Hundred-Person Streak / Ding Yumin Takes the Field

Chapter 71: Hundred-Man Slayer

The moment the referee shouted for the match to begin.

Bai Zhengfeng quickly controlled his Star Track. Ice Element energy spiraled around his body as he tried to seize the initiative.

Even so, Bai Zhengfeng's vision went black. A pair of dark green snake eyes appeared before him and suddenly lunged in for a bite, making his heart convulse. His mind was shaken, and a faint Curse Mark surfaced on his forehead.

His Star Track was instantly interrupted.

Immediately afterward, Lu Jun raised the Vibranium Heavy Sword. The Azure Cloud Boots activated beneath his feet, turning him into a blur that crossed over a hundred meters. In one second, he had reached Bai Zhengfeng.

Seeing this, Bai Zhengfeng had no time to control his stars. His brow twitched, and he hurriedly summoned the Shield Magic Tool from his Spiritual World. An Ice Crystal Shield enveloped him, three meters high and completely protecting his body.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

After Lu Jun charged over, the Vibranium Heavy Sword came crashing down. The terrifying impact shattered the Ice Crystal Shield in an instant, and the Heavy Sword continued onward toward Bai Zhengfeng.

At that moment, Bai Zhengfeng was terrified. He instinctively squeezed his eyes shut and waited for death to descend.

But the next moment, a sharp gust of wind swept over. The skin on his face stung, and his neck turned cold, as if an icy blade had been placed against it. A voice sounded beside his ear. "You've lost. Next."

When Bai Zhengfeng opened his eyes, a thick, pitch-black sword was already inches from him. White-gold light flickered along its edge, making him uncomfortable.

His expression was dazed, with a trace of disbelief. He was an Intermediate Mage, yet he had not even released his Ice Element Intermediate Magic before losing in a single exchange.

Shouldn't the normal script have been that the two sides exchanged blows several times, with him ultimately losing regretfully but still earning glory in defeat?

Bai Zhengfeng had considered the possibility of failure, but he had never expected to lose like this. He had taken Lu Jun's Curse Magic into consideration and planned to use his Shield Magic Tool to withstand it for a moment and buy time to cast his spell. Who could have known it would be so useless? One miscalculation had ruined everything.

Combined with his bold words earlier, the contrast made his defeat especially humiliating. His face turned black.

The trolls in the livestream burst out laughing. "Bai La, you've got me dying! He was so heroic just now, and then he got instantly defeated."

"I thought he was going to be someone important. Hahaha."

"Bold words before the battle, silent as a mouse afterward!"

"Holy crap! A sword splitting magic—is that magic? Isn't that supposed to be science?"

Nearby, Gu Han announced Bai Zhengfeng's defeat. He was not surprised in the slightest, and Bai Zhengfeng left the arena in a sorry state.

Dean Xiao nodded. In truth, the students who had just entered university were still too rigid when casting spells. They remained standing still and traded magic attacks, so naturally they were easily cut down when facing an actual combatant like Lu Jun.

Using the least magic energy to produce the greatest damage—a typical Demon Hunter's style. His swordsmanship, which moved freely between restraint and release, was also quite good.

Although Bai Zhengfeng had lost, the fiery fighting spirit he had stirred in all the freshmen had not faded. They had all seen that Lu Jun had held back and had not gone for the kill.

Now, the freshmen were itching to try.

Lu Jun also knew that if he had gone all out from the beginning and seriously injured Bai Zhengfeng, he could have scared off many people. But he disdained such methods. Competition had to be fair and aboveboