Chapter 292

Hehe, do you have the ability to take care of me?

Wu Tianlei let out a cold snort, his tone icy to the extreme, 'Rest assured, I won't take your classmate's life, but today I've decided to take yours!'

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the arena.

On the arena, Xu Kuang and Wu Tianlei were both ready, just waiting for the referee to speak.

Xu Kuang had already devised a plan; at the start he would go all out, exchange a couple of moves with the opponent, also to test the waters for Lu Jing's upcoming fight.

Forcing out a few more moves from the opponent is also good; if he finds himself unable to win, he can still concede in time.

The match begins!

With the referee's command, Wu Tianlei's body instantly burst forth with vast sheets of lightning.

Ziz—

Amidst the flashing lightning and thunder, Wu Tianlei's speed reached its extreme.

Almost as soon as the referee uttered the first two words 'start', Wu Tianlei's figure had already appeared before Xu Kuang.

Wu Tianlei, holding back his anger, wanted to prove something in his fight with Xu Kuang.

Boom—

Xu Kuang's body was blasted away, and before he even landed, Wu Tianlei surged forward again, displaying the speed of a Lightning Talent Endowed to the fullest.

In the flicker of his movements, even the high-speed camera set up on the stage could not capture him.

Only strings of afterimages intertwined with electric light could be seen.

Although Xu Kuang was defending with all his might, Wu Tianlei's attacks seemed to come from all directions, impossible to block.

Such an evenly matched fight could have ended in an instant, yet it ultimately lasted a full five minutes.

During this time, Wu Tianlei toyed with Xu Kuang like a cat playing with a mouse.

Gradually, Xu Kuang lay motionless on the ground; the referee hurriedly blew the whistle, calling a halt to the two.

'Xu Kuang has lost combat ability; in this match, Wu Tianlei of Taiwu Martial Academy wins!'

Xu Kuang was carried off the stage by several people, bleeding from multiple places, his consciousness already somewhat hazy.

Wu Tianlei stood on the stage, waving to the cheering fans around, and finally gave Lu Jing a provocative glance, as if he had already defeated Lu Jing.

The people from Bakufu Martial University all had grim faces, standing up and glaring angrily at Wu Tianlei.

Lu Jing, meanwhile, remained expressionless, walked to Xu Kuang lying on the stretcher, took out a top-grade healing Dan Medicine from his ring, and fed it to him.

Xu Kuang's injuries looked horrifying, but they were not fatal; with the top-grade Dan Medicine aiding him, recovery was merely a matter of time.

'S-sorry...' Xu Kuang opened his mouth slightly, speaking with difficulty: 'I originally wanted to test his strength for you, but...'

'It's fine, go heal your wounds quickly; Wu Tianlei will only end up more injured than you.'

Lu Jing chuckled, 'Remember to have the nurse prepare a bed for Wu Tianlei in advance.'

Xu Kuang was made to laugh by Lu Jing's words, but that laugh tugged at his wound, making him cough all over.

The staff hurriedly carried him away for treatment.

After this little interlude, the matches continued.

Lu Jing's first opponent conceded; after a brief rest he faced his second match and easily won again.

Even on the final day, Lu Jing needed only a single move to dispose of these people, with no chance to use a second.

Soon, only eight contestants remained undefeated, and the drawing of lots continued.

Beep-beep—

Lu Jing received the lot information: 'Bakufu Martial University's Lu Jing versus Taiwu Martial Academy's Wu Tianlei.'

What a coincidence?

Lu Jing put away his phone, his face showing a hint of amused smile.

I don't know if the organizers did it on purpose, but Lu Jing and Wu Tianlei's match was scheduled as the final bout of the third round.

Moreover, they announced the upcoming schedule to the public in advance.

'Holy shit, we'll get to see Wu Tianlei and Lu Jing's match soon!'

'I'm so excited; they're my favorite contestants!'

'They both seem to be Lightning Talent Endowed, I wonder whose lightning is stronger...'

After learning that the final match would be Lu Jing versus Wu Tianlei, even more people flooded the venue, packing it so tightly there was no room to stand.

Soon, the preceding matches ended, and it was time for Lu Jing and the other to go on stage.

The audience waiting below instantly erupted.

'Lu Jing! Lu Jing!'

'Wu Tianlei! Go!'

The shouting was deafening, many voices hoarse from yelling.

The referee stepped onto the stage first, his gaze falling on Lu Jing and Wu Tianlei below, 'Please, Bakufu Martial University's Lu Jing and Taiwu Martial Academy's Wu Tianlei, come up to fight!'

Lu Jing rose from the spectator seats, stretched lazily, and walked unhurriedly toward the arena.

In contrast, Wu Tianlei leapt up, continuously waving his arms and shouting, again eliciting screams from a large crowd of fans.

The two stood on stage, eyes locked, actually generating a strong current that made the referee's microphone emit a piercing electric noise.

The photographer in charge of shooting immediately got into position, shouldering his camera and running nonstop around the arena.

These scenes superimposed gave the audience a feeling of impending storm, a tense atmosphere.

On stage, Wu Tianlei licked his lips and said, 'My luck today is really good; first I got itchy hands and beat up your classmate, but he really couldn't take a hit, not satisfying at all; luckily I drew you, you should be pretty able to endure a beating, right?'

After saying that, Wu Tianlei clenched his fists, producing a crackling of bones.

'We'll find out soon enough, won't we?'

Lu Jing looked at his opponent's confident, victory-in-hand expression and felt like laughing.

Good, I hope your fists are as hard as your mouth, or else I'll beat you to death!

Wu Tianlei stared fixedly at Lu Jing, saying word by word: 'Rest assured, I won't hold back.'

Heh, it's just a little Fei Yangyang.

Lu Jing let out a scornful laugh.

Wu Tianlei froze for a moment, then asked: 'What are you saying? What is Fei Yangyang?'

The referee nearby, hearing the two drift further off-topic, hurriedly blew the whistle and shouted loudly: 'Please, competitors, take your positions; the match begins now!!'

After saying that, the referee hurriedly ran down the platform.

On this stage, he didn't want to stay another second; the aura emanating from the two made him feel extremely uncomfortable, his body feeling numb and weak as if electrified.

As the match began, everyone's attention focused, their expressions solemn, and the arena fell silent for a moment.

Great, let's begin!

Wu Tianlei's eyes flashed with excitement, his fists colliding, his Blood Qi blazing like a furnace, his physique instantly swelling, turning into a burly iron tower nearly 2.5 meters tall.

Meanwhile, Lu Jing on the opposite side of the platform appeared quite ordinary in stark contrast, like a neighborhood boy who had wandered in by mistake.

Interesting, is this the source of your arrogance?

Lu Jing's eyes shone bright like stars, he slightly stretched his body, his spine rising like a great dragon coiling upward.

Even the light around him seemed to shift with his movements, as if he were a deity who could command light and shadow.