Chapter 87

Feng Xinglan narrowed his eyes, his hands constantly waving, forming a domain of wind blades around him that protected him inside.

"Interesting, wind affinity can also be used for defense, but this move probably consumes a lot of stamina."

Lu Jing muttered to himself, swinging his long blade forward.

Seeing Lu Jing take the initiative, Feng Xinglan flicked several wind blades from the domain outward.

Swish—

Wind blades flew from the domain at tricky angles, spinning toward Lu Jing.

In terms of power and speed, they were no less than anti-material rounds.

Although the wind blades were fast and transparent, making them hard to grasp, under Lu Jing's mental domain they had nowhere to hide.

In his eyes, the oncoming wind blades seemed slowed; the moment Feng Xinglan struck, he had already dodged them.

Seeing his wind blades easily dodged by Lu Jing, Feng Xinglan grew uneasy, abandoning defense and sending all the wind blades flying.

The next moment.

Swish—

Countless wind blades spread in midair, flying toward Lu Jing like lightning, kicking up fierce sand.

Faced with the sky-filling wind blades, Lu Jing's expression grew slightly more serious.

His right hand muscles bulged as he waved the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, bringing forth a blinding blade light.

Clang—

Ping! Pong!

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword collided with the descending wind blades, actually producing the clashing of metal and spewing sparks.

The aftermath of the collision was even more exaggerated than the disturbed airflow when the armored dragon cleared the field earlier.

"Holy shit, these two are too strong, not even in our league!"

"The Talent Endowed's abilities are indeed formidable, but Lu Jing actually blocked them all!"

In the ordinary trainees' eyes, Lu Jing's long blade had become a blur with no visible afterimage.

Lu Jing slashed forward with his long blade, shattering the wind blades before him, but several more came from behind.

"Indeed, somewhat troublesome."

Lu Jing stepped forward, his figure instantly vanishing from the spot.

Immediately after, he appeared beside Feng Xinglan.

Woo—

His long blade tore the air, bringing a scalp‑tingling wail.

Feng Xinglan gritted his teeth, focused all his attention, stepped with a mysterious footwork, and twisted his body rhythmically.

This slightly ludicrous motion actually deflected Lu Jing's terrifying strike.

Next, Feng Xinglan's speed surged, turning into a wisp of clear wind, and he once again distanced himself from Lu Jing.

Those who had thought Feng Xinglan was defeated now saw hope again.

"Feng Xinglan is so fast!"

"I've long heard the Feng family has an ancestral method that greatly boosts speed; Feng Xinglan must have used it just now to escape!"

"I know, it's Wind Walking Step!"

Lu Jing's ears twitched; he also heard the trainees' discussion.

"Wind Walking Step? Interesting..."

Lu Jing intriguingly used his mental power to envelop Feng Xinglan, carefully observing his footwork changes.

On the other side, seeing Lu Jing not give chase, Feng Xinglan halted his steps and said solemnly:

"Lu Jing, I admit my strength is inferior to yours, but if I don't take the initiative to fight you, you'll never be able to touch me—how about we call this match a draw?"

Lu Jing was about to analyze the principle of Wind Walking Step when Feng Xinglan stopped moving.

He instantly grew anxious, gripping his sword and charging forward.

"You?!"

Feng Xinglan hadn't expected Lu Jing to silently pursue and slash at him; he hurriedly employed Wind Walking Step, circling the arena.

His speed was so great that even the best high‑speed camera could only catch an afterimage.

Yet under Lu Jing's mental penetration, every muscle and tendon of Feng Xinglan was crystal clear.

He recorded all these motions, and a bold idea arose in his mind.

If he wrote these steps on paper and then gave them a Wind Walking Step heading,

could he synthesize them using the synthesis slot?

Past experience told him there was a good chance!

"Run fast!"

"Keep running!"

"Don't just keep circling—jump!"

Lu Jing held his blade, closely following behind Feng Xinglan.

Dong Ningxue furrowed her brow, asking puzzledly: "Xingyao, what is Lu Jing doing?"

She naturally saw that Lu Jing's speed was surely greater than Feng Xinglan's, yet he delayed ending the fight, as if toying with his opponent.

"Who knows what he's up to..."

Zhu Xingyao shook her head: "Could he be learning Feng Xinglan's Wind Walking Step?"

As soon as she said that, Zhu Xingyao herself laughed.

Some great clans' ancestral techniques aren't that simple; you can't learn them just by copying the surface.

It also includes the use of Blood Qi and some movement details.

A miss by a hair's breadth leads to error by a thousand miles; practicing the wrong movements will not only be ineffective in the end, but will also injure oneself.

"Almost..."

Lu Jing pursued for nearly ten minutes, finally recording all of Feng Xinglan's movement details.

Including the starting step of Wind Walking Step and the timing of Blood Qi's expansion and contraction.

The next moment, Lu Jing applied Burning Force to his feet, his speed suddenly jumped up a level, instantly surpassing Feng Xinglan.

Feng Xinglan's mouth twitched; although he knew Lu Jing was holding back, he didn't expect to be completely outpaced in speed as well.

"Annihilating Wind Blade!"

Feng Xinglan was visibly flustered; he stomped the ground beneath his feet, halted his stance, and several wind blades shot out.

Lu Jing merely dodged with a few flashes, avoiding them.

The wind blade grazed past his ear; he could clearly feel the terrifying energy contained within it.

"It's over."

Lu Jing looked at Feng Xinglan, a smile appearing on his face.

This smile came from the heart.

Whoosh!

Lu Jing vanished from the spot, charging at Feng Xinglan at high speed.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared two meters in front of him.

"Annihilating Wind…"

Boom!

Before Feng Xinglan could finish forming his wind blade, Lu Jing punched him in the abdomen.

His body instantly curled like a shrimp, and he spat out a mouthful of sour fluid.

"Cough, cough, I concede…"

Looking at the purple long blade pressed against his neck, Feng Xinglan gave a bitter smile and lowered his head.

He never imagined that this genius, praised by tens of thousands, would lose so completely.

If Lu Jing had defeated him with strength or endurance, Feng Xinglan would not feel so miserable.

Because he was defeated in his strongest domain—speed…

"Feng Xinglan lost just like that?!"

The venue first fell silent, then erupted into heated discussion.

"Wasn't it said that no one could keep up with Feng Xinglan's speed?"

"All we can say is that a genius met a monster; this Lu Jing is absurdly strong in every aspect."

The examinees who had already passed the assessment wore grim expressions; "Alas, even Feng Xinglan lost—who can stand against Lu Jing?"

"Isn't there still a mental-power talent endowed? Can he do it?"

In the crowd, Hao Pengjie's face turned deathly pale the moment he heard those words.