Chapter 80: My Clever Crew

The two underlings, after listening, instantly lit up, "Big brother, you make sense; his positioning hasn't moved since an hour ago!"

"Then what? Why do you think I'm the big brother?"

Lu Sang confidently patted his chest and said proudly, "I saw it coming long ago; a sleepless night fighting so many Demon Beasts—no matter how strong he is, now he's at the end of his strength, the perfect moment for us to strike!"

"Truly worthy of being big brother, big brother is mighty!"

The two underlings quickly showered him with flattery.

Lu Sang enjoyed the underlings' praise, his steps becoming light, "We must hurry; I reckon others are also on their way, we have to get ahead of them."

To achieve a good result in this training camp, Lu Sang deliberately used his family's influence, spending a fortune to purchase two slots and placed his underlings inside.

"Big brother, look over there!"

Shou Hou, sharp‑eyed, spotted from afar a figure sitting cross‑legged under a tree and quickly lowered his voice to shout.

"That person looks somewhat familiar..."

Lu Sang crouched low, inching forward.

Shou Hou squinted, and at a distance of a hundred meters finally saw the other's appearance, "Big brother, he's the one who blackmailed us last night; didn't expect him to move faster than us!"

"Indeed that kid," Lu Sang said with a smile, "I guess his goal is the same as ours, to ambush Lu Jing here—truly a mantis catching a cicada while the oriole waits behind!"

"Big brother, what do we do next?"

"What else can we do?"

Lu Sang habitually licked his lips and sneered, "When that kid blurted out like a lion last night, I already wanted to snatch a share; if Feng Xinglan hadn't been there, could he have made it this far?"

Having said that, he led the way toward Lu Jing.

Sensing someone entering his spiritual‑force field, Lu Jing snapped his eyes open and looked at the three approaching—Lu Sang and his two underlings.

"Haha, you kid ran pretty fast!"

A burst of laughter came as Lu Sang, clad in a black windbreaker, walked over with a mocking grin.

He had both hands in his pockets, his smile icy, his narrowed eyes studying Lu Jing with interest.

The two underlings beside him slowly closed in, surrounding Lu Jing.

"What, not enough meat last night, want more?"

Lu Jing's expression remained calm as he stared at them.

"We came this time to demand something from you, but we don't intend to pay," Lu Sang sneered, "Send over your points immediately, and hand over the money you earned yesterday!"

"Are you sure?"

Lu Jing frowned, stood, and drew the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword embedded in the ground.

"Hey, you don't plan to take on the three of us alone, do you?" Lu Sang, as if seeing something funny, clutched his belly and laughed, "Who do you think you are, Lu Jing, number one on the leaderboard?"

"We have two Third‑Realm Martial Artists and a Second‑Realm Martial Artist; where does your courage come from?"

After a hearty laugh, Lu Sang waved, signaling Shou Hou to go first.

Lu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the approaching group, "Is this how you snatch other people's points?"

"Otherwise, I advise you to face reality—when you get hit, stand properly, got it?" Lu Sang growled, "All together, take him down!"

Shou Hou charged first, brandishing a short sword toward Lu Jing.

Seeing the feeble thrust, Lu Jing didn't sidestep but swung the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword down.

The short sword in Shou Hou's hand was a common alloy weapon purchasable in the martial hall, and before the enhanced Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword, it was like rotten wood.

Clang!

At the moment of impact, the short sword snapped in half, its tip flying upward.

Lu Jing's long blade swung horizontally, striking the airborne tip and sending it flying.

The tip, redirected by the slash, flew toward another underling.

That underling's eyes widened; before he could draw his weapon, he saw the tip hurtling toward him.

Psshh!

The tip, moving at extreme speed, pierced the underling's abdomen and, without slowing, lodged into a distant tree stump.

The whole process seemed lengthy, but in reality it was a blink of an eye.

"Hu Zi!"

Lu Sang, seeing his underling killed at a glance, felt anger and a hint of panic.

But the situation had escalated beyond resolution; with a sudden resolve, he grasped a two‑handed greatsword and swung at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing held his blade horizontally across his shoulder.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out.

Sparks flew in all directions.

The two‑handed greatsword was blocked by the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword in mid‑air, unable to advance a fraction.

Then, as Lu Sang prepared to sheath his sword, Lu Jing slipped forward, closed the distance, lifted his right leg, and kicked Lu Sang's abdomen.

Boom!

A blasting sound erupted as Lu Sang's figure was hurled backward, spitting fresh blood.

The kick instantly stripped Lu Sang of combat ability, writhing in pain on the ground.

Dust rose everywhere; the battle had just begun and was already over.

On the field, only Shou Hou remained standing in place, still clutching the half‑broken short sword.

"Do you still want to continue?"

Lu Jing still wore a calm expression as he looked at Shou Hou.

"Huh? Wh… what?"

The skinny monkey‑sided one's face turned deathly pale; he abruptly stepped back several paces, stammering: "Big brother, spare me—I'll give you all my points, all of them!"

Not far behind him, Lu Sang and the underlings who had been stabbed all clutched their abdomens, their eyes filled with terror as if they had seen a ghost.

Lu Jing flourished his blade, sheathed the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword, then walked over to each person and transferred all of their points to himself.

"By the way, how was the meat yesterday?"

Lu Sang and the others, not understanding what Lu Jing meant, quickly nodded and echoed: "The taste is fine, it's delicious, really delicious!"

"As long as it's tasty," Lu Jing nodded, "that huge savage bull—I only ate the leg; settle the money for the remaining meat with me."

"What?"

They stared blankly for a moment before snapping back to reality.

"Boss, we have 1.5 million here—consider it payment for that savage bull; that's all we have on us, please don't think it's too little……

"Hmm, not bad—I like people like you who are reasonable."

Lu Jing curled the corner of his mouth—money, this thing, is still fastest made by doing business.

After putting the money away, Lu Jing turned and strode off.

He left Lu Sang and the others standing there, activating the distress signal.

The three's training camp life ended here.

Only after Lu Jing's figure disappeared from their sight did Lu Sang slam the ground in fury, shouting: "Damn it, once we get out I won't let him get away!"

Those words aggravated his abdominal wound, making him suck in a breath of cold air.

"Damn… is this batch of genius training camp really this outrageous?"

"These guys still have quite a lot of points…"

Lu Jing walked back, looking at his points far surpassing second place, when he suddenly thought of a good way to make a fortune.

After all, strong-arm buying and selling has always been his forte.