Chapter 293

Lu Jing's height of nearly 1.9 meters only reached Wu Tianlei's chest.

Such a physique difference placed here did not give the impression that Lu Jing was very short.

On the contrary, in the spectators' eyes, Lu Jing's figure, as he moved, began to loom larger, gradually standing shoulder to shoulder with Wu Tianlei, and eventually even surpassing him.

"Qingmo, who do you think will win between the two? The winner will be my opponent in the final round."

In the audience seats, Cheng Miaomiao swayed her lotus-white calves, her body also shaking with them, her chest heaving, her figure slender yet not weak, this being due to her long-term practice of body techniques.

"Between them, it should be Lu Jing, right?" Ranqingmo tilted her head, turned her head to look at the platform ahead, her tone very relaxed and carefree, "Lu Jing gives me a more dangerous feeling; he must be hiding some powerful trump card."

"He can give you such a dangerous feeling?"

Cheng Miaomiao's small mouth slightly opened, face full of disbelief, "Qingmo, you're about to become a Martial Marquis, yet you're afraid of a mere grandmaster?"

"It's just my intuition; in this match they should both reveal their true strength, you'd better watch closely, after all, the one who will go up next is you."

Ranqingmo said seriously.

"Okay, I know," Cheng Miaomiao replied verbally, suddenly thinking of something, she asked again: "Qingmo, why don't you participate in the Martial Way tournament? With your strength, wouldn't it be easy to win the championship?"

"Because I don't want to bully you guys, and my grandfather said he wants me to keep a low profile."

Ranqingmo explained.

On the platform.

"Lu Jing, I actually acknowledge you as a heaven-endowed prodigy, peerless, but it's a pity this isn't your stage; you're too young, if given a few more years, absolutely no one here could stand alongside you."

Wu Tianlei said bluntly, making his final pre-battle statement.

Because in his plan, Lu Jing could not possibly walk away alive; some words, if not said now, would have no chance.

"We are both lightning-endowed Talents, but I want to test your fist first."

Wu Tianlei drove his Blood Qi to the extreme, a crimson hue burst forth from his body, combined with thick killing aura, like a demon god.

The next moment, Wu Tianlei, his eyes flashing with surging battle intent, launched the first attack toward Lu Jing!

He stepped on the ground, his elephant-leg-like thick thighs trampling the specially made floor into cracks.

Thereafter his speed grew ever faster, he raised his right fist high and slammed it down hard toward Lu Jing!

"I hope you can have the strength to make me use my Talent..."

In the process of charging forward, Wu Tianlei opened his mouth to speak, his figure moving so fast that sound could not keep up.

Terrifying white qi waves rippled out in circles, centered on his fist, spreading wildly in all directions.

This was a punch he threw with all his might; toward Lu Jing, Wu Tianlei appeared to sneer with contempt, but in fact he valued him greatly.

Throwing this punch caused many present to change expression; the cameraman in charge of filming widened his eyes, straining to capture Wu Tianlei's figure.

Finally!

Boom—

Like an ancient bell tolling.

Wu Tianlei's heaven-shattering, earth-destroying punch slammed into the figure that had remained motionless from start to finish.

Terrifying power erupted, qi waves surged, dust and smoke rose, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Many people stood up, straining to see through the smoke and dust what lay inside.

Lu Jing seemed to have been hit; why didn't he dodge?

Would he not be directly severely injured by a single punch and forced to withdraw?

Soon, under the continual impact of the qi waves, the smoke and dust cleared, revealing two figures inside—one tall, one short.

When everyone finally saw the scene on the platform clearly, they were instantly shocked beyond words.

It was as if a heavy hammer had struck their foreheads, plunging them into a state where they could not think.

"This is impossible!"

"Holy shit, how could this happen?!"

Only Lu Jing's five fingers spread open into a palm, firmly locking Wu Tianlei's fist.

His expression was calm, as if what he had just caught was not a fist but an incoming sandbag.

Meanwhile, Wu Tianlei opposite wore a look of astonishment, staring at Lu Jing's fair palm, unable to believe it could unleash such terrifying power.

I had long heard that Lu Jing's Fist Intent was peerless, his strength unmatched in direct confrontation; I never expected to personally verify this saying today.

"How about it, is this strength enough for you to unleash your Talent ability?"

Lu Jing looked at Wu Tianlei and said lightly.

Wu Tianlei's scalp went numb; he quickly retracted his fist and retreated, creating distance from Lu Jing.

"You indeed have this strength; it seems without using my Talent I cannot beat you."

Cheng Miaomiao in the audience seats felt her pupils contract sharply.

"Wow, this Lu Jing isn't like me, is he also born with divine strength!"

Even Wu Tianlei's punch just now would have required her to use both hands carefully to block, but Lu Jing only extended one palm and easily caught it.

What that signified, only Cheng Miaomiao herself knew.

Her body techniques and close combat had been trained since childhood; she could basically tell the force of Wu Tianlei's fist at a glance.

But what did Lu Jing rely on to catch it?

Could it truly be just pure bodily strength and physique?

Or perhaps there is some technique or secret within...

"Lu Jing! Lu Jing!"

"Invincible bearing!"

The hundreds of thousands of spectators in the audience shouted loudly, their voices like rolling waves surging forward.

On the platform.

Watching Wu Tianlei leap back and widen the distance, Lu Jing did not seize the chance to attack.

He had previously said that however Wu Tianlei dealt with Xu Kuang, he would deal with Wu Tianlei the same way.

This cat‑and‑mouse trick is indeed quite interesting.

"Earlier I saw you bragging all the time, thought you were strong, but is this all you're capable of?"

Lu Jing's voice rang out, his tone thick with disappointment, and a hint of boredom even rose on his face.

He wants Wu Tianlei to unleash his talent without reservation, then crush him head‑on; with Purple Sky Divine Thunder present, Wu Tianlei's thunder‑control talent is nothing but a decoration.

"Hurry and unleash your thunder‑and‑lightning talent, don't waste everyone's time."

"Arrogant, I wonder how long you can stay arrogant!"

Wu Tianlei's voice roared suddenly.

Immediately, his brows knit, his eyes widened, and a thunder pattern suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Accompanied by Wu Tianlei's drive, the thunder pattern ignited like flames.

Gradually it turned into solid‑like volcanic lava, glittering.

"Three Thousand Thunder Lotus!"

Wu Tianlei let out a low shout, electric flashes constantly appearing, coalescing around him into blue thunder lotus blossoms.

"Is this Wu Tianlei's thunder talent? It's my first time seeing it!"

"He fought so many battles without using it, and only Lu Jing forced it out at the end."

"What a terrifying aura of destruction; Thunder-type Talent Endowed truly are heaven's favorites..."