As though cleaving Mount Hua1 apart, his fist slammed downward.
“Eat my fist, kid!”
His raging fist reached in a split second, carrying a momentum capable of blasting everything into smithereens as it smashed toward Meng Lei.
Just how fearsome was a ninth-grade expert’s physical strength? Should his punch land squarely on its target, any Great Magician would be smashed to death.
“Good job making it here!”
Meng Lei did something that no one would ever expect at the critical moment—he reached out his left leg and took a step back with his right, lowering his hip and getting into a horse stance1. Then, he met the attack with a punch of his own!
“What?!”
“Is he out of his mind?!”
At the sight of this, the spectators almost jumped out of their seats. Innumerable wealthy young ladies, noblewomen, and debutantes that idolized Meng Lei clenched their hands tightly into fists and held them over their chests. The timid ones even squeezed their eyes shut.
At the same time, Flit the 66th and the others in the private room also frowned one by one, finding it extremely hard to understand Meng Lei’s actions.
Meng Lei’s merit was his magic, while Chester’s was his body.
By using his shortcoming to attack an enemy’s merit, wasn’t he just seeking death?
“Fred, what’s the little fellow doing?” The muscular old man broke into a frown and asked, “Is he tired of living?”
“You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask, then?”
President Fred’s features were contorted into a savage expression, and he was close to being sent over the edge!
Chapter 132: Meng Lei The Monster, Violently Smashing A Hammer
Crash!
As though a meteor crashing into Earth, their fists clashed against each other. Together with a thunderous boom, with the two of them as the center, raging winds from the resulting shockwaves swept outward to every corner of the ring.
The next moment, something that no one ever imagined even in their dreams happened—Chester, who was in the air, suddenly cried out, and his form flew backward like a cannonball!
He then fell onto the ring, stumbling all the way almost to the edge of the ring before barely managing to steady himself and come to a stop.
His right arm was a bit twisted, and the entire arm—together with his body—was trembling slightly, and he even had a look of agony on his face!
On the other hand, Meng Lei stood where he was, completely fine. There was neither redness in his face, nor was he out of breath. He even blew at his fist coyly with a calm and easy expression, forming a stark contrast with Chester.
“...”
The whole venue was filled with silence.
No one made a sound at all.
Everyone was flabbergasted.
In the private room, the blond elderly man found himself somewhat tongue-tied. “Isn’t Chester a Ninth-Grade Warrior? Why has he been thrown out with a punch?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
The muscular elderly man laughed wryly and replied, “That little fellow named Meng Lei has an even stronger body than Chester! At preliminary estimates, he has already attained at least ninth-grade mid-level status, perhaps even high-level!”
“This...” All the academy presidents looked at one another in silence.
“A 16-year-old Ninth-Grade Great Magician and Ninth-Grade Warrior! Is he a monster?!”
“Fred, just how exactly does that little fellow cultivate? Why is he such a mutant when he’s only 16 years old?”
Even Flit the 66th, who had been calm and collected the whole time, found it incredible by now. He shifted his gaze to President Fred, eager to know the key to all of this.
Fred gave a wry laugh and replied, “I don’t know the concrete details, either, but my guess is that there’s highly likely a Dragon King-class expert backing that little fellow!”
“What?!”
Flit the 66th was terribly shocked. His razor-sharp eyes instantly landed on Fred, and he asked, “Fred, are you serious?”
All the other academy presidents also looked at President Fred with horrified and incredulous expressions. The Dragon King-class was no trivial matter; one mustn’t joke around like that!
Fred gave another wry chuckle as he replied, “Your Majesty, I can’t be sure whether or not it’s true because I’ve never personally met that expert, but there’s likely no mistake about that!”
No mistake about that?
Then, wouldn’t that mean that there really was a half-deity backing Meng Lei?
Flit the 66th fell silent at his words. His fingers drummed lightly against the chair’s armrest, no one knowing what exactly he was thinking.
The other academy presidents also sank into contemplation. The enormous private room fell into pin-drop silence at once, leaving only the teenage girl and the rest of the princes and princesses looking at one another in confusion.
At that moment in the fighting ring, as a piercing pain came from his right arm, alarm, horror, and incredulity filled Chester. As the top genius of Dragon People Magic Academy in the past, he had refused to graduate all this time for the sole purpose of amazing the world with a single feat and to shine brilliantly.
Yet he had been defeated by a 16-year-old grunt when this was just the qualifying round!
Chester had received a huge blow from this, and he couldn’t help but question his life now.
Meng Lei’s voice rang out at this point. “Are we continuing this?”
“I’ve lost!”
After staring long and hard at Meng Lei, a dejected Chester went down the ring. He knew that he would only end up humiliating himself if he continued the fight—admitting defeat was his only option now.
“Meng Lei is the victor for this match!”
The host’s voice resounded throughout the arena.
“Meng Lei!”
“Meng Lei!”
“Meng Lei!”
All the spectators in the whole venue broke into deafening, resounding cheers at once. They shouted Meng Lei’s name hysterically as if they had gone mad.
