Chapter 302: Injured, Defeated? (2)

Feng Qinru was reminded by Lu Haitao in that way, and she also came to her senses.

"Such a nationwide event, without a script it's definitely impossible......"

Her voice trembled slightly as she looked at Lu Haitao, her eyes filled with panic.

They said that, but nobody really knows whether it's a script or not.

Moreover, seeing Lu Jing and the opponent tense and ready, they're sure to fight soon.

"Leyi, you're online often, you know more than us—do you think this is a script?"

The crowd gathered around Lu Leyi and asked.

"Well... I'm not sure, but if it's not a script, my brother wouldn't do something so foolish......"

Lu Leyi said softly.

She knew deep down that a martial arts livestream like this could never be scripted; to guarantee the tournament's fairness, such things are strictly prohibited.

But seeing her parents' anxious expressions, Lu Leyi could only go along with what everyone was saying.

"Let's just watch for now; the match is about to start. In a martial arts bout you can concede, right? If my brother really can't win, he'll definitely concede."

On the platform, the referee was already in position.

"Both competitors are ready; the martial arts match begins now!!"

With the referee's shout, everyone's hearts leapt to their throats.

"Kid, when I'm about to beat you to death later, don't go wagging your tail and conceding, okay?!"

Wang Weikang's eyes were full of cold killing intent as he twisted his neck, emitting a series of cracking bone sounds.

"Old thing, rest assured—I won't give you a chance to concede; today we'll decide superiority and settle life and death."

Lu Jing muttered, the murderous light and sharp gleam in his eyes fully revealed.

"Holy shit, is Lu Jing really going to fight to the death with his opponent?"

"That's insane, he truly isn't afraid of death."

"His strength is right there—what's the problem?!"

Just as everyone was shocked by Lu Jing's arrogant remark, suddenly his figure moved.

"Holy shit, Lu Jing actually struck first!"

"I never imagined, even if I were beaten to death, that a student under twenty would actively attack a Martial Marquis Realm cultivator in his forties!!"

Someone cried out in surprise.

Yes, Lu Jing broke from his usual behavior and chose to take the initiative.

With the force of a volcanic eruption, he thrust forward violently, raising his right hand and tearing open the ground, sending large chunks of stone flying.

The Fist Intent attached to that punch was overbearing and peerless, forcing many nearby spectators to scatter.

Wang Weikang gave a cold snort, not dodging or avoiding, his eyes flashing with madness as he likewise assumed a boxing stance and went forward.

Boom—

Their fists collided like a blazing sun exploding on the platform, a surging wave of destructive energy bursting outward in all directions.

Deafening explosion sounds and the wailing of the shockwave rang incessantly.

As the blazing sun gradually faded, everyone could see the scene on the platform clearly.

Only a figure could be seen darting back and forth, accompanied by a series of clangs as fists struck solid iron.

That was Lu Jing continuously swinging his fists at Wang Weikang.

"This guy's punches are so strong......"

Wang Weikang had his arms crossed before his chest, the continual blows forcing him to grit his teeth.

In just a breath's time, Lu Jing had already left a dozen or so fist marks of varying depth on his body.

Wang Weikang's hard‑qi training, combined with his rich combat experience, tightly guarded his vital spots.

His injuries now look severe, but they don't hinder his fighting.

Mainly, his speed can't keep up with Lu Jing's, so he can only choose to defend.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, Lu Jing's figure halted, a flash of bluish‑purple light bursting in his eyes.

Purple Sky Transformation!

Instantly his body was enveloped in lightning, a ferocious thunder armor forming rapidly, making him look like a divine general born of the thunder!

The Perfection Realm Fist Intent surged forth, wrapped in a power that inspires fear......

Boom—

In the flash of lightning and stone, it was as if lightning streaked across.

Lu Jing's this punch had already struck Wang Weikang's chest.

"This guy's Blood Qi has actually surged by this much!"

Wang Weikang's pupils contracted slightly, his eyes nearly bursting.

"Black Tortoise Protection!"

Only a layer of green hexagonal patterns rose from Wang Weikang's body, protecting him like an impenetrable turtle shell.

Bang—

Though the turtle shell looked as thin as a cicada's wing, it dissipated most of Lu Jing's punch force.

Even the reduced punch still sent Wang Weikang flying backward ten or so meters, blood spilling from his mouth.

Boom—

Lu Jing stepped on the ground, his figure vanished again, and he gave chase.

He raged like a madman, his fists crackling with dazzling lightning, his attacks falling like raindrops in a violent storm without cease!

"This is Wang Weikang's innate ability, the Black Tortoise Shield!"

"Someone on the field shouted loudly."

"Xuanwu, which is the tortoise and snake giving birth to each other, the tortoise defends while the snake attacks, combining offense and defense."

"It not only strengthens defense but also greatly increases Wang Weikang's Blood Qi."

"Damn, I can't even fight back against this punch; its force is actually that of a Master Realm expert—this is too terrifying......"

"Wang Weikang clenched his teeth and muttered to himself."

"At this moment, on the live broadcast platform."

"Holy shit, is this for real? Lu Jing is beating down Wang Weikang!!"

"As expected of our great Lu Jing, facing an opponent one major realm higher, he actually manages to create a one-sided situation!!"

"Don't get too excited too early—look closely, Wang Weikang hasn't really been hurt; he's looking for a chance to counterattack, and Lu Jing doesn't have such strong defenses—if he gets hit by a single punch, he might vomit blood and lose his fighting ability outright!"

"In the audience seats, it was much quieter; everyone fell into self-doubt."

"Crazy—am I crazy, or is this world crazy?!"

"Watching Lu Jing throw punch after punch, driving Wang Weikang into constant retreat, Cheng Miaomiao's lips trembled uncontrollably."

"This guy wasn't even serious when we exchanged punches; if he got serious, any random punch could kill me......"

"Beside her, Ranqingmo remained silent, her beautiful eyes fixed tightly on the constantly flashing figure, her breathing rapid."

"Just then, Wang Weikang, who had been passively taking hits, finally found an opportunity."

"He stepped forward a beat, locked onto Lu Jing's position, and thrust out both fists!"

"Boom——"

"This punch slammed hard into Lu Jing's shoulder, shaking his upper clothing into strips."

"But the next moment, Lu Jing, as if unharmed, struck Wang Weikang's face with his other palm, twisting and deforming his entire face, knocking out several teeth."

"Lu Jing got hit!"

"It's over—this punch will probably shatter Lu Jing's shoulder!"

"Losing a hand, the upcoming fight will be tough......"

"At the same time, inside a villa in Anwu City."

"Lu Haitao and his wife, along with a bunch of relatives, saw this scene and were frightened into covering their eyes."

"Brother!"

"Lu Leyi was also startled, her whole body tensing up."

"Could this still be a script? Little Jing got hit like that—what are we supposed to do?!"

"Feng Qinru's voice carried a hint of sobbing."