Chapter 63: Chapter Sixty‑Three: Fury

Hmm, then let's see how this kid performs; if he behaves, I can spare his life.

Good grief, I've lived this long and this is the first time I've met someone who dares to oppose me.

Ye Shaohua's lips curled up as he strode toward the seat.

He did not try to stop Lu Jing, but instead watched the show quietly from the VIP seats.

Is that black‑clad student on stage the one you brought in?

Yes, young master—I just paid a bit to buy him off; I specifically ordered that he hold nothing back, the harder he hits, the higher the price!

Haha, well done!

Ye Shaohua tapped his fingertips on the armrest, his eyes narrowed slightly, and beneath his handsome face lurked what seemed like a demon.

Suddenly he recalled something, waved his hand, and ordered:

Right, don't let him so easily go on stage to rescue someone—arrange a few people to intercept him.

At that moment he felt everyone was merely a pawn for him to manipulate, a toy for his amusement.

I'd like to see how you intend to play this out.

The referee shaken off by Lu Jing received the order, gritted his teeth, and called a few other school referees to rush forward together.

Lu Jing! Just now was only a warning—I didn't expect you to be so bold; take another step forward and don't blame us for being rude!

Exactly, don't be too arrogant—offending the military brings no good outcome; not only will we pursue your responsibility, but it will also stay permanently on your record, making any future attempt to join the military pure fantasy!

Oh? Is that all?

Lu Jing snorted, completely ignoring the few referees shouting nearby.

Personal file? Record it however you like; as long as I'm strong enough, it's just a scrap of paper.

As for not being able to enter the military, Lu Jing would actually welcome that.

Even if later military bigwigs kneel before him, he would still not join.

Fine, then don't blame us for forgetting old ties—in order to maintain examination order, the law‑enforcement team, quickly take him down!

With the referee's command, several burly men in military uniforms stepped forward.

Lu Jing frowned, 'Really, annoying flies.'

The referee who had spoken earlier led a squad of soldiers to surround Lu Jing.

Then he grinned at Lu Jing, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

Kid, your attitude toward a teacher is unacceptable; no matter what, I am a Third‑Realm Martial Artist, your senior.

Up, grab him!

Lu Jing drew the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword from his waist; he very much wanted to cleave these people in half with a single stroke.

But after a slight hesitation, he sheathed the long blade and switched to using his fists.

If he were a lone wanderer, he would naturally not fear the consequences after killing someone.

But Lu Jing still has parents and a younger sister at home; if he killed someone in such a setting, he would surely be punished by law.

Even if he fled, his family would suffer collateral damage.

Hah—let's finish this quickly!

Lu Jing felt a stifling irritation, exhaled a turbid breath, and extended his hand to signal the opponent to attack.

At that moment Lu Jing drew everyone's attention; he was the most eye‑catching point on the vast field.

Arrogant!

The referee's eyes were icy: 'I'll make you learn what it means to respect teachers and value the way!'

Before his words finished, a whip‑like kick rose like a long blade.

The aura it carried tore the air, drawing a sharp whistling line.

The Third‑Realm Martial Artist's full‑force kick directly stirred up a fierce wind around him, causing nearby spectators to pale and retreat.

Yet Lu Jing's face remained calm, as if he hadn't seen that attack at all.

He simply extended his right hand, grabbing for the referee's neck.

For some reason, Lu Jing's light‑as‑air claw appeared utterly harmless.

It was very slow, and everyone present could see it clearly.

Compared with the referee's fierce kick, it seemed incomparable, as if it weren't even on the same level.

Yet that outstretched hand, as if anticipating, arrived ahead of time at the referee's neck.

What?

In the referee's eyes, the moment he lifted his leg, Lu Jing's hand was already before his face.

That tiger‑mouth closing in on him seemed like a bottomless, man‑eating vortex, making his whole body shudder and cold sweat pour out instantly.

He hastily pulled back his leg, retreating to evade Lu Jing's attack.

Yet that large hand had already seized him.

The next instant, Lu Jing grabbed the man's neck, lifted him violently, and hurled him at the oncoming soldiers in uniform.

Bang!

Boom!

Like a bowling ball, the referee's body slammed into them, scattering their formation.

These soldiers who came with Ye Shaohua to the school, at most Second‑Realm in strength, were all laid flat and unable to move under Lu Jing's strike.

And the referee's injuries were worse; after knocking several people aside, he smashed large cracks into the hard concrete ground.

Now he had lost all his former arrogance, like a dead dog, his body occasionally twitching.

Is this all the strength a teacher has?

Lu Jing shook his head with a cold smile, turned, and walked toward Zhang Hao's seat.

And the watching students and teachers were all like they'd gone stupid, standing there stunned.

Especially those waiting to watch the show, their mouths opened wide enough to fit a fist.

The teacher of the Third‑Realm Martial Artist...

He was actually thrown half-dead by Lu Jing directly?

Just... that one move?

「Wow, so strong, Lu Jing actually broke through again! 」

「His strength overwhelms a Third‑Realm Martial Artist; what realm is he actually at now! 」

Also some petty people who dislike Lu Jing are talking tough, saying, "I think there's something fishy; the teacher didn't expect him to use this move, wasn't prepared, so he got caught by him!"

「If you don't understand, just shut up; stubbornly criticizing is pointless! 」

「Did you enjoy the fight? 」

Lu Jing quickly walked up to Zhang Hao, looking at the black-clad youth and asked calmly.

Must say, this youth's strike was truly vicious; at this moment Zhang Hao had no good spot on his whole body.

His face was disfigured, teeth missing, even his limbs slightly deformed, yet he still knelt on the ground, eyes open, staring blankly ahead.

「Haizi! 」

Lu Jing laid Zhang Hao flat on the ground, gritting his teeth.

The black-clad youth didn't expect Lu Jing to break through the encirclement so quickly; his expression panicked, he threw down the wooden sword and intended to flee.

His mission was almost completed; he had struck Zhang Hao nearly a hundred times with the wooden sword, any more would risk killing him.

According to Li Wu, the harder he struck, the more money he'd get; he should be able to take about three million.

As for the consequences of doing this, the black-clad youth didn't care at all.

He believed that, since this was a task given by the military, if anything happened, he could surely protect himself.

This is basically a sure‑profit, no‑loss deal.

Even if Lu Jing is the city's genius, what can he do?

Compared to the military, personal ability is limited.

At worst, he could just take the money and hide.

「Want to leave? 」

Lu Jing smiled, his smile hiding a chilling coldness.

As the black‑clad youth was about to jump off the fighting platform, a strong hand grabbed him.

「Lu Jing...... you can't hit me! 」

The black‑clad youth trembled, speaking tough but weak inside: "I have people above me; if you hit me, there won't be a good outcome for you!"

Lu Jing didn't speak, just smiled as he pressed him to the ground.