Wu Tianlei would surely win the championship, but now it looks uncertain.

"A difference in pure strength? Didn't that brat Zhang Ziqiang say he had a trump card up his sleeve—did he use it?"

Wu Tianlei sat beside the master, casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Tianlei, Lu Jing is absolutely a formidable opponent; he's strong in every aspect, hardly any weaknesses..."

"Zhang Ziqiang's move should have been used—a kind of vine extending from the ground, wrapping around; it looked very strong, but Lu Jing easily broke free."

"You can tell this move was originally prepared to deal with you, after all, vines being non-conductive are a natural counter to your lightning."

The master said solemnly.

"Master, rest assured, even when fighting a rabbit a lion uses full force; I will face him at my strongest," Wu Tianlei's eyes flashed with a hint of excited fighting spirit, "the stronger he is, the greater the sense of achievement in defeating him, right?"

"Lu Jing bears far too many halos—whatever the strongest genius of Martial University, pushing six supreme towers sideways, martial exam top scorer; if I defeat him, all these halos are merely my wedding dress..."

The master nodded, completely reassured.

He still understood Tianlei; though he appears carefree on the surface, his inner self is actually very meticulous, which starkly contrasts his rough exterior.

"After Ziqiang's elimination, the only ones worth watching are Lu Jing from Martial University and Cheng Miaomiao from the aristocratic side..."

Wu Tianlei snorted, "I originally thought Ziqiang was that strong, even dreaming of competing with me for the title of strongest youth in the martial hall, but look at this level—it's laughable!"

After the fourth round of matches, besides Lu Jing, Xu Kuang also narrowly won against his opponent and successfully advanced to the next day's schedule at the Shogunate Martial University.

"Xu Kuang, hang in there too; even though Lu Jing has your back, it's good to have one more advancement."

NieZhenghao said with a chuckle.

His mood is great; this year the Shogunate Martial University is very likely to make history!

Others' moods are also good, especially Zhugeqing, who was eliminated; his burdens are completely gone, and he has started to let loose, already inviting girls out for drinks everywhere.

Although the Jinghua Martial Way venue is remote, centered on the training hall it has developed a sizable commercial district.

All kinds of entertainment venues are available, providing recreation for those who came to participate in the matches.

"Today's mission is accomplished; shall we go to a bar for a drink?"

Someone suggested going out to have fun, which drew strong support from everyone.

NieZhenghao, however, put on a stern face, "You brats have nothing to do tomorrow, but Lu Jing and Xu Kuang still have to go on stage to fight; drinking and staying up will affect your performance—no going to the bar, just go eat honestly at the cafeteria!"

Everyone felt helpless but dared not object, so they could only go to the cafeteria near the training hall and have a meal.

The cafeteria food was not bad, actually tastier than that of the Shogunate Martial University's cafeteria.

Lu Jing ate heartily, consuming enough for five people by himself.

After the meal, Zhugeqing and a few others arranged to go out with girls for fun, while Lu Jing returned to the dormitory.

Here the dorms are single rooms, with excellent conditions, complete with private bathrooms and balconies.

He simply took a shower, then lay on the bed and started playing with his phone.

As soon as he opened his phone, he saw dozens of missed calls and a sea of red notifications on Prestige.

Opening them, most were from friends and relatives who had seen Lu Jing's figure on TV or phone, sending messages to check on and care for him.

Lu Jing replied to each one, then opened Lu Leyi's avatar.

Indeed, this guy sent the most messages; Lu Jing couldn't catch up for a while.

"Brother! Brother! Brother! What time do you start fighting? I've already prepared snacks and am waiting!"

"Brother! Why aren't you up on the stage yet?!"

"Brother! Which ring are you on? I can't see you!"

"Dad's off work too; we three are watching TV together, looking forward to your performance!"

Lu Jing's head was full of black lines; no wonder his phone kept vibrating while he waited to go on stage.

He also couldn't be bothered to reply one by one, so he directly called Lu Leyi.

"Brother, you're done fighting!"

From the other end of the phone came Lu Leyi's excited voice, "Mom and Dad are watching too; just now your match had us on the edge of our seats, afraid you'd get hurt—Mom said you should be careful, use a weapon, fighting barehanded is too dangerous!"

Listening closely, you could hear someone beside Lu Leyi nagging about something.