Chapter 67: An Eye for an Eye

As the flames all over Ye Shao Hua's body surged upward into the air, the rolling flames seemed to come alive, constantly twisting and deforming.

Gradually, these flames in the air slowly condensed together, forming the shape of a fire lion.

Ye Shao Hua gasped heavily, his fists slamming together, and the flickering flame-shaped runes on his body instantly flared bright.

"Pu—"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Ye Shao Hua's mouth, staining the ground before him red.

At this moment, above the Ye Shao Hua with his red hair flying, a lion the size of a truck, stepping on fire clouds, stared with lantern‑large eyes at Lu Jing.

"This is my strongest move, consuming all my strength and innate fire to condense a fire spirit......"

As Ye Shao Hua spoke word by word, the lion formed of flames in the air became ever more real, baring its fangs and waving its claws, issuing roar after roar, lifelike.

Finally, this fire lion lunged down from the air, slammed onto the ground, shattering the concrete into layers, and spewing scorching magma from below.

This immensely shocking scene made everyone draw a sharp breath.

Not far away, Lu Jing was even smaller than the fire lion's claw, and in the stark contrast he appeared unusually frail.

Li Wu frowned, muttering to himself: "The young master actually spared no essence and blood to use this move; this kid is really tough to deal with."

"Let my fire spirit tear you to pieces!"

Ye Shao Hua grinned, his mouth stained with fresh blood, and laughed cruelly.

As his words fell, the fire lion's eyes instantly burst with blazing flames.

"Roar!"

The fire lion shook its fiery mane, wrapped in blazing light, and lunged at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing's expression finally turned grave; the pressure this fire lion exerted on him far surpassed that of an ordinary level‑4 demon beast.

He did not want to clash head‑on with the opponent's fire spirit, so he tried to retreat, dodging the fire lion's first attack.

"Haha, want to run?"

Ye Shao Hua watched Lu Jing retreat, feeling immensely pleased, "You're not that good at fighting, if you have the skill don't run! Fire spirit, tear him apart for me!"

After the missed strike, the fire lion stirred again, and in the blink of an eye it rushed to Lu Jing's front.

Then it rose upright like a person, a palm‑sized flame claw swiped at Lu Jing.

This claw was wrapped in rolling heat waves, making the nearby air scorching hot.

"Whoosh!"

The sky‑covering giant claw fell down at extreme speed.

Lu Jing no longer retreated, planted his feet, and lowered into a horse stance.

When the claw struck his head, he raised the long blade in both hands.

"Boom!"

The giant claw collided with the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword.

A thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth rang out.

Layer upon layer of heat waves spread like ripples, overturning many of the spectators watching the show.

"Keep retreating, your position is too dangerous!"

The school staff rushed forward, gesturing for the students who had already withdrawn over thirty meters to continue pulling back.

"Hmph—"

Lu Jing grunted, barely blocking this terrifying blow; the cement ground beneath his feet cracked directly from the immense recoil.

Smoke and dust gradually drifted away, and Lu Jing's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

At this moment, Lu Jing was seen holding his blade horizontally across his chest, with a flame‑wreathed giant claw looming above his head.

"Get lost!"

Lu Jing gritted his teeth, mobilized his whole body's muscles, and under the effect of burning power, he shoved his long blade forward.

This push actually shoved the truck‑sized fire lion sideways.

The crowd below the arena was stunned beyond words by this sight.

"Damn, is he even human?"

"Why is Lu Jing's strength greater than that of a demon beast?"

"It's not that they're overreacting; the visual impact of this blow is simply too strong."

Lu Jing is only the size of the fire lion's claw.

Yet this frail figure, using pure strength, forcibly shoved the fire lion several steps back.

"Is this your strongest move?"

Lu Jing lightly flicked his heated long blade and stood tall, proud.

He still bore his carefree, unrestrained demeanor, lightly smiling: "Then from now on, it's my turn to perform."

In the next second, Lu Jing's figure instantly vanished from the spot, leaving only a deep pit beneath his feet.

This fire spirit is still somewhat troublesome, but there's no need to clash with it head‑on; as long as we deal with Ye Shao Hua, the fire spirit will naturally dissipate.

"Impossible, you monster!"

Seeing that his fire spirit could not handle Lu Jing, Ye Shao Hua's expression instantly turned panicked.

"I haven't lost yet—die, die for me!"

Seeing Lu Jing dodge past the fire spirit, he hastily condensed another fireball and hurled it at Lu Jing.

However, Lu Jing merely sidestepped and avoided it directly.

"Clang!"

Then a dazzling blade light sliced through the sky.

One slash sent Ye Shao Hua flying off the stage, fresh blood splattering across the platform.

And the fire spirit he had gathered also dissipated into the sky as his master suffered grave injuries.

Lu Jing, did he win?

My goodness, this world has gone mad—fists can now resist innate talent skills head-on.

Hey, look—Lu Jing is walking over with his knife; he wouldn't be going to kill Ye Shaohua, would he?

The crowd below buzzed with discussion; as the battle neared its end, they also gathered toward the fighting platform.

And Li Wu in the VIP seats, his face grim, hastily rose and rushed toward the fighting platform.

On the fighting platform.

Ye Shaohua tumbled several times in the air before falling to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, painfully pushed himself up, and rose to his feet.

At his chest, a heart-protecting soft armor suddenly appeared, and a bloodstain appeared on the armor.

Lu Jing's deadly blow was mitigated by more than half by that soft armor; otherwise, Ye Shaohua would already have been cut in two by now.

Tsk tsk, you've got quite a few treasures on you—no wonder you're someone of status and position.

Lu Jing's face was mocking, and he coldly laughed.

He then lifted the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, and his figure appeared once more before Ye Shaohua.

Clang!

Another fierce slash was unleashed.

Ye Shaohua hastily turned his body, and the long blade sliced past his left shoulder.

Smack!

An arm appeared on the fighting platform.

Just killing you like this is really letting you off easy!

Lu Jing gave a cold snort, lifted his foot, and kicked Ye Shaohua hard in the chest.

Bang!

Ye Shaohua let out a muffled groan, and like a rag, he dragged himself across the ground for ten-odd meters.

Seeing that Ye Shaohua had lost all ability to resist, Lu Jing sheathed the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword.

He strode over to Ye Shaohua, grabbed his neck with a clamp, and lifted him up like a small chicken.

You weren't so arrogant before—how are you now like a dead dog?

Smack!

Lu Jing slapped Ye Shaohua's face with a slap, waking him from his coma.

You dare... hit my face?

Otherwise?

Smack smack smack!

Lu Jing swung his right hand wide and fiercely slapped Ye Shaohua's face.

Soon, Ye Shaohua's face swelled into a pig's head, his eyes squeezed into narrow slits.