Chapter 288: Yearning to Battle the Martial Marquis! (Part 4)

Snap—

Chang Xiangyang's fist fell, emitting a crisp crack.

However, Lu Jing's right hand seemed immovable, showing no deviation at all.

"Hm??"

Chang Xiangyang's scalp tingled as he pumped Blood Qi throughout his body, driving his yang qi to the limit, and his surface instantly lit up.

But all this was futile; when Lu Jing's hand passed through, it was as if a nail pierced cellophane, instantly shattering Chang Xiangyang's defense.

Boom—

The next moment.

Lu Jing's right hand clamped tightly around Chang Xiangyang's neck, applying slight force to lift his whole body into the air, his feet leaving the ground.

"Wuwuw—"

Chang Xiangyang's both hands kept striking Lu Jing's arm, trying to break free.

But it was of no use; clamped by that great force, even his yang qi could not be released normally.

"Like to call?"

Lu Jing watched Chang Xiangyang, who bounced in his hand like a rabbit, and a playful smile curled at his mouth.

"You kind of a leaping‑beam clown, can you stop coming out to embarrass yourself? Hitting you only soils my hands!"

In Lu Jing's eyes flickered fire, flowing blue‑purple flames, his face cold as he stared at Chang Xiangyang.

Chang Xiangyang's pupils contracted, and a series of clacking sounds came from his neck, making him think his neck had been twisted off by Lu Jing.

The fear of death spread in his heart, and soon a foul odor surged from beneath Chang Xiangyang's groin.

"How unlucky."

Lu Jing wrinkled his nose and casually tossed his right hand onto a nearby empty spot.

Chang Xiangyang, like a rag, rolled once in the air and then landed on the ground.

"Cough cough cough—"

The fallen Chang Xiangyang covered his neck and coughed loudly.

He patted himself, found nothing wrong, and gulped breath heavily.

The post‑catastrophe relaxation left his mind blank.

All thoughts of Lu Jing and the Martial Way Tournament were cast aside; Chang Xiangyang now only wanted to live properly.

"How dare you touch someone from my Taiwu Martial Hall?!"

Just as the crowd was shocked by Lu Jing's thunderous tactics, a fierce shout rang from outside the cafeteria.

A robust figure as massive as an iron tower pushed through the crowd and strode in.

His steps were not quick, but each stride covered several meters, and he soon arrived beside Chang Xiangyang.

The onlookers beside him recognized him and shouted in surprise.

"It's Wu Tianlei of the Taiwu Martial Hall!"

"So that's Wu Tianlei; his aura is terrifying!"

"Now the matter's blown up; maybe Wu Tianlei and Lu Jing will have a pre‑emptive fight..."

After confirming Chang Xiangyang's body was unharmed, Wu Tianlei finally rose and glared at Lu Jing.

"Touch my junior brother, you're courting death. I originally wanted you to live another day, but you sought death yourself, so I can't blame you."

As the words fell, Wu Tianlei's body suddenly expanded, his near‑two‑meter height instantly stretching to about two‑meter‑four.

A whooshing sound like flowing river burst from his body.

It was the sound of Blood Qi surging throughout his whole body.

Immediately, a layer of lightning clung to Chang Xiangyang's surface; though not as refined as Lu Jing's thunder armor, it still provided some enhancement.

"Since you touched my junior brother, I'll return the favor tooth for tooth!"

Chang Xiangyang's figure vanished instantly, appearing before Xu Kuang as if teleporting, fully exploiting the traits of a Thunder-type Talent Endowed.

He raised both fists; to deliver the punch swiftly, Chang Xiangyang deliberately sacrificed damage, pursuing ultimate speed.

He watched his fists land on Xu Kuang's chest, and most onlookers couldn't react.

Lu Jing also froze for a moment, having expected the opponent to attack him, but instead chose the nearest Xu Kuang.

When he tried to rush over to block, it was already too late.

Boom—

Blood blossoms splattered as Xu Kuang's body was flung backward, scattering a large spray of blood in the air.

"Xu Kuang!"

"Are you okay?"

"Damn, a sneak attack—so shameless!!"

The Mufu Martial Masses were startled, rose, and rushed toward the spot where Xu Kuang fell.

A cruel smile flashed in Chang Xiangyang's eyes; after landing the hit, his figure vanished again, heading straight for Zhugeqing.

"How daring!"

Lu Jing snorted coldly, intending to use the same trick a second time before him.

However, when his figure flashed behind Chang Xiangyang, another silhouette appeared between them, blocking Lu Jing's raging punch aimed at Chang Xiangyang.

Boom—

The shockwave spread, and the figure stepped back, roaring loudly:

"All of you, stop!"

The newcomer was a middle‑aged man with a strong aura, also dressed in Taiwu Martial Hall attire.

"Yes, master!"

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Chang Xiangyang said "good" aloud, but his palm pressed on Zhugeqing's shoulder, sending Zhugeqing flying ten meters away and knocking a swath of tables and chairs aside.

The middle-aged man, as if he hadn't seen it, continued to block in front of Lu Jing and said gravely: "The tournament hasn't started yet; why are you all so impatient? If you want to fight, go to the arena. What are you trying to do here?!"

"I'm sorry, master, it was my momentary impulse."

Chang Xiangyang returned to the middle-aged man's side, bowed respectfully, a triumphant smile in his eyes.

"Are you the director of the Taiwu Martial Hall?"

Lu Jing's expression remained calm as he asked.

"Indeed, I am Wang Weikang. You must be Lu Jing, a classmate from Mufu Martial University, right? Meeting you today truly proves you are extraordinary!"

Wang Weikang said with a cheerful laugh, a reddish glow emanating from his face.

"Oh? How did a scoundrel like you become director? It seems the Taiwu Martial Hall is nothing but a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp."

Lu Jing snorted, "When your disciple struck someone, you didn't stop him, yet you step in to block me. Calling you a dog would be an overstatement."

"Kid, how dare you speak to me like that?!"

Wang Weikang's gaze instantly turned icy, his face flushing red.

A pressure belonging to a late‑stage Wuhou Realm master radiated outward, spreading rapidly in all directions.

The onlookers instantly felt an invisible wave of energy unfurl, cutting their faces like blades and forcing their bodies to recoil backward involuntarily.

Around Wang Weikang and Lu Jing, a void space instantly formed.

Lu Jing, however, stood unmoved as if the pressure were merely a spring breeze, his expression unchanged, only a few strands of hair at his forehead being lifted.

To most grandmasters, the Wuhou Realm is an unattainable pinnacle, let alone late‑stage Wuhou Realm master Wang Weikang.

Yet Lu Jing is not the least bit unsettled now; instead, his heart leaps with eagerness to test himself.

That punch that shattered the mountain that night—if it landed on Wang Weikang right now, what kind of fireworks would erupt?

I'm really looking forward to it......

Lu Jing narrowed his eyes, watching the other with keen interest.