"Not bad speed… a proficient-level Shave. I'll give him two extra points."
Lu Sheng muttered inwardly, then pressed both feet against the ground—
Tap! Tap!
He used Shave as well.
But his movements were clearly sharper—faster and more refined than Zhao Xuan's.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Sheng vanished from his spot.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Zhao Xuan.
Naturally, Zhao Xuan's strike hit nothing but air.
"Now then," Lu Sheng murmured with a smirk,
"My turn."
He extended two fingers—forming a gun-like gesture—
Swoosh!
A Finger Gun shot through the air, whistling straight toward Zhao Xuan's back.
The speed was terrifying—so fast that Zhao Xuan had no time to react, no time even to trigger Iron Body.
Thud!
The Finger Gun landed squarely on Zhao Xuan's back.
But…
Zhao Xuan's 200+ physique was no joke.
Lu Sheng's fierce strike couldn't even pierce his defense.
It only left behind a faint red mark—barely noticeable, almost laughable.
"Hm?"
Lu Sheng's eyes narrowed.
He hadn't used full power—only about thirty percent.
But still…
He was a Tier-3 Practitioner.
Even a strike with just thirty percent of his strength should have been more than enough to crush a normal high school student.
"Could it be… this kid's physique has already broken 100?"
Before Lu Sheng could finish the thought—
Whoosh!
A strong gust of wind surged toward him.
Tap-tap!
Without thinking, Lu Sheng flashed several meters away, barely dodging Zhao Xuan's sweeping Tempest Kick.
"As I thought…" Zhao Xuan's eyes sharpened.
"Without using the Azure Dragon Fruit, defeating a Tier-3 Practitioner is impossible. I can't even touch him."
His breath deepened.
"In that case—let's finish this quickly."
Locking eyes with the calmly smiling Lu Sheng, Zhao Xuan activated the Azure Dragon Fruit.
Dragon Transformation — Activate.
Under the fivefold amplification of the Azure Dragon, Zhao Xuan's physique instantly broke through 1,000.
A divine aura, ancient and suffocating, swept across the field—
as though a dragon from forgotten myth had just stirred awake.
"A… special Devil Fruit ability?"
Lu Sheng's calm vanished. His brows furrowed, face turning serious.
That earlier arrogance was gone in an instant.
Then—
Tap-tap-tap!
Zhao Xuan moved again.
Still the same Shave,
but this time, it was something entirely different.
His form blurred—
and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Lu Sheng.
Tempest Kick — unleashed.
A sweeping leg cleaved the air, carrying with it the weight of a mountain.
"Wha—What the hell!?"
"How can he be that fast!?"
Lu Sheng's face changed drastically.
He hurriedly activated Iron Body, muscles hardening to steel.
But—
BOOM!
Zhao Xuan's kick landed with the force of a speeding train.
For an instant, Lu Sheng's world spun—
then his body was sent flying like a ragdoll,
crashing into the ground several meters away.
Crack-crack-crack!
The impact shattered the reinforced blue bricks beneath him—
designed to withstand immense force—now reduced to dust.
"Holy sh*t!!!"
"No way!!!"
"What the actual f*ck?!"
"Wha—what did I just see?!"
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!"
Nearby, several examiners who had been resting between shifts jumped to their feet, eyes bulging, curses flying uncontrollably from their mouths.
That alone showed just how stunned they were.
The entire field erupted.
Not just the resting examiners—
even those in the middle of testing other students froze mid-fight, staring wide-eyed.
"What—what just happened!?"
"Did I see that right just now?"
"Lu Sheng—he got kicked… by a high school student!?"
"What the hell!? Are seniors these days that strong!?"
"Look carefully! The ground behind him—the reinforced blue bricks are shattered! Into powder!"
"Holy crap!!!"
Someone stammered,
"Those special blue bricks—Tier-2 Practitioners with 100 Dao Power can break them, sure…
but pulverizing them instantly? That's only possible for a Tier-3 Practitioner!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd.