An uproar!
The entire arena erupted into chaos.
It wasn't just the examiners who were on break—
even those currently conducting tests froze mid-fight, utterly stunned by what they had just witnessed.
One by one, jaws dropped.
"W-What just happened!?"
"Holy sh*t, tell me I didn't just see that wrong!"
"Did that guy—did Lu Sheng just get kicked across the field by a high school senior!?"
"No way! Are the current batch of students this insane!?"
"Look closely! The reinforced bricks behind him—they're shattered! Completely pulverized!"
"Bullsh*t!!!"
"Those aren't normal bricks! Even a second-tier cultivator with 100 Dao Power could only crack them with effort—
but pulverize them instantly? That's something only a third-tier could do!"
"Holy crap! Holy sh*t! What the actual hell!!"
"…"
In that moment—
every examiner in the field stood frozen, dumbstruck, speechless.
But Zhao Xuan—the cause of all this—
wasn't the least bit concerned.
No—
to be precise, he knew what had happened—
he just didn't care.
Because right now, he was doing something much more important.
He was charging straight at Lu Sheng again.
He'd been holding back for over ten days.
Ten long, frustrating days with no one willing to face him.
No sparring partners.
No real battles.
Now—
finally—
a worthy opponent stood before him.
There was no way Zhao Xuan was letting this opportunity slip away.
Tap-tap!
Using Shave, he closed the distance in a blur, covering several meters in an instant.
Lu Sheng, being a seasoned third-tier cultivator, had already anticipated this.
His battle experience ran deep—
and the moment he hit the ground earlier, he'd already predicted Zhao Xuan would attack again.
So as Zhao Xuan charged, Lu Sheng was already on his feet, his face solemn and focused.
Gone was the easy confidence from before.
Now, he no longer saw Zhao Xuan as a student taking an exam—
but as a true opponent, an equal in battle.
"Haah!!!"
With a sharp exhale, Lu Sheng swept his leg out.
Storm Kick!
The air exploded with a deafening whoosh.
"So fast!" he thought, eyes narrowing. "Is this kid really a high schooler?"
His instincts screamed danger.
At once, Lu Sheng activated Iron Body and Armament Haki, his abdominal muscles locking tight like forged steel.
A faint black sheen rippled across his skin.
The next instant—
CRACK!!
Zhao Xuan's Storm Kick collided with Lu Sheng's guard.
Though Lu Sheng managed to take the hit head-on,
the reinforced bricks beneath his feet shattered into fine dust under the impact.
He didn't even notice.
Every ounce of his focus was on Zhao Xuan.
At the exact moment the kick connected,
he countered—
His right hand shot out like a dragon breaching the sea.
Five fingers turned into piercing blades.
He caught Zhao Xuan's leg in midair!
At the same time, his left fist darkened with Armament Haki—
and he struck.
The movements were fluid, precise, and brutally efficient.
Zhao Xuan reacted, but Lu Sheng's timing was too fast.
Before he could activate Iron Body, the punch slammed into him.
BOOM!!!
Zhao Xuan's body was flung backward, crashing into the ground several meters away.
But thanks to his partial dragon transformation,
his physique was already over 1000 points.
Even without Iron Body—
Lu Sheng's full-powered punch barely reddened his skin.
He stood up instantly, completely unharmed.
"Holy—this kid's a monster!"
Lu Sheng couldn't help but curse aloud, his voice cracking with disbelief.
Before he could even catch his breath, Zhao Xuan was already charging again.
Tap-tap-tap!
Using Shave once more, Zhao Xuan shot forward like lightning.
His fingers turned to spears—
Finger Gun!
The air trembled as he thrust forward.
With the fivefold enhancement from the Azure Dragon Fruit,
Zhao Xuan's speed was beyond comprehension—
faster than most third-tier cultivators.
Still—Lu Sheng had experience on his side.
He had expected this.
With several light steps using Moonwalk, he shifted positions midair, evading the strike,
then countered—
his own leg whipping around in a vicious arc.
CRACK!
His kick landed squarely on Zhao Xuan's back—
but Zhao Xuan was already ready for it.
Iron Body!
His entire frame tensed, muscles hardening into living steel.
He absorbed the hit without flinching—
then spun, grabbing toward Lu Sheng's leg in retaliation.
But by then, Lu Sheng had already vanished—
kicking off the air again with Moonwalk to reposition above him.
He countered immediately with another strike.
The clash continued—
kick after kick, strike after strike.
Before long, the fight entered a stalemate.
Lu Sheng's attacks couldn't pierce Zhao Xuan's monstrous defense—
while Zhao Xuan couldn't quite land a clean hit on Lu Sheng's agile, battle-hardened form.
But as the minutes ticked by—
Lu Sheng's expression began to change.
Because something terrifying was happening.
Zhao Xuan was adapting.
At the start of the fight, he couldn't even touch Lu Sheng.
Now—just moments later—
Lu Sheng found himself barely dodging those same attacks.
Each exchange grew closer.
Each dodge, narrower.
And the realization hit him like ice water—
"This kid… he's learning my moves. While fighting me."
His breath hitched.
"No—he's not human."
"He's a monster!"
"A monster!!"
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