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Chapter 132: Chapter 101 Extreme Test, Whirlwind Thunder Extreme, Xue Jing, Bring it on! (4K)_2

It was the eldest disciple—Meng Boshang.

Of all the people Xue Jing had encountered in reality thus far, he was the strongest existence, bar none.

"Although I don't know exactly how strong the eldest disciple is, I've experienced his moves up close and could generally simulate them," he said.

Xue Jing nodded as he watched the imposing figure standing motionless before him.

The data was insufficient for this eldest disciple, causing some 'distortion,' making it difficult to fully reproduce his entire strength, but there was already a basic model; at least it could restore the strength he had shown on the day he took on Jiao Hongyuan.

"Next, it's my turn."

Xue Jing took a deep breath, stepped in front of the 'eldest disciple,' and readied himself.

His gaze sharpened as he channeled his energy, and the sound of a dragon's roar emanated from within him.

Spiral indentations appeared, climbing up and down his arms.

"Body, let me see your limit."

With that thought, he activated Twin Lifes' Power, Twin Lifes' Defense.

The indentations wrapped around his fists and chest. Compressing the Spiral Energy Force to this extent was the utmost limit Xue Jing could reach without hurting himself.

This time, however, he didn't stop and continued to compress.

The spiral indentations on his chest slowly and resolutely continued to expand.

Upward, extending to his collarbones, neck...

Downward, covering his ribs, waist...

Xue Jing's body began to tremble, his flesh emitting a cracking sound of unbearable strain, and the dragon's roar also seemed to carry a hint of a mournful wail.

Capillaries began to burst, dark purple spread beneath the skin, muscles were torn and snapped, and even the rigid bones were painfully squeezed by the tightening muscle spiral.

As the spiral indentations climbed up his face and covered the temporal bones on both sides, Xue Jing felt an extreme pain assaulting his brain.

This was the body signaling a warning, it could no longer continue.

If compressed further, like a thread stretched to its limit, the surging power would cause his body to explode like a bomb.

"Whirlwind Thunder Extreme!"

Xue Jing threw this punch at the eldest disciple, who was in a defensive stance before him.

"Boom!"

Like an actual thunderclap on a clear day, the intense explosion seemed to make the ground tremble, while the violent torrents of air burst forth from the edge of his fist.

The explosive storm blew their clothes rattling, their hairs fluttering backward incessantly.

The path of the fist left behind a visible spiral of white air wave, and Xue Jing's skin split open, with thick blood under intense pressure turning into a mist, spraying out several meters away.

Blood flowed from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth... These were signs of internal bleeding caused by the internal organs being crushed.

Finally, this punch contacted the arms the eldest disciple had placed in front of his chest.

"Bang!!"

Countless ring-shaped airwaves spread out from the center of the two men the instant they made contact. The grass within dozens of meters around them was flattened by the blast, nearby camphor trees rustled loudly, and the turf under their feet was torn away, flying all around.

The eldest disciple's body flew backward with great speed, his feet clawing into the ground, plowing two grooves nearly ten centimeters deep into the turf. He struggled to stop himself, yet still had to shift backward over ten meters.

On his arms, where Xue Jing's punch had landed, smoke was emanating from the surface. When the smoke cleared, the appearance was revealed.

It was a dense, overlapping pattern of dragon scale marks, seemingly undamaged, almost without a scratch.

"Just using localized manifestation of Golden Scale Skin to block it, huh... worthy of the eldest disciple," he said.

Xue Jing knelt on one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other resting on his knee, vomiting a large amount of thick, fragrant blood.

He endured the severe pain, gauging his current condition.

"My body is all battered up... If I don't receive treatment soon, I'll likely die within a few hours," he said.

With a thought from Xue Jing, countless pixel-like blocks appeared, filling and repairing the wounds on his body.

In less than a second, he was back to his peak unharmed state.

"This Consciousness Simulation is too convenient... being able to conduct risk-free testing just like that is more than delightful," he noted.

