Chapter 369: Challenging the General Star, Another Spirit‑type Talent

"So, this is too coincidental; are we really supposed to wait for him here for a week?"

Gongyuande stood beside Liuyan, scanned the military department, his eyes full of arrogance and contempt.

The elite offspring of these great families naturally look down on the penniless, low‑status foot soldiers.

Dong Ningxue gave the two a cold stare; from their tone she sensed they were not friendly.

However, the aura around them was extremely strong; Dong Ningxue guessed they possessed at least Martial Lord Realm strength.

"Who are you to speak disrespectfully to Lu Jing General Star!"

The surrounding military officers could no longer stand it; many had been helped by Lu Jing, even saved by him, and hearing Gongyuande's arrogant tone, they instantly became restless.

"I didn't expect Lu Jing to be so popular in the military department..."

Liuyan frowned slightly, snapped his folding fan shut, and said, "I am Liuyan of the capital Liuyuan family; I came to challenge the so‑called General Star of the military department and see how much strength he truly has!"

The officer who had just spoken sneered, "With just you, you still challenge a General Star? Overreaching!"

"Exactly, not even Lu Jing General Star— even if you pull out anyone at random, you couldn't be a match!"

The soldiers beside them echoed in agreement.

"Ignorant!"

Liuyan's expression turned sour, he snorted coldly, his aura spreading, even the air seemed suppressed, "What are you, not even worthy to stand beside me?"

As his words fell, the early‑stage Martial Lord Realm momentum compressed without restraint and then burst outward, raising layers of heat wave.

The officers and soldiers who had just spoken were instantly blown away by the wave.

"Stop!"

Dong Ningxue shouted angrily, about to step forward to intervene, when someone moved ahead of her.

A stout, upright‑looking middle‑aged man emerged, surrounded by a group of soldiers.

"Dong Ningxue, you're not his match; let me handle it."

Wen Yuanwei shouted loudly.

He had returned to headquarters to deliver a mission and happened to hear Liuyan's and the other's arrogant words.

Not long ago Wen Yuanwei had been saved from death by Lu Jing, so he could not stand by idly.

"Do you know the consequences of injuring someone in the military district?"

Wen Yuanwei asked coldly.

Liuyan stared at Wen Yuanwei, his eyes flickered; after confirming the other's strength, he gradually became serious.

"I came to challenge the military district's General Star; I already informed the district's leaders in advance. Any problem?"

"No problem," Wen Yuanwei squeezed his fist, "If you want to challenge a General Star, you must first get past me!"

The next second, Wen Yuanwei's aura flared fully, his Martial Lord Realm Blood Qi surged like a sea, forming rising war smoke like a scorching sun.

"Since you're courting death, you can't blame me."

Liuyan brandished his folding fan and slammed it down hard.

Boom—

The two collided, raising clouds of dust.

The onlookers retreated, the clash of two Martial Lords produced residual shockwaves that were extremely lethal.

When the dust cleared, the crowd finally saw what lay inside.

Wen Yuanwei remained perfectly still, yet Liuyan on the opposite side was indeed punched nearly three meters away.

"Good! Good!"

"Wen, impressive!"

"Teach this clueless brat a lesson!"

The officer among the watching soldiers boiled instantly; from this strike it was clear Wen Yuanwei had the upper hand.

Wen Yuanwei retracted his fist, stood upright, moved his neck, and emitted a crackle‑pop of bone‑bursting sound.

"With just you, still daring to challenge a General Star—what a colossal joke; Lu Jing General Star could deal with you with a flick of a finger."

Liuyan shook his head, a vague smile appearing on his face.

"Your strength is decent, but if the entire military district were like you, it would be rather dull."

As his words fell, Liuyan tossed his folding fan into the air.

The fan instantly shattered, seven fan ribs floated like tiny swords, whirling swiftly.

Upon close inspection, the grip of each rib was jade, while the upper part was made of shining mithril.

"You're a Talent Endowed of the Spirit type?!"

Wen Yuanwei blinked slightly, now understanding the other's fearless demeanor.

"Indeed, I heard Lu Jing is also a Talent Endowed of the Spirit type; I can't wait to spar with him."

Liuyan scanned the crowd, clearly enjoying the surprise on everyone's faces.

Then, with a flick of his hand, cold sword aura erupted around him, the fan ribs turned into streaks of light and surged toward Wen Yuanwei.

A Talent Endowed of the Spirit type relies on surprise; Liuyan struck the moment he finished speaking, giving it a hint of ambush.

After the brief exchange, Liuyan realized Wen Yuanwei was hard to handle; the older man's Blood Qi was denser, and to win he would need to show real skill.

Sharp, cold‑glinting fan ribs flew instantly; wherever they passed, the air was sliced, accompanied by a wailing, sobbing sound.

Wen Yuanwei's pupils narrowed; he hadn't expected such terrifying power hidden within those fan ribs.

Clang—

Wen Yuanwei drew the long spear on his back, forming an airtight defensive wall before him.

Ping‑pong—

When the fan ribs reached half a meter from Wen Yuanwei, the wall blocked them, splashing a metallic clang.

Although he blocked the first wave of attacks, Wen Yuanwei's body kept retreating under the impact, and a long scrape appeared under his feet.

However, the terror of a mental-system Talent Endowed lies in the fact that its attacks are impossible to defend against.

Only to see the fan rib that was originally headed for the defensive wall suddenly change direction, sweeping toward Wen Yuanwei's side.

"What?!"

Wen Yuanwei broke out in a cold sweat on his back; this sudden development left him unable to sense it.

"It's over, Lord Wen is going to get hurt!"

"Damn it, this Liu family brat is vicious!"

Pfft—

With Wen Yuanwei's effort, he forcibly shifted his body slightly to the side, letting the incoming fan rib graze his waist, leaving a half-centimeter-deep wound.

At this point, Wen Yuanwei already had the intention to retreat; if that attack came again, or if it struck a vital spot...

"The military's experts? That's it? Not worth a single strike!"

Liuyan once again donned that look of contempt for all, sparking anger in many.

"You!"

Wen Yuanwei, mocked like this, saw his honest face turn bright red.

He no longer defended, gripping his spear and charging at Liuyan.

Liuyan curled the corner of his mouth into a smile; if Wen Yuanwei continued to defend, he might still have to expend some effort.

But now, the opponent is full of flaws, the outcome is already decided.

Clang—

As the fan ribs flew out, Liuyan's figure suddenly retreated.

Boom boom—

After waving his spear and knocking away several fan ribs, two still stabbed toward Wen Yuanwei's chest and head.

Both spots are vital; if struck, he would either die or lose his fighting ability.

Wen Yuanwei gritted his teeth, threw his spear, actually intending to trade lives with his opponent.