Chapter 62: Unable to Endure Any Longer

Zhang Hao's movements slowed considerably, he couldn't dodge in time and was slashed in the abdomen.

Puchi!

This slash actually tore Zhang Hao's abdominal clothing and left a bloodstain on his skin.

"Can a wooden sword have this kind of lethal power?"

Lu Jing furrowed his brows slightly, extending his mental power over the stage.

Soon he noticed something odd: the wooden sword in Wu Fei's hand seemed off, the tip appeared to be some kind of alloy dyed to look like wood.

Moreover, it had been coated with some chemical agent that seeped into Zhang Hao's wound.

Only Lu Jing noticed these details.

He quickly stood up, pushed through the crowd, and walked toward the stage.

Seeing blood from his strike, Wu Fei's usually expressionless face flashed a cold smile, then he charged again.

Zhang Hao hastily retreated, raising his wooden sword to block Wu Fei's attack.

But the next moment, his whole body froze; no matter how hard he tried, he seemed not to be in control, utterly still.

"What's happening to me......"

Zhang Hao tried to speak, but his tongue and lips went numb, unable to make any sound.

"Hey, dodge quickly!"

"What's wrong with this guy? Others hit him and he doesn't move at all?"

"Haha, maybe he was scared stupid?"

The students below the stage chattered anxiously as they saw Wu Fei's long blade slash toward Zhang Hao's face, leaving a long scar on his face.

"His body is out of control!"

Leng Yueyue also sensed something wrong; she quickly rose and chased after Lu Jing.

Lu Jing walked to the front of the stage, seeing Zhang Hao being beaten one-sidedly, his anger surged.

"What a clever scheme!"

Lu Jing's face turned icy cold; Ye Shaohua had arranged for this student with 13 Blood Qi to enter, and gave him a specially made wooden sword.

The wooden sword must have been coated with some neurotoxin, which entered through the cut on Zhang Hao's skin.

Everything was done flawlessly; if Lu Jing lacked mental power, he would never have noticed the clues.

"Hey, student, please don't stand so close to the stage; step back a bit."

The referee blocked Lu Jing's path and said sternly.

"Zhang Hao, admit defeat quickly!"

Lu Jing completely ignored the referee, rushing straight to the stage's edge and shouting at Zhang Hao.

His actions and shout instantly drew everyone's attention.

"Isn't that Lu Jing? What is he doing?"

"The one getting beaten on stage looks like his friend; he probably wants to help his friend."

"Doing that offstage isn't against the rules, is it?"

"Exactly, this is too much; this is a military assessment site!"

Many nearby students who had long envied and resented Lu Jing began to sneer.

Lu Jing ignored them, focusing all his attention on Zhang Hao.

If anything happened to Zhang Hao on the stage, Lu Jing would never forgive himself.

He now understood that Zhang Hao had been specially chosen by Ye Shaohua to take revenge on him.

Doing all this was likely meant to provoke him into attacking Ye Shaohua.

At this moment, Zhang Hao remained motionless, being frenziedly abused by Wu Fei wielding a wooden sword, bloodstains covering his body.

In the end, Wu Fei even threw away the wooden sword and attacked with his fists.

A punch to Zhang Hao's jaw sent him flying several meters.

As he landed, he spurted blood; his jaw was clearly broken.

Zhang Hao's gaze shifted from earlier confusion and bewilderment to numb emptiness.

He felt like a corpse, being arbitrarily beaten by Wu Fei.

Now not only Lu Jing, but others also sensed something was wrong.

"This Zhang Hao...... seems to have a problem."

"Can this guy take a beating like that? He's almost a pig's head and doesn't even cry out."

"It shouldn't be just toughness; if he keeps getting hit he'll die, and he's not an idiot."

"Then why won't he surrender? As long as he's conscious, not surrendering means he must keep fighting!"

The crowd below watched Zhang Hao being brutally beaten and commented.

Lu Jing wanted to rush onto the stage, but the referee grabbed his arm.

Zhang Hao is already in this state, yet the referee remains indifferent; he's likely been bribed by Ye Shaohua.

"Student Lu Jing, please return to your seat immediately, otherwise I'll report you to the superiors—you're interfering with the assessment!"

"I'm interfering, damn it!"

Lu Jing swung his arm, directly throwing the referee aside.

At that moment, Leng Yueyue also caught up, anxiously saying: "Lu Jing, don't act rashly; I've already contacted our city's Martial Arts Association—they'll be here soon!"

"It's too late......"

Lu Jing's eyes turned icy: "Since you wanted to provoke me, well done—you succeeded."

Lu Jing turned his head toward the backstage, seeing Ye Shaohua and Li Wu walk out, wearing mocking smiles.

Ye Shaohua saw Lu Jing looking over, placed his palm horizontally on his neck, making a throat-slitting gesture.

Lu Jing withdrew his gaze and walked onto the stage.

However, Leng Yueyue behind him grabbed Lu Jing again.

"Lu Jing, calm down first; doing this will totally offend the military, you might even be blacklisted and lose your eligibility to join the military!"

"Blacklist?"

Lu Jing tilted his head, seeming not to understand, and asked, "Then what?"

"Then what?"

Leng Yueyue was stunned by the words.

It wasn't because of Lu Jing's words, but because his bloodthirsty gaze frightened her.

In Lu Jing's eyes, deep and bottomless like a black pool, flickered a dark blue light.

That look almost made her fall in, and by the time she came to, she was already breaking out in a cold sweat.

Amid the crowd's clamor and boos, Lu Jing strode onto the fighting platform.

"Hey, he actually went up there, what guts!"

"Lu Jing is done; even if his talent is great, opposing the officials will never end well..."

There were also many calm voices among them.

"Don't you think Zhang Hao's behavior is abnormal? This is about to turn deadly; Lu Jing going up to stop him is the right thing to do!"

"It's abnormal, but the referee didn't call a halt; why did he rush up and even injure the referee?"

"Exactly, the referee is a professional; what gives him the right to question the referee?"

Watching Lu Jing shake off the referee and stride onto the fighting platform, Ye Shaohua smiled even happier and burst into applause.

"Uncle Li, well done; there'll be a reward when you get back!"

"Thank you, young master," Li Wu said, bowing slightly with a cold smile, "the good show has just begun; he won't escape his fate today."

"Hmm, I was afraid we'd go too far, but he's so cooperative—he not only injured the referee but also jumped onto the fighting platform; now even if we beat him to death, the higher-ups probably won't say anything."

Ye Shaohua's eyes flashed with red light, he clenched his fists, and a scorching flame aura burst from his body.

"Young master, according to regulations, someone who threatens public order can be executed first and reported later."