Chapter 297: Find a Girlfriend, the Finals Begin (1)

Hello.

Lu Jing likewise extended his right hand and clasped the other's.

He looked at Ranqingmo's face, which seemed untouched by worldly smoke, and at the jade‑like hand in his grip, smooth and tender as spring scallions, and felt it was quite nice.

"Alright, a simple handshake is enough; why keep holding on?"

Cheng Miaomiao teased playfully.

"Lu Jing, remember our promise, see you this afternoon."

Having said that, he pulled Ranqingmo away from here.

"That little girl called Cheng Miaomiao isn't bad," NieZhenghao said to Lu Jing: "She's cute, has a good personality, very polite, and I think she might be interested in you."

Lu Jing smiled; he knew NieZhenghao was teasing him, so he simply said nothing.

"Lu Jing, don't you want to find a girlfriend? After you graduate, you'll have even less time."

Zhugeqing came over and said: "Trust me, you must secure a girlfriend during your time at the Martial University..."

Afternoon.

The final showdown began.

The arena was still packed, everyone waiting for Lu Jing and Cheng Miaomiao to take the stage.

Lu Jing was at the spectator seat, eyes closed, resting his spirit; his posture slouched lazily against the back of the chair, and anyone unaware would think he had fallen asleep.

In fact, Lu Jing's spiritual power had already extended outward, covering nearly half of Jinghuawudaochang.

He was searching for Wang Weikang's presence; there was still a promise between them.

Soon, Lu Jing saw a group of Taiwu Martial Hall members in a lounge, with Wang Weikang among them.

"Tian Lei, hasn't woken up yet?"

Wang Weikang asked.

Chang Xiangyang, squatting by the sickbed, stood up, sighed, and said: "His injuries are too severe; even after taking Dan Medicine, he needs time to recover, and the doctor also said..."

Chang Xiangyang's voice grew fainter, until finally nothing could be heard.

Wang Weikang furrowed his brow, "What did the doctor say? Speak up!"

"Master, the doctor said senior brother's Martial Way is ruined; even if healed, Blood Qi circulation will be blocked, and he cannot engage in vigorous activity..."

There was a hint of sobbing in Chang Xiangyang's tone.

He still respected his senior brother; although Wu Tianlei was usually arrogant and overbearing, he was kind to his own people.

"Sigh..."

Wang Weikang sighed, as if he had instantly aged a dozen years.

He knew that Taiwu Martial Hall would plummet from now on.

"It's all that wicked woman's fault, she urged senior brother to oppose Lu Jing; otherwise he wouldn't be in this situation now!"

Chang Xiangyang gritted his teeth; the foreign woman who always stuck to Wu Tianlei's side had vanished, unknown where she went.

"Enough, stop mentioning her," Wang Weikang said coldly, "I saw long ago that Ni Shang Shana's approach to Tian Lei was ill‑intentioned; now that Tian Lei is in trouble, she doesn't even glance at him."

He added, "But the root cause of all this is still Lu Jing; after that duel, he sent me a message saying that after the finals, he would invite me onto the stage for a match..."

"What, Lu Jing actually invited you, master, to spar with him?!"

Chang Xiangyang was startled; although Lu Jing was powerful, his own master was at the late stage of the Martial Marquis Realm, so Lu Jing's move was like striking a stone with an egg.

"Hmm, I agreed to him; as long as he dares to speak, I will dare to take his life!"

Wang Weikang inhaled deeply, gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't end his future and destroy him, my heart won't be at peace..."

Lu Jing withdrew his spiritual power, catching the master–disciple conversation of Wang Weikang in his ears.

The other's current state was exactly what he expected.

Openly threatening his own family means he must be ready to be killed.

Lu Jing clenched his fist; he despises anyone using his parents against him—it's his Achilles' heel, and anyone who touches it must be slain.

"Has Ni Shang Shana already left Jinghuawudaochang?"

Lu Jing swept the area with his spiritual power but found no trace of her.

He guessed she saw Wu Tianlei's defeat, feared Lu Jing's retribution, and fled.

"The finals are about to start!"

"Yay, the final battle, who the Champion will go to—let's see in this match!"

"Bold prediction: Lu Jing wins, Cheng Miaomiao narrowly loses."

"Betting opposite the tournament, villa by the sea, I've already backed Cheng Miaomiao to win; whether I get rich today depends on this!"

Finally, the time for the ultimate battle arrived.

The atmosphere on and off the stage suddenly turned serious and tense; even the leisurely music hovering overhead switched to a resonant battle anthem.

Unlike the audience's tension, Lu Jing and Cheng Miaomiao, as contestants, remained remarkably calm.

Cheng Miaomiao even chatted and laughed with Ranqingmo about what to eat that night.

"Go quickly, Lu Jing is already on stage."

Ranqingmo reminded.

"Alright, I'll be back soon."

Cheng Miaomiao smiled, hopping onto the ring.

"Please welcome Mufu Martial University's Lu Jing and the Cheng family's Cheng Miaomiao to the stage for the final showdown!"

The judge's resonant voice rang out, instantly drawing a wave of cheers.

The final battle didn't start as before, with contestants immediately fighting upon stepping up.

Instead, a large screen began playing their biographies and introductions.

Lu Jing stood calmly on the platform, waiting for the match to begin.

Cheng Miaomiao was somewhat impatient; the procedure was made overly tedious.

Only after another ten minutes passed once both were on stage did the big screen go dark, and the referee announced the start of the finals.

"Lu Jing, are you ready to throw a punch?"

Cheng Miaomiao said with a smile.

"Yeah, you go first."

Lu Jing stood casually in place.

"Good!"

Cheng Miaomiao didn't stand on ceremony either, directly assuming a fighting stance.

In her sight, the Lu Jing opposite her seemed like a towering mountain, a deep sea, a spreading shadow of terror.

"It seems only by facing him directly can one truly feel this sense of helplessness..."

Cheng Miaomiao muttered to herself.

In the vast arena, silence fell for a moment; not a single person spoke, all attention focused on the two.

Only see both had assumed fighting stances, as if they were about to exchange punches?

"Whoo—"

Cheng Miaomiao took a deep breath, stepping forward with her legs.

Her feet left a series of cracks on the hard ground.

Immediately, her muscles bulged as if she'd taken steroids, transforming from a cute loli into a muscular woman.

As her muscles grew, a scalp‑tingling Fist Intent erupted explosively.

"Turns out she also grasped Fist Intent; no wonder she's confident to exchange punches with me..."

Lu Jing watched calmly, fully aware in his heart.

"Hah—"

Cheng Miaomiao let out a fierce shout, clenched her fist, stepped forward, and surged ahead.