Chapter 75: Who Is the Soft Target

One is a rookie who just received the Martial Artist badge, the other doesn't even have a Martial Artist badge.

Seeing the unfriendly gazes around him, Lu Jing only finds it somewhat amusing.

These people think they've found a soft target, unaware that Lu Jing has already set his sights on them.

But once inside Huāngshén Cónglín, the most important thing is still to slay the Demon Beast that carries point rewards.

As for snatching other trainees' points, the efficiency is too low; Lu Jing isn't very interested—better to let them come to him on their own.

One bus after another speeds along the highway, and in less than half an hour they have already reached the nearest entrance to Huāngshén Cónglín.

By the time all the trainees have entered Huāngshén Cónglín, it is already noon.

"Lu Jing, aren't you scared at all?"

Leng Yueyue looks at the canopy‑blocking forest ahead, her expression a little uneasy, "It's still my first time in Huāngshén Cónglín; I've heard that even a grandmaster could die in a Demon Beast's jaws..."

"It's not that exaggerated..."

Lu Jing shrugs; he notices that it's not just Leng Yueyue—most of the trainees are glancing left and right, looking frightened.

It seems not everyone is like him, who didn't graduate high school and already came out of Huāngshén Cónglín after a round of killing.

Lu Jing comforts, "Don't worry, as long as we don't go too deep, there won't be any danger."

He fiddles with his wristwatch, waiting for Dong Qingxue to release the coordinates of the point‑granting Demon Beast.

At that moment, a burst of shouting suddenly comes from behind.

"Damn it, who set that trap? That's so despicable!"

"My leg got smashed, you bastard, are you serious!"

Lu Jing turns around and sees, not far ahead, a deep pit where a sword‑backed youth is repeatedly throwing stones down.

Leng Yueyue jumps in fright, "That guy must be among the first to enter; he dug a trap on the main path—how ruthless!"

Lu Jing says nothing, and leads Leng Yueyue toward the trap's location.

But it must be said, the sword‑backed youth's move is very effective; in a short time he has already accumulated five points from the trap.

For these students entering Huāngshén Cónglín for the first time, they never imagined there would be pre‑laid traps on the ground.

"Hahaha, hurry and trade your points to me, or next time I won't be smashing your leg!"

The sword‑backed youth plants one hand on his hip, toys with a stone in the other, and his slanted grin looks extremely sinister.

And after the trapped person transfers the points, he not only doesn't stop but continues to hurl the stone down.

"Ouch, you flip‑flop, just wait—I've already called for help!"

"You still dare ask for rescue? Watch me crush you!"

The youth mutters while constantly scouring the ground for stones.

"Whoa, isn't that person Wu Yi from Ninghuai City?"

"Indeed, he's notorious in school for being ruthless, and his strength is high, bullying the weak everywhere!"

"What bad luck, let's go around him; he's a Second‑Realm Martial Artist, none of us can afford to provoke him!"

Obviously, Wu Yi is still quite famous locally; many newly arrived trainees choose to take a detour when they see him.

And just as Wu Yi lowers his head to look for stones, he suddenly sees two people walking toward him.

"Yoho, another two suicide seekers!"

Wu Yi lets out a cold laugh, draws the long sword on his back, and charges straight at Leng Yueyue.

"What a lunatic."

Lu Jing's gaze turns cold, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Wu Yi, who hadn't taken Lu Jing seriously, suddenly feels a chill down his spine; the aura emanating from Lu Jing makes him shiver.

Wu Yi abruptly halts his forward charge, his eyes wary as they glance toward Lu Jing beside him.

"Damn, what kind of background does this guy have, his aura is so terrifying? I recall there was no such person in this training camp."

Wu Yi mutters to himself, swallowing.

Lu Jing originally intended to eliminate Wu Yi outright, but seeing the opponent pause, he extends his hand and calmly says, "Transfer your points to me; I can make your elimination more dignified."

"You?!"

Wu Yi, angered by Lu Jing's indifferent tone, stamps his foot; his eyes quickly turn ruthless again.

"What are you, getting fooled by you just now? Do you think you're that monster from Feng Xinglan?"

Saying that, Wu Yi lifts his long sword again, gritting his teeth as he rushes at Lu Jing.

Clang!

A shrill sword sound rings out; Wu Yi reaches Lu Jing's side, raises his sword and thrusts, the angle unusually cunning.

The ghostly‑glowing blade tip darts straight toward Lu Jing's face!

But Lu Jing remains rooted, making no move.

Wu Yi's snarling expression deepens, a grin forming; since the training camp has no rule against killing, that must be tacit approval.

Yet in the blink of an eye, Lu Jing shifts his lower body at a speed invisible to the naked eye, evading the lethal strike.

He then kicks, sending Wu Yi's figure flying backward, spitting blood.

In the air, Wu Yi's eyes fill with a sea of blood.

He is baffled at how Lu Jing managed that.

Bang!

Wu Yi slams hard onto the ground, scattering a spray of fallen leaves.

Lu Jing, amid Wu Yi's terrified gaze, slowly approaches.

And beside the trap, the trainee tormented by Wu Yi finally climbs out.

Just as they emerge, they see a youth stepping out from under the shade of a tree.

He was adjusting his collar with one hand, while the other hand seemed to be dragging something heavy.

「Shasha—」

As the youth moved forward, a body stained with blood and dirt was dragged out by him; after removing the other's wristwatch, he casually tossed it aside.

Bang!

Wu Yi was thrown to one side, revealing his face already fallen into unconsciousness.

The student tormented by Wu Yi immediately recognized him, stammering: "This...... what happened?"

It took only half a minute to climb out of the pit, yet the Wu Yi who had just been shouting arrogantly now ended up like this.

He stood frozen in place, staring at the pure, harmless-looking youth, and for a moment was dumbstruck.

"Let's go; with this guy's points, we can act freely from now on."

As Lu Jing and Leng Yueyue gradually drifted away, the youth finally came to his senses.

Looking at Wu Yi lying there like a dead dog, he instinctively stepped back two paces, silently awaiting rescue.

At the same time, inside the military camp at the entrance of the Huangshen Forest.

"Chief Dong, come take a look at this student!"

The staff member monitoring the surveillance called out to Dong Qingxue.

"What's wrong?"

Dong Qingxue furrowed her attractive brows, glanced at the screen before the staff member, and asked puzzledly.

"Chief Dong, we've received a distress signal saying that someone named Wu Yi set a trap to hunt other students."

"A trap?" Dong Qingxue blinked, then laughed: "We don't advocate such underhanded tactics; send someone in to deal with it."

The staff member scratched his head, stammering: "That...... no need to handle it; Wu Yi has already been beaten into a serious injury and coma by a student."