Chapter 291: The Final Martial Way Tournament, Looking Out for Each Other (3)

After the second day's elimination round, only thirty-two competitors remained.

The third day's format is completely different from the first two days; competitors will draw lots randomly, and ultimately face off on the same stage.

At that time, all media and cameras will focus their attention on a single stage.

Those who make it to the third day are already the strongest among the nation's youth of this generation.

A night passed in silence.

In the early morning, the Shogunate Martial University crowd rose early, heading to the training hall to prepare for the match.

The number of competitors participating in the match has decreased, but the crowd of spectators keeps growing.

Just as dawn broke, the spectator seats were already half-filled; some people even stayed up all night to snag an ideal spot early.

As the competitors' strength increased, the intensity and entertainment value of the matches greatly rose.

Many star athletes are extremely popular, blocking the competitors' resting area while waiting for their idols to arrive.

For example, Wu Tianlei of the Taiwu Martial Hall, and Cheng Miaomiao of the Cheng family.

Of course, Lu Jing is also among them, and his fans are only growing.

Especially over the past month, Lu Jing's reputation has completely exploded into public view.

Martial University's top student, who pushed over six Ultimate Towers, is a multi-discipline Talent Endowed, Martial Exam Top Scholar—these titles stacked together even rival some veteran powerhouses.

Thus, as Lu Jing and Xu Kuang walked toward the resting room, they were suddenly surrounded by a large crowd, accompanied by women's screams and men's shouts.

Lu Jing felt somewhat helpless, only able to gently push aside the crowd in front of him with his psychic power, step by step moving forward.

With the push and pull of his psychic power, the crowd became even more congested, even causing a considerable disturbance.

Li Wenshan represented the Jin Province Li Family in the Martial Way Tournament; he originally just wanted to give it a try, but he never expected his luck to be so good—drawing only weak opponents, which allowed him to successfully advance to the third day.

Today he arrived early in the morning, preparing to witness the enthusiasm of fans or media.

After arriving at the venue, not only did no one pay him any attention, but he was even blocked by some unknown fan, preventing him from even reaching the resting room.

This made him extremely irritated, and he shouted angrily: "Damn it, what's with all the shoving? Are you all rushing to be reborn?"

Li Wenshan's profanity caused many people to turn and stare, instantly clearing a space beside him.

He snorted in satisfaction and continued pushing forward.

At that moment, a gentle force lightly pushed him to the side.

Li Wenshan instantly flew into a rage, cursing: "Damn, who dares to push me? Are you tired of living?"

Before his words even finished, his fist had already swung backward.

Boom—

This punch seemed casual, but Li Wenshan actually put nearly eighty percent of his strength into it.

He was extremely annoyed right now and just wanted to find an opportunity to vent.

A thick, semi-transparent fist aura howled toward him, bringing with it a piercing roar.

Bang!

Yet Li Wenshan's heavy, powerful fist was caught by a fair-skinned palm, causing him to blink in surprise and turn to look.

He saw a calm-faced, handsome young man staring at him with icy eyes.

"What are you looking at? Did you just hit me, old man?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, Li Wenshan began to regret them.

The boy's face was unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar—who else could it be but Lu Jing?

"Lu......"

Li Wenshan stammered, wanting to explain to the boy in front of him.

However, Lu Jing didn't give him that chance, instead smoothly seizing his fist.

The aura wrapped around Li Wenshan's fist was like paper, shattering instantly.

Lu Jing smiled and said, "Since you dislike the crowd, I'll just send you over there first."

As his words fell, Lu Jing took Li Wenshan's arm as a handle and hurled him forcefully into the air.

Then he came down heavily onto an open space far away.

Li Wenshan fell to the ground, crying out in pain, unable to get up for a moment.

"Wow, so handsome!"

"Lu Jing, we love you, love you forever!!"

"Ahhh!!"

Lu Jing's side instantly erupted with thunderous screams.

Numerous girls flung themselves toward him, wishing to cling to Lu Jing's body.

But they were blocked by a layer of transparent, invisible Air Wall.

Looking at the crowd cheering for him nearby, Lu Jing paid no heed and strode toward the resting room.

As for Li Wenshan lying on the ground, he brought it entirely upon himself.

If Li Wenshan's punch hadn't been strong or hadn't used aura, Lu Jing could still have reasoned calmly with him.

But that punch was clearly intentional, its aura thick enough to glow.

Had it been one of those fans just now who took that blow, they would likely have been knocked unconscious with serious injury on the spot, and if unlucky struck a vital spot, they might well have died outright.

After the sky grew bright, Lu Jing received the information for his first opponent.

If Li Wenshan's punch wasn't strong, or if he didn't use vigorous Qi, Lu Jing could still calmly and peacefully reason with the other party.

But that punch was clearly intentional, the vigorous Qi so dense it glowed.

If it had been one of the fans just now who took this punch, they would most likely be seriously injured and knocked unconscious on the spot; if unlucky and hit a vital spot, they would very likely die instantly.

After the sky became fully bright, Lu Jing obtained the information about his first opponent.

Shogunate Martial University's Lu Jing versus the Li Clan's Li Wenshan.

He walked onto the stage, looked at the empty arena ahead, and furrowed his brow.

The other side actually didn't treat the match seriously, being late at such a crucial moment?

The referee beside him was also puzzled, quickly pulling out a walkie-talkie to communicate with the backstage.

After a few minutes, just as the referee was about to announce Lu Jing's victory without a fight, a somewhat familiar figure came running over.

I... I admit defeat!

A feeble, fly-like voice sounded.

Lu Jing followed the sound and saw that the man who had been beaten up by him not long ago in front of the lounge was standing there.

Li Wenshan lowered his head, not even daring to look at Lu Jing on the stage.

After shouting his admission of defeat, he hurriedly left.

Lu Jing suddenly realized, oh, he was actually today's first opponent......

If I hadn't beaten him up this morning, I would very likely have been beaten even worse on the stage.

Thinking this way, Lu Jing instead felt that the other party's luck was quite good.

Some have good luck, naturally some have bad luck.

After Lu Jing went on stage and went through the motions, Xu Kuang also welcomed his first match.

Shogunate Martial University Xu Kuang versus Taiwu Martial Hall's Wu Tianlei!

Xu Kuang's face looked somewhat grim, but he still insisted on going onto the stage.

Wu Tianlei strode out of the lounge, deliberately passing by Lu Jing's position.

Yesterday my junior lost to your classmate; today let's see how I'll take care of him......

A hint of a cruel smile flashed in Wu Tianlei's eyes.

He could see that Lu Jing's relationship with his classmate was still good; therefore, he wouldn't let this rare opportunity slip.

Fine, how you treat him in this match, I'll treat you the same in the next.

Lu Jing smiled, noncommittal.