Chapter 289: Bold Idea, Reason for Hostility (1)

Not far from the two, the crowd from Mufu Wu Da helped Xu Kuang to stand up with difficulty; a dent had already formed on his chest, and an unknown number of his ribs were broken.

This injury isn't fatal for a Martial Artist, at most a minor wound, but Xu Kuang is supposed to compete today; how can he fight in this condition?

It's as if Mufu Wu Da lost a slot outright.

Beside Xu Kuang, Zhugeqing clutched his shoulder, his face grim as he stared at the smiling Wu Tianlei, his teeth almost clenched to the point of breaking.

His previous carefree mindset vanished completely; now he is crazily determined to improve his strength and find a chance to return that palm strike.

"Lu Jing is actually confronting the director of Taiwu Martial Arts Hall..."

"Wang Weikang won't attack Lu Jing, will he? Lu Jing definitely can't block him—what should we do?!"

Xu Kuang's expression was complicated as he watched the two, whose opposing stances grew increasingly fierce; he knew Lu Jing wanted to regain face for himself and Zhugeqing.

But acting now would be courting trouble; no one believed Lu Jing possessed the strength to hard‑hold a Martial Marquis.

After pondering briefly, Xu Kuang gritted his teeth against the searing chest pain and shouted to Lu Jing: "Lu Jing, we don't have anything major!"

Lu Jing turned his head at the words, saw the worry in Xu Kuang's eyes, and smiled with a nod.

"Don't worry, if it really comes to a fight, who wins or loses isn't certain yet."

His tone was extremely confident, leaving the onlookers staring dumbfounded.

"What did Lu Jing just say? Is he really going to clash with Wang Weikang?!"

"No way, where does Lu Jing get that confidence? Wang Weikang is a late‑stage Martial Marquis..."

"The farther the Martial Artist Realm progresses, the larger the gap; the difference between a Martial Marquis and a Martial Master cannot be bridged by talent alone."

Lu Jing ignored the crowd's doubts; if he faced Wang Weikang, he was confident that, giving his all, three punches would finish the opponent.

Although he hadn't learned the opponent's strength or techniques, Wang Weikang gave him a non‑threatening impression.

It's like an innocent child fearing tigers and lions but not fearing a rabbit.

Thinking of this, thunder began to gather around Lu Jing, and he prepared to condense Thunder Armor.

But before the Thunder Armor could solidify, a familiar voice rang out.

"Lu Jing, don't act rashly first!"

Outside the cafeteria's gate, NieZhenghao's figure appeared.

He first looked concerned at Lu Jing, Xu Kuang and the others, then cast a cold glance at Wang Weikang.

"Wang Weikang, take your disciple and get out quickly, don't force me to lose my temper."

"Hmph!"

Seeing NieZhenghao arrive, Wang Weikang's face showed a hint of fear, then he let out a cold snort and left with Wu Tianlei.

Wu Tianlei honestly followed behind Wang Weikang, and when passing Lu Jing, he subtly made a throat‑slashing gesture.

When the two were far away, NieZhenghao spoke: "Lu Jing, after all it was Wu Tianlei who injured you; if you truly want revenge, defeat Wu Tianlei on the arena, no need to spar with Wang Weikang..."

"Although your strength rivals the Martial Marquis Realm, this Wang Weikang has been immersed in the Martial Marquis Realm for over a decade; he isn't comparable to an ordinary Martial Marquis."

NieZhenghao earnestly and seriously advised Lu Jing.

"Alright, I understand."

Lu Jing agreed, his expression unchanged from start to finish.

NieZhenghao also didn't know what Lu Jing was thinking; he could only assume his persuasion had succeeded.

Little did they know, a bold idea was rising in Lu Jing's mind...

After a simple breakfast, Lu Jing went alone to the arena.

The others took Xu Kuang and Zhugeqing to the infirmary for treatment.

The organizers' staff used a loudspeaker to call the contestants about to compete.

After yesterday's four elimination rounds, just over a hundred contestants remained.

Today there are two matches; another batch will be eliminated, and tomorrow the final will be held on the same arena.

Lu Jing waited in the lounge for a while, and finally received the arena assignment information.

Beep—

"Mufu Wu Da student Lu Jing, please proceed to Ring No. 6!"

Lu Jing stood up to go, but saw Xu Kuang and the others rush over.

"What's this?"

Lu Jing asked, puzzled.

"Xu Kuang insists on continuing the competition; no matter how we persuade him, he won't listen..."

Zhugeqing wore a helpless expression; after treatment, the injury on his arm had recovered about seventy‑plus percent.

"Can you still hold on? If not, let Lu Jing walk the rest of the road for you."

NieZhenghao looked at Xu Kuang, whose chest was wrapped in bandages, his face full of worry.

"No, principal, I want to walk my own path. I'm the type who insists on being precise, and the word 'give up' has never been in my dictionary!"

Xu Kuang laughed carefree, flashing a set of white teeth.

"I just took a Healing Dan Medicine; my ribs are already reset, and as long as I'm not hit by external force there'll be no problem. Besides, the rest of my body is fine, it won't affect my strength..."

Seeing Xu Kuang say that, NieZhenghao could only nod and agree to let him step onto the stage.

Lu Jing raised an eyebrow; Xu Kuang truly surprised him, oddly matching his temperament.

Xu Kuang pulled out his phone and said, "I'm at Ring No. 3, Lu Jing, what about you? I hope we aren't assigned together."

"I'm at No. 6."

Lu Jing smiled.

Two hours later, Lu Jing easily defeated his first opponent of the day.

He stepped down from the arena, sensing a hint of hostile gaze.

He turned his head and saw Wu Tianlei glaring at him fiercely from the viewing seat, still muttering something.

Lu Jing extended his spiritual power outward, and the other's voice came in clearly to his ears.

"You wait for me......"

"Fine, I'm waiting."

Lu Jing glanced at Wu Tianlei, smiled and nodded.

He didn't know what was up with this man, who seemed extremely hostile; before this, the two hadn't even met, let alone become enemies.

Just as Lu Jing was about to withdraw his spiritual power, a graceful figure beside Wu Tianlei suddenly caught his attention.

This person looked so familiar......

It was Ni Chang Sha Na, who had fought a battle during the martial exam!

Lu Jing was a bit surprised; he hadn't expected the two of them to end up together.

Thus, the reason for Wu Tianlei's hostility toward him should now be clear.

At that moment, Wu Tianlei pointed his finger at the nearby Arena No. 3, a playful smile on his lips.

Lu Jing followed the direction and saw Xu Kuang preparing beneath the arena; on the arena stood, to his astonishment, Chang Xiangyang, whom he had tossed out this morning like a rag!

What a coincidence—just after a quarrel this morning, they were paired together this afternoon......

Lu Jing arrived at Arena No. 3 and stepped in front of Xu Kuang.