"However, that my body's limit strike could not break the eldest disciple's defense does hit me hard," he mused.

"Need to replace some confidence," he thought.

He conjured an image of Li Chengxuan beside him.

"Whirlwind Thunder Extreme!"

"Snap!"

Flesh burst open, a mangled corpse flew forward, and an explosive spiral of blood painted the ground red for meters.

"Yes, that's more like it,"

Xue Jing nodded, regaining his confidence.

That was the performance of such an ultimate move against a peer.

"Next, let's see if I can pull off a combination of deadly moves. The Hidden Dragon School's five major deadly moves have different Energy Channeling systems, making them hard to use simultaneously."

...

Half an hour later, in the Consciousness Space, the exhilarated Xue Jing finally opened his eyes with reluctance.

If it hadn't been for the drain on his spirit, he could have continued for three more days.

It was similar to the stage when you get hooked on playing a game and just can't stop.

[You have participated in a simulated combat, fighting Experience Points +151]

[... Weapon Strike Experience Points +88]

[... Visualization True Experience Points +133]

[... Feeling refreshed, Health Cultivation Experience Value +122]

[Combat upgraded to Lv7 (88/4500)]

After glancing at the panel, Xue Jing calmed himself and introspected his physical body.

"My physical quality improved a bit... my wingspan has increased, and my skeletal frame is thicker too."

He stretched his hands backwards, linking them behind his back while keeping his body straight, raising them level with his shoulders.

It felt effortless, with no strain at all.

"The flexibility has gotten even more ridiculous."

While leveling up the fighting skill did enhance his physical attributes, that wasn't the key point; it was just an addition.

The most critical aspect was how it specialized his body for 'combat'.

It made him more and more suitable for fighting in all aspects.

"Comfortable."

Xue Jing took a deep breath, feeling cheerful and relaxed.

After resting for a while and recovering his mental state, he was about to start his daily training when he heard the sound of propellers "tat-tat-tat-tat" from the sky.

Looking up, he saw a helicopter that appeared normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, its side fuselage showed some uneven marks, flying his way.

Xue Jing stood up and waited in place.

...

Inside the helicopter, Ning Yuantai looked out the window at the slender figure on the ground beneath him.

Three days ago, he was defeated by a punch from that person, even before he had finished speaking.

Although it was his own carelessness for not dodging, the fact that he was defeated by a nearly age-matched peer was firmly etched in his mind.

"Such age, such talent, no wonder even that Mr. Wu... holds him in high regard."

"But today is different, I'm prepared."

"To cleanse the disgrace, today is the day."

Ning Yuantai talked to himself.

"Ning, why are you following along? You should stay at the base, I could have gotten the top of Hundred Feet Pole for you," said the Mountain Demon, who was piloting the helicopter.

"My status today is all thanks to myself."

Ning Yuantai crossed his hands, preparing himself for a fight.

"What I lost once, I must also regain by myself!"

Staring at Xue Jing, who was rapidly approaching, he stated resolutely.

After he finished speaking, for some reason, he suddenly recalled a pair of detached silver-white eyes akin to those of a deity, which sent a chill through him and cast a shadow over his heart.

He shook his head, banishing those eyes from his mind.

"Uh, are you sure?" the Mountain Demon asked with a peculiar expression.

Being bold enough to seek a rematch after being knocked out with a single punch... Ning seemed to have some strange predilections.

Unaware that his image had been severely twisted in the eyes of the Mountain Demon, Ning Yuantai, looking at Xue Jing's figure afar, was resolute.

"..." Void Blade remained calm by his side, not speaking a word.

The helicopter slowly descended, and for some reason, this time it landed far away from Xue Jing, several dozen meters further than three days ago.

As the propellers slowly ceased spinning and the cabin door opened, three figures jumped out one after another.

Ning Yuantai gazed at the distant figure standing tall and firm like a towering pine and took a deep breath.

Then he exploded with movement, disappearing from his spot, rushing towards his opponent at breakneck speed.

"Second round!"

"Xue Jing, let's battle!"

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