Chapter 296: Wait for Me! (4)

His Taiwu Martial Hall had been unknown until, by chance, he took Wu Tianlei as a disciple, and then surged forward to qualify for the Martial Way Tournament, reaching the semi‑finals.

If Wu Tianlei were to die, Wang Weikang couldn't imagine what would become of the Taiwu Martial Hall, and he couldn't accept it.

As for charging in to disrupt the match, at worst he'd be penalized; he certainly wouldn't risk his own life!

"This isn't your first time leading a team in the Martial Way Tournament; don't you understand the arena rules?"

A woman's cold voice rang out; she snorted and said, "As long as one side hasn't yielded, the duel won't stop!"

"But Tianlei looks like that; how could he surrender?"

Wang Weikang looked toward the arena, and Wu Tianlei's miserable condition made him unable to watch.

"I... I surrender."

At that moment, the blood‑soaked Wu Tianlei actually opened his mouth to speak; though his voice was faint, the referee heard it.

Wang Weikang was briefly stunned, then elated, shouting loudly, "Stop it now, he surrendered!!"

The referee had already rushed between the two, signaling Lu Jing to end the duel.

Lu Jing flicked his fist, saying with some regret, "What a pity, we haven't had enough fight. How about you, old thing, come up on stage and spar with me for a while?"

After speaking, Lu Jing stared at Wang Weikang, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Kid, you're really courting death!"

Wang Weikang flared up instantly; just as he was about to rush onto the stage, he saw Wu Tianlei being carried away.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant; it's useless."

Wang Weikang snorted coldly, hurried to Wu Tianlei's stretcher, and anxiously examined him in various ways.

When he realized Wu Tianlei's injuries were severe enough to affect his cultivation, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He gave Lu Jing a cold stare and said, "Kid, you have no sense of propriety; aren't you afraid your own family will be implicated by you?"

Hearing Wang Weikang threaten him with his family, Lu Jing's expression turned icy, and murderous intent rose in his heart.

He moved his lips slightly, sending a telepathic message into Wang Weikang's ear with his spirit power.

Wang Weikang was first stunned, then nodded oddly, a grim smile appearing on his face, "Fine, I'll be waiting for you!"

After speaking, he dragged Wu Tianlei's stretcher toward the infirmary.

"Lu Jing of Mufu Martial University wins! Successfully advances to the finals!"

After the farce ended, the woman herself took the stage to announce Lu Jing's victory.

Only then did the stunned audience finally come to their senses.

What was expected to be an evenly matched battle turned into Lu Jing easily disabling Wu Tianlei.

Xu Kuang watched Lu Jing on the arena and wanted to shout "Lu Jing is awesome!"

But unfortunately his injuries prevented him from speaking loudly.

The previous scene was truly breathtaking; at this moment he finally realized the kind of power Lu Jing possesses, capable of pushing the Extreme Tower sideways.

No wonder he's the undisputed number one of the martial university!

"Good kid, the unusual thunder level inside him isn't low; the kirin he just manifested was vivid and lively, truly eye‑opening."

Wu Xinghuo let out a sigh.

"What I care more about is that kid's terrifying Martial Way talent..."

Ran Jianfeng whispered, "If he were to unite with Ranqingmo, their child would surely possess the bearing of a dragon ruler!"

"No way, Old Ran, the fate hasn't even taken a stroke yet, and you're already thinking of their child's name?"

Wu Xinghuo laughed heartily, feeling a sudden admiration for talent, though sadly he has no granddaughter.

As Lu Jing stepped down from the arena, thunderous cheers rang through the training hall again.

"Lu Jing!"

"The undisputed number one!"

Lu Jing's fans, as if celebrating the New Year, stood up and reveled.

"Lu Jing is too strong; Wu Tianlei looks like a child before him, easily handled."

"Exactly, if Lu Jing wanted, a single move could finish Wu Tianlei!"

"Wu Tianlei lost so easily; is there any point in the upcoming finals? I'd say just give the Champion spot to Lu Jing..."

"The final between Cheng Miaomiao and Lu Jing doesn't seem to hold much suspense."

"Both have strong talents; among all participants in the Martial Way Tournament, they're among the younger, seemingly under twenty years old."

Lu Jing listened to the crowd's chatter while heading toward Mufu Martial University's lounge.

Not far away, NieZhenghao greeted him with a beaming smile, "Lu Jing, you're amazing; just one more final, and once you win you'll be the Champion! From today, Mufu Martial University can hold its head high!"

Lu Jing smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, Principal Nie, no problem."

He looked at Xu Kuang, who was lying nearby resting, and said, "Xu Kuang, did you enjoy the show just now?"

"Thrilling! It was beyond thrilling!"

Xu Kuang's face was excited; if he weren't confined to lying down, he'd leap three feet high.

"Let's go, let's have lunch in the cafeteria; the finals are this afternoon."

NieZhenghao patted Lu Jing's shoulder and led the way to the cafeteria.

At that moment, two graceful figures floated in.

Lu Jing looked up; he recognized one of them, having seen her compete—she was his final opponent, Cheng Miaomiao.

The person beside Cheng Miaomiao also looked familiar; she was the girl who nodded at him on the first day.

The two women linked arms, forming a striking scenery, drawing everyone's gaze as they walked.

"Whoa, where did this gorgeous beauty come from!"

Zhugeqing made a pig‑like face, drool almost spilling out.

"Hey, they seem to be coming this way......"

"Lu Jing, I finally found you."

Cheng Miaomiao wore a smile, their clear eyes fixed on Lu Jing, and they stepped lightly to his side.

"What do you want me for?"

Lu Jing asked.

"About this afternoon's final, may I make a request?"

Cheng Miaomiao showed a pleading expression, "The kirin you just conjured was truly stunning; could you hold off on that technique for a moment? I want to trade a punch with you."

"You mean we each throw one punch, and that punch decides the winner?"

"No, no, no, I know I can't beat you; I just simply want to experience your punching power. No matter the result, I'll concede after that one punch."

Cheng Miaomiao stared eagerly at Lu Jing.

"Fine, I accept."

Lu Jing nodded in agreement.

Even if Cheng Miaomiao hadn't brought it up, he had already made this plan: end the battle with one punch and quickly move on to the next stage.

This is the main event of today.

"Thank you!"

Cheng Miaomiao's brows instantly relaxed, and she said with a smile, "As a thank you, I can introduce my best friend to you!"

"Here, her name is Ranqingmo; you two should get acquainted!"

Ranqingmo was nudged forward by Cheng Miaomiao; she blinked in slight surprise, both amused and exasperated.

"Lu Jing, hello; this isn't our first meeting."

Out of politeness, Ranqingmo extended her right hand.