Chapter 66: Spark of Stars

"Eighteen years old...... his strength is that of a fourth-realm warrior, and he also possesses a perfect fist intent of the peak realm......"

The principal muttered to himself: "Even a Talent Endowed cannot compare to Lu Jing's Martial Way talent!"

On the stage.

Lu Jing had a hint of disdain on his face; he blew on his slightly warm fists and teased, "Is this the fire you praised to the heavens? Ordinary people die on contact—truly formidable."

"Shut up!"

Ye Shaohua, opposite him, flew into a rage at the words; a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Although he had prepared for Lu Jing to be strong, that punch still exceeded his expectations.

In his view, even a Grandmaster-level figure would not dare to meet his fire head-on with flesh, but would choose to avoid its edge.

Lu Jing neither dodged nor evaded; he shattered his prideful talent attack head-on.

"You indeed have the capital for arrogance; I must admit, I underestimated you......"

Ye Shaohua withdrew the anger from his face, regained his composure, and retracted the red flames burning on his body.

The next second, an orange flame far hotter than before surged forth.

Ye Shaohua exhaled; his red hair danced with the flames, and strange flame-shaped runes appeared on his body, like a fire deity.

"Few can make me go all out; you should feel honored for this."

Ye Shaohua said each word with a pause; it was clear that maintaining this state consumed great stamina.

As his words fell, Ye Shaohua's figure had already vanished from the spot.

His flickering figure, wrapped in flames across the sky, lunged at Lu Jing.

As Ye Shaohua approached, Lu Jing instantly felt the temperature around him rise.

The heat wave was sucked into his lungs, leaving Lu Jing somewhat parched.

Fortunately, due to cultivating the Star Chronicle Forging Body Technique, Lu Jing's body had been thoroughly remodeled by this art.

His Blood Qi, tendons, bones, and flesh became tougher than an ordinary person's.

Lu Jing held his breath, focused, and drew the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword from his waist.

Facing Ye Shaohua in this state, Lu Jing dared not be careless.

If it were Lu Jing before he went to the Huāngshén Cónglín, he would absolutely not be a match for Ye Shaohua.

But after this period of tempering, Lu Jing's strength improves daily, and he still has his mental talent as a hidden ace.

Bang!

Lu Jing stomped the ground hard and charged toward the flame figure ahead.

The concrete ground was shattered into pieces by his foot.

Ye Shaohua, rushing forward wrapped in flames, narrowed his pupils; he never expected Lu Jing to dare to meet him head-on.

"Hmph, foolish!"

Ye Shaohua gave a cold snort, raised both hands, and the orange flames on his body gathered toward his palms.

Soon, two flame longswords formed in his hands.

When they were three meters from Lu Jing, he crossed his hands, raised the flame longswords high, and slashed forward fiercely.

Clang!

The flame-forged longswords actually emitted a metallic hum upon collision, forming a flame sword wave that swept toward Lu Jing.

Lu Jing's mental power spread out; he had already sensed Ye Shaohua's next move.

His figure abruptly stopped, he sidestepped, and swung the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword horizontally at the flame longsword.

Bang!

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword collided with the flame sword, producing a thunderous roar.

The next moment, Ye Shaohua hurled both flame longswords fiercely at Lu Jing.

As the swords neared Lu Jing, they detonated directly.

Boom!

The ground trembled, flames shot skyward, kicking up clouds of dust and stones.

The longswords instantly exploded and expanded into a fireball several meters high, the light injuring many people's eyes.

From time to time, shattered concrete chunks flew outward.

And Lu Jing's figure was completely engulfed by that mass of fire.

After a while, the dust and black smoke lingering over the stage slowly dispersed.

Everyone rose to their feet and looked toward the center of the explosion.

However, Lu Jing's figure was nowhere to be seen; only a deep crater remained where he had stood.

"Now let's see how you dodge!"

Ye Shaohua stood in place, breathing heavily.

The flame patterns on his body kept flickering; after unleashing that move, his stamina dropped by more than half.

Lu Jing's figure had vanished, and everyone below began to discuss.

"That move is too terrifying; Lu Jing couldn't possibly withstand it."

"He couldn't have been blown straight to ashes, right? Talent Endowed are terrifying enough—basically walking time bombs!"

"Impossible, Lu Jing couldn't possibly die!"

Leng Yueyue at this moment gritted her teeth, her whole body trembling, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes; she could not accept this reality.

"This child, what a pity......"

The principal sighed, patted the stunned Cheng Tiankuo beside him, and comforted: "If he lives, perhaps he could become our Anwu City's first Martial Marquis."

In stark contrast to this grief was Li Wu in the VIP seats.

Li Wu saw that the outcome was already decided, the heart he had raised finally relaxed, personally watching Lu Jing being killed, his mood became very good.

This plan was proposed by him; if it could be successfully carried out, he would surely receive praise.

However, just as everyone thought Lu Jing was dead...

A light, floating voice came from the pit blasted out of the arena.

"This attack wasn't bad; it had a bit of power."

The next moment.

A figure jumped out of the pit and landed steadily on the arena.

"Lu Jing is still alive!"

"Holy shit, he actually withstood it!"

Lu Jing's sudden appearance broke the heavy atmosphere of Class 3-2, and everyone cheered.

It seemed as if the one standing on the stage was not Lu Jing, but themselves.

Leng Yueyue, who had been crying while holding herself, lifted her head in surprise, gazing at the upright heroic figure on the stage, her mind dazed.

Lu Jing, who had jumped out of the pit, was unharmed from head to toe, only the bangs on his forehead were a bit messy.

When Ye Shaohua's flame longsword exploded under his control, Lu Jing immediately sensed the danger.

At the critical moment, he controlled the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword to disintegrate, forming a blade wall before himself.

He had to admit that Ye Shaohua was truly strong, the strongest opponent he had encountered so far, actually forcing him to use his trump card for self-defense.

"You're actually unharmed; could your talent be defense?"

Ye Shaohua frowned tightly, as if unable to believe his own eyes, his face full of shock: "Yes, that must be it; otherwise, how could you block it?"

He had previously used this move to instantly kill a level-4 demon beast, and President Ye had also praised this move.

It is said that below the five realms, there is no opponent.

As long as you cannot hit a Talent Endowed focused on defense, you can be killed in one strike.

"With just your spark, you dare dream of hurting me even a bit?"

Lu Jing tidied his hair messed up by the residual wave, pointed a finger at Ye Shaohua, and said, "Any other moves? Bring them all out."

"Good..."

"Very good... you forced me to this!"

Ye Shaohua roared, and his upper clothes were instantly shattered.

The next moment, the orange flames on his body unexpectedly all flowed toward the sky.