Chapter 88: Want to Make Amends?

Let him go up and fight the monster?

You're joking?

Hao Pengjie looked around, realized no one recognized him, and slowly retreated to the back of the crowd.

Here, he is the only Spiritual Talent Endowed, able to sense the mental power radiating from Lu Jing.

However, he strongly agreed with what a trainee just said: this Lu Jing is strong in every aspect, even his mental power is terrifyingly strong!

"Thanks for going easy on me, I'm not your opponent......"

"Feng Xinglan said, head down and spiritless: 'I only have one million pocket money left; I'll buy ten points from you.'"

Lu Jing nodded. No wonder he's from a rich family—he steps out with pocket money starting at a million...

He deducted ten points from his wristwatch and transferred them to Feng Xinglan.

Feng Xinglan gave Lu Jing a final glance, then prepared to walk toward the entrance.

"Wait a moment!"

Lu Jing blocked Feng Xinglan, his face breaking into a warm smile once again.

Feng Xinglan shivered violently, "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask, are there any other trainees this time who, like you, are clan disciples who have mastered some cultivation method?"

"What?"

Feng Xinglan was a bit puzzled.

Lu Jing pointed at the group of trainees unwilling to spend money to buy points, "Just like your Wind Walking Step, does anyone over there know it?"

Feng Xinglan didn't know why Lu Jing asked that, thought a moment, then pointed to a sturdy-built female trainee.

The reason she is sturdy-built is that her height is over two meters, her arms reach past her knees, and her muscles are bulging; standing there she looks like an iron tower.

Feng Xinglan explained: "That female trainee is called Yao Keyin—no, she recently changed her name to Yao Rong, and she is an inner disciple of the Yao Martial Hall."

"Oh?"

Lu Jing followed Feng Xinglan's pointed direction and instantly saw Yao Rong, who stood two heads taller than everyone else.

"What does Yao Rong know, and how strong is she?"

"A body-strengthening cultivation method called Bull Strength," Feng Xinglan said, stroking his chin as he recalled: "She is a Defense Talent Endowed; combined with her technique, she can withstand a full-force strike from a fourth-realm warrior."

Lu Jing's eyes lit up at the words; Bull Strength also suits him well—"Not bad, not bad..."

Feng Xinglan thought Lu Jing was praising him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Um, that's all I know—can I go now?"

"Let's go, you have nothing to do here."

Lu Jing waved his hand and strode toward a bewildered Yao Rong.

At that moment, Yao Rong still didn't know what was happening; she only saw Lu Jing and Feng Xinglan pointing at her and discussing something.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Yao Rong's heart pounded; to avoid showing panic, she instinctively straightened her body.

Not only Yao Rong, but the trainees standing with her also fell silent, none daring to speak.

They worried Lu Jing had come to cause trouble.

After all, they had not hesitated to speak ill of Lu Jing just moments before.

"I heard you're very resistant to blows?"

Lu Jing looked at Yao Rong, his pupils glinting slightly as a faint smile touched his lips.

"Well... I guess I'm okay. What do you want?"

Seeing Yao Rong nod in confirmation, Lu Jing eagerly stepped forward and pulled her out.

"Use your strongest defense—I'm about to strike!"

The next moment, ignoring the astonished looks around him, he assumed a boxing stance.

Boom——

He threw a punch, like rolling thunder on a dry day, booming loudly!!

Yao Rong's pupils contracted; she quickly settled into a horse stance, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Moreover, her skin glowed with an ancient bronze sheen, making her look like a fortress forged of steel and iron.

Lu Jing deliberately threw this punch slowly, to give Yao Rong time to raise her defense.

He released his mental power, covering Yao Rong, carefully observing the flow and circulation of her Blood Qi.

This observation posed no problem; Lu Jing instantly discovered the marvel of Bull Strength.

Only seeing Yao Rong's Blood Qi circulating in a mysterious manner, the muscles in her arms instantly gathering together.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Lu Jing's fist and Yao Rong's arm slammed together hard.

Afterward, Lu Jing did not stop, launching a storm-like assault.

Each strike seemed like a meteorite hitting the ground, the huge roar spreading outward.

It left the nearby trainees' ears ringing.

Yao Rong remained tense, not daring to slacken in the slightest; this flesh-to-flesh combat meant any carelessness could cause serious injury.

When the trainees' ears recovered clarity, the scene before them had changed.

The battle's aftershocks swept the nearby forest, trees falling in swaths, and Yao Rong's figure vanished.

Only Lu Jing remained standing where he was, still holding his boxing stance.

And a hundred meters away, Yao Rong had been shoved there by the shockwave of Lu Jing's final punch.

"Huh——"

Yao Rong trembled as he exhaled a breath, blood threads seeping from the corner of his mouth, the bronze color on his body fading, his arms covered in a patch of crimson.

She knew Lu Jing hadn't exerted his full strength, not even half of it.

As for why Lu Jing wanted to fight her, that wasn't important; she likewise gained an advantage in this spear-and-shield duel.

"The Bull Strength actually broke through at this moment..."

Yao Rong's face showed delight as he strode back.

Lu Jing closed his eyes, recalling the details of Yao Rong's use of Bull Strength.

One minute later, he moved his body, shook his stiff wrists, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Although he had used only twenty percent of his strength, Yao Rong actually absorbed it all, enough to demonstrate the power of Bull Strength.

Then what if we synthesize again through the synthesis slot?

It will definitely synthesize a stronger method!

"Yao Rong, thanks for sparring with me; you may go."

"Ah? Thank... thank you."

Yao Rong first stared, then reacted, repeatedly thanking Lu Jing, then ran toward the entrance as if flying.

At the entrance, Dong Ningxue saw Lu Jing walking toward the other trainees, continuing to hawk his points, and couldn't help shaking her head: "He's going too far, Zhu Xingyao, come with me."

The two women rose, one ahead of the other, and walked toward Lu Jing.

"You little brat, you've got guts!"

Lu Jing blinked slightly, then turned around, seeing Dong Ningxue with a stern expression and Zhu Xingyao smirking to the side.

"Hey, long time no see!"

Zhu Xingyao waved, greeting Lu Jing.

"Instructor, I don't seem to have violated any rules, right?"

Lu Jing's face was calm, his eyes devoid of panic.

He had carefully read the rules of this evaluation, which placed no restrictions on point trading between trainees.

"Moreover, your point rewards are problematic; I painstakingly hunted so many demon beasts, my points exceed those of second place by hundreds, yet I can only receive that meager reward—is there no other compensation?"

Lu Jing shrugged; since Dong Ningxue wouldn't let him make money, he could only think of another way to gain some benefits.

"Compensation?"

Dong Ningxue said lightly: "Yes, there is."