Chapter 65: Chapter Sixty-Five: One Force Overcomes Ten Assemblies

But at the same time, Lu Jing is facing an opponent like Ye Shaohua; even if Lu Jing has the strength of a fourth-realm warrior, he doesn't have much chance of winning.

Moreover, the two seem to have a grudge against each other.

Watching Lu Jing and Ye Shaohua confront each other on the platform, Cheng Tiankuo really wanted to shout his support for Lu Jing.

But he also worried about being targeted by the military, so he took a deep breath and steadied his excited emotions.

In contrast to Cheng Tiankuo's excitement, Li Jiacheng not far away felt his face flush.

He recalled the words Lu Jing had said to him in the classroom: "Teacher, don't worry, I have confidence in myself."

At that time he still thought Lu Jing was young and had become conceited after being praised.

Now it seems Lu Jing is far from being conceited; on the contrary, he is being as humble as possible.

The referee who had just been flung away by Lu Jing, although not highly talented, was among the more senior teachers at the school.

Anyway, his strength is considerably greater than Li Jiacheng's own.

But he was instantly killed by Lu Jing's casual attack!

Without fourth-realm strength, who could unleash such an attack?

At this moment Li Jiacheng's feelings were mixed; since Lu Jing became famous, he himself had basked in the reflected glory, being praised by many for his teaching ability, with strict teachers producing outstanding students.

This led to the scene in the classroom where he advised Lu Jing to try joining the military; he wanted as much as possible to show himself off, making it look like he was helping and teaching Lu Jing.

But now, seeing Zhang Hao beaten half to death before his eyes, seeing Lu Jing mocked and threatened by the military, while he himself could only shrink in his seat, unable to do anything.

This made Li Jiacheng's face feel like it was on fire; he touched his scorching cheek and finally could no longer restrain himself.

He struggled to his feet from the seat, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Lu Jing, go for it! Teacher believes you can win!"

That sentence seemed to use all his strength; after shouting, he plopped back down onto his seat.

Seeing the puzzled looks of those around him, Li Jiacheng felt extremely relieved at this moment.

"Lu Jing, go for it!"

"Lu Jing, I've got your back!"

With the teacher taking the lead, all the students of Class 2, including some from other classes, also began to shout.

If they had previously respected him because of Lu Jing's talent,

then now they are completely subdued by Lu Jing's courageous stand.

Lu Jing opposed the military in order to save Zhang Hao.

Such character is precious indeed.

Leng Yueyue, after sending Zhang Hao to the school infirmary, also rushed over.

She clenched her fists, eyes firm, standing before the platform and joining the Class 2 students in cheering Lu Jing on.

On the platform.

Lu Jing, on the platform, heard the crowd's cheers, turned his head toward Class 2, and then gave a slight nod.

"Looks like you're quite popular at school!"

Ye Shaohua, hearing the students' cheers from below, laughed and teased.

Then he waved his hand, and the staff below sprang into action, walking toward the students who had made the noise: "Quiet down, or if you keep shouting we'll arrest you for disturbing order!"

Lu Jing remained calm-faced, confronting Ye Shaohua from opposite sides of the platform.

Neither of them made the first move; they merely observed each other, the atmosphere heavy.

"Lu Jing, do you know what a Talent Endowed is?"

Ye Shaohua twisted his neck, producing a series of bone-cracking sounds.

"In the world there is a kind of person, one in a million, extraordinarily gifted, and I am one of them."

As soon as Ye Shaohua's words fell, a flame instantly rose up around him, enveloping him.

Amazingly, this raging flame harmed him not at all, as if it were part of his own body.

"This is my ability: I can control all fire under heaven; scattered it can reach the heavens, gathered it can boil the sea; ordinary people who touch it die instantly, able to be burned to ash—you should feel fortunate."

As soon as his voice faded, red light flickered in Ye Shaohua's eyes; he extended his right hand, pinched out a basketball-sized spark, and threw it at Lu Jing.

Whoosh!

The fireball screamed through the air, rolling hot waves that scorched and distorted the air within three feet around it.

"Scatter quickly!"

The students relatively close to the platform were startled; the sudden fireball scorched their cheeks, making them panic and retreat backward.

Some with slower reactions even had sparks ignite on their clothes, enough to prove how fierce this fire is.

"Is this what a Talent Endowed is?"

"Good heavens, is this still a person, conjuring such a huge fireball out of thin air!"

"No wonder they say Talent Endowed are terrifyingly strong; now I fully believe it—how could an ordinary person possibly defeat such a monster!"

"Lu Jing is in trouble; I originally had hopes for him, but now it looks like Ye Shaohua is sure to win!"

Ye Shaohua's fireball opened many eyes, letting them personally experience the terror of a Talent Endowed.

But Lu Jing, facing that terrifying fireball, remained calm and unmoved.

Just when everyone thought Lu Jing had been frightened stupid, he moved.

All that could be seen was Lu Jing assuming a fist stance and fiercely bombarding the incoming fireball.

Bang!

Burning power, Contemplation Method, Fist Intent...

With all enhancements, this punch of Lu Jing represents his current limit of combat power.

He doesn't know what realm his Blood Qi has reached now, but he knows this fireball cannot harm him!

Splash!

One punch blasted the fireball into pieces, like a cluster of exploding fireworks, set off by Lu Jing's touch.

However, the scattering sparks could not splash onto Lu Jing's body no matter what.

It was as if a transparent shield covered his fist, blocking all the incoming sparks.

"Indeed, even the element released by a Talent Endowed can be shattered with a single punch!"

Lu Jing felt enlightened; as long as his Blood Qi was as abundant as rivers, a single punch would shatter mountains and rivers, causing waters to flow around.

What more could be said of this tiny fireball?

Lu Jing exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi and withdrew his fist stance.

His towering, upright figure, combined with the splendid fireworks in midair, outlined a breathtaking ukiyo-e painting.

Meanwhile, the Second Middle School playground fell silent once again.

"Crack—"

"Is this Fist Intent?"

Li Wu crushed the teacup in his hand into pieces, his expression vivid, as if he had been punched hard in the stomach.

The others' expressions were even more exaggerated, each person opening their mouth wide, pupils trembling nonstop.

"This...... the fireball was shattered by a single punch?"

"Oh my goodness, is this real? I won't be dreaming again!"

"I thought Lu Jing would be burned to death, but...... if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it!"

The students were merely stunned by the might of Lu Jing's punch.

Meanwhile, some veteran martial artists on the scene understood what this punch signified.

Cheng Tian stood up, rubbed his eyes, patted the principal beside him, and exclaimed excitedly, "Did this kid just use Fist Intent?"

"It seems...... and it is the Fist Intent of the Perfected Realm, perfect to the extreme!"

The principal's expression was somewhat dazed; the reversal came too quickly.