The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Lu Jing wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt like some changes had occurred in Fang Zijing. However, Lu Jing couldn't quite put his finger on what those changes were. He just felt that Fang Zijing had suddenly become exceptionally serious and solemn, and the way he looked at him made him feel a little strange.

At the same time, as Fang Zijing removed the iron rings from his arms, it was as if he had broken free from some shackles and undergone a rebirth. The aura he exuded between his gestures was significantly stronger than before.

Good heavens, a breakthrough in the midst of battle? This is the standard protagonist template! Lu Jing had also heard the sound of those iron rings hitting the bluestone bricks. They were not light. When he thought about how Fang Zijing had been fighting with such burdens on his arms, Lu Jing clicked his tongue in amazement, and a solemn look appeared on his face. After that… he just made his horse stance even more stable.

Therefore, having no skills on the skill panel is really fatal. When it comes to a critical moment, he can't even pull off a self-deceiving, ineffective move.

In the next moment, Fang Zijing discarded all those messy thoughts from his mind, allowing his mind to completely settle down.

Then, he retracted his right fist to his waist to gather strength. Ignoring his injuries, he forcibly activated all his power to the tenth level. Fine beads of sweat oozed from Fang Zijing's forehead, and all the muscles in his body contracted with this accumulation of power. The veins on his arms bulged, and it was as if hundreds of earthworms were wriggling wildly beneath the muscles. This was also a sign that he had pushed his power to the limit.

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When Fang Zijing completed his accumulation of power and threw this punch, it was more than twice as fast as the previous one. Lu Jing didn't even see the trajectory of his fist clearly, and his right shoulder was in pain.

Yes, that's right. This was the first time Lu Jing had felt pain in battle. Of course, he had only fought two battles since he transmigrated, but even with such a small sample size, it was still a very unusual thing, meaning that the warm current in Lu Jing's lower abdomen failed to keep up with the opponent's speed for the first time.

But that was all.

As soon as the fist touched his skin, the meridians from his arm to his dantian became hot again. The unknown things in his dantian, like sharks smelling blood, quickly gathered and surged towards the point where Fang Zijing's punch landed, protecting Lu Jing's muscles, blood vessels, meridians, and bones before the force on the fist could continue to transmit downwards.

After stabilizing his position, he revealed his fangs and began to encircle and suppress the energy that had invaded Lu Jing's body with that punch. A portion of the warm current and those energies canceled each other out, but then a continuous stream of warm current continued to gush out from Lu Jing's dantian, using Fang Zijing's fist as a bridge, and poured into the latter's body without hesitation.

Fang Zijing only felt that this punch was not directed at Lu Jing, but at a sea. In an instant, he was enveloped by surging waves, and then those waves kept hitting him, destroying all obstacles that tried to block the way. Fang Zijing barely held on for a few breaths before he could no longer bear it. His eyes went dark, and he fainted to the ground.

In the last moment of his lingering consciousness, Fang Zijing vaguely heard exclamations from his companions, but he didn't care about such things. He was only desperately observing and comprehending the oncoming waves, and a trace of understanding gradually rose in his heart.

The problems that had troubled him in the past seemed to have been shattered by those waves.

So that's how it is.

Fang Zijing closed his eyes contentedly.

… … … …

Huh? Another one down.

Lu Jing looked at Fang Zijing lying on the ground and felt a little numb.

If one time could be an accident, then two times was obviously not something that could be explained by coincidence.

Whether it was Qin Xiaotou before or Fang Zijing now, no one could seem to hurt him, and not only could they not hurt him, but they were also counter-killed by him, who was completely AFK. Lu Jing couldn't help but feel even more confused. Could it be that the thing in his dantian was really internal energy?

He tried to make the warm current in his dantian flow to his arm, but his neck turned red and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he didn't succeed.

At this time, the six martial artists who came with Fang Zijing had rushed to Fang Zijing's side. Someone stretched out his palm and pressed it against Fang Zijing's back. After a moment, his expression changed, and he looked at Lu Jing with even more fear, especially when he saw Young Hero Lu's angry expression, like a vajra.

They were also afraid that they would follow in Fang Zijing's footsteps. They quickly bowed their heads, clasped their fists, and hurriedly left the quadrangle courtyard with the unconscious Fang Zijing, their steps even faster than when they came.

Lu Jing then turned his head and looked at Zhang Jinming, who had been left behind by the group. The latter had finally escaped, but perhaps because the whole process was too magical, Young Master Zhang was still busy trying to figure out what had happened, and there was no joy on his face. He was staring blankly with his wife, He Shi.

If he were playing a game, Lu Jing would probably see system prompts like "Your teammates are offline" above their heads.

After a long while, He Shi reacted first and thanked Lu Jing repeatedly, thanking him for saving her husband. Then she opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something.

Although Zhang Sanfeng generally required the womenfolk to stay in the room when he taught Lu Jing martial arts, He Shi had never seen Lu Jing practice martial arts. However, Zhang Sanfeng was quite concerned about this disciple he had finally accepted, and he would occasionally sigh a few words during meals, so Lu Jing's situation was not a secret in this courtyard.

He Shi didn't understand how Lu Jing had become so powerful overnight, able to "defeat" a martial artist who was obviously an expert.

However, Lu Jing shook his head before she could ask, "Don't ask, I can't answer even if you ask. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first. I feel that today's matter is not that simple. There is no reason for that group of people to come and cause trouble for Master for no reason, so it's best not to run around outside if you have nothing to do recently."

Lu Jing's last sentence was a subtle warning to Zhang Jinming. Although Zhang Jinming had previously disobeyed his father and looked down on his father's disciple, Lu Jing was now his savior. He didn't say anything, but he wasn't able to change his attitude immediately and still had a dark face.

Lu Jing had already walked to the door, but he stopped and turned back, saying, "By the way, when Master returns, please be sure to come and inform me, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Jinming snorted, neither explicitly agreeing nor refuting, but based on his personality, Lu Jing guessed that he should have already agreed to this matter.