Chapter 298: Champion, Demon God! (2)

On her fist, layer upon layer of terrifying aura waves kept expanding outward, as if she were shouldering a volcano in eruption.

The visible Fist Intent raged forward; this is the strongest punch Cheng Miaomiao can now deliver!

When facing other enemies, Cheng Miaomiao would more or less hold back some force, fearing she might kill the opponent with a single blow.

Because she was born with divine strength—lifting a cauldron at three, raising an elephant at five—no peer could ever withstand her fist.

Lu Jing was different; after observing Cheng Miaomiao, Lu Jing's power seemed even more terrifying than that of a Talent Endowed with a strength type, truly a human monster.

So Cheng Miaomiao was excited; she could finally throw a punch with her full strength.

This punch would let the brilliance of the foremost scion Cheng Miaomiao fully bloom.

The onlookers in the arena showed moved expressions, anticipating the clash of the two.

The cameraman stepped back with his camera, fearing the aftershocks of the upcoming battle might damage the equipment.

Hoo—

The Fist Intent surged, semi‑transparent yang energy wrapped the fist, forming a dragon‑like vortex made of Fist Intent, charging straight toward Lu Jing.

Lu Jing stood still, seeing a twisted zone appear between himself and Cheng Miaomiao.

Within that zone, Lu Jing's arm felt a faint pain.

This startled him, then filled him with great joy.

"Cheng Miaomiao really is strong…"

Lu Jing licked his lips, and brilliant light burst from his eyes.

In the next instant, his arm summoned raging winds that tore the air, lifting the ground beneath into a long trench.

The very rules of heaven and earth seemed easily tugged by his raised hand.

His fair five fingers clenched into a fist, emitting a terrifying, shrill sonic boom.

Then Lu Jing slowly extended the punch; strange golden light flickered on the knuckles, as if celestial.

Bang—

Compared with Cheng Miaomiao's thunderous punch, Lu Jing's fist was almost negligible.

Yet that negligible fist easily shredded Cheng Miaomiao's volcano‑like Fist Intent.

Snap—

Wherever Lu Jing's fist reached, it crushed her Fist Intent piece by piece like a whirlwind.

Immediately, a blasting sound rang out.

Boom—

A silhouette shot out like a cannonball.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the arena, a spark of fire flashing in their eyes before it blossomed into a sea of flames.

The scene on the arena could be described as sparks spreading like wildfire, a total mess.

Lu Jing had only thrown one punch, not yet satisfied; his figure shifted and suddenly appeared beside the backward‑flying silhouette.

Cheng Miaomiao was still dazed from being knocked flying by Lu Jing's punch; seeing Lu Jing rush toward her, she shouted in panic:

"Lu Jing, stop, I concede!"

She was startled; another punch might have ended her right there.

With Cheng Miaomiao's concession, staff who had been waiting for a long time quickly came onto the stage and separated the two.

For a moment, the whole venue fell silent.

Everyone's gaze focused on Lu Jing, seeing the pale golden, ultimate Fist Intent on his body.

Many who stared for long felt an indescribable shiver of fear, a tremor deep in their hearts.

In the lightning‑type talent showdown, Lu Jing summoned the Divine Beast Qilin, crushing Wu Tianlei.

In the contest of punch strength and Fist Intent, Lu Jing easily knocked flying Cheng Miaomiao, who many had high hopes for.

"Lu Jing's talent truly defies the heavens, perfect to the point of not seeming human!"

"I thought Lu Jing and Cheng Miaomiao would have a fierce battle, but it was settled with a single punch—what's going on?"

"Unprecedented! Unprecedented! Everyone should know, Lu Jing is just a freshman; as a first‑year student he seized the Champion title—what does that even mean?!"

Under waves of shocked, stunned, and excited gazes, Lu Jing stretched his body, just as he was about to leave the stage, a staff member stopped him.

"Lu Jing, could you please stay on stage a moment? We need to announce the Champion's affiliation for this National Youth Martial Way Tournament."

"Alright."

Lu Jing nodded in agreement.

Immediately.

The woman who read the rules earlier stepped onto the stage again.

"The final winner of this National Youth Martial Way Tournament, Mufu Martial Great Lu Jing!"

"Ranked first, the Champion of this Martial Way Tournament!!"

The woman announced loudly; as a Martial Lord strongman, her voice now carried a strong excitement and disbelief.

Indeed.

Who could have imagined Lu Jing turning the semifinals and finals into such a crushing scenario—it's unimaginable!

Since the inaugural edition of the Martial Way Tournament, Lu Jing has been the only one—there was no precedent before, and likely none will follow.

Especially among the stronger spectators, they noticed that Lu Jing still held back on that final punch; just how strong is his true power?!

As the woman shouted, the entire Jinghuawudaochang first fell into a death‑like silence.

Then, a thunderous cheer rang across the heavens.

"Lu Jing is awesome! My Mufu Martial Great is awesome!"

Zhugeqing jumped up excitedly, shouting at the top of their lungs.

In the next moment, Xu Kuang, NieZhenghao and a few others were also infected, and cheers rang out everywhere.

For a moment, Lu Jing's name became the only sound in the Martial Way arena.

At the same time, major media outlets rushed to report.

On the livestream screen, the bold text popped up: 【This year's National Youth Martial Way Tournament, Champion Lu Jing!】

Many people began spamming bullet comments, making it as lively as the New Year.

Eastern Military Region.

Situjun, the war zone's supreme commander, looked at the big screen and exhaled a long breath.

At that moment, he was excited to the point of trembling, a reaction of being shocked and humbled by Lu Jing's talent.

The seedling that was once an investment has now grown into a towering tree!

And it is a lush divine tree that will eventually pierce the heavens!

From start to finish, it was almost all one move that defeated enemies and crushed major martial halls and families, truly worthy of Huaguo's Dragon Imperial New Star.

That mountain‑range‑like Qilin, together with the space‑ripping Fist Intent, was like a Demon God.

"When he graduates and joins my Eastern Military Region, our region's strength will quickly surge to the forefront!"

Situjun felt a surge of exhilaration in his chest, wanting to roar loudly.

On site, a reporter interviewed an audience member who was so excited his face turned red, "Hello, after watching Lu Jing's duel, what do you think of him?"

"My assessment is: Lu Jing is awesome! Demon God Lu Jing!"

His shout of "Demon God Lu Jing" instantly rallied everyone in the venue again, then quickly spread throughout the entire dojo.

In just a few breaths, almost all the audience stood up, shouting: "Demon God! Lu Jing!!"

The voices rose like mountain‑calling tsunamis, wave after wave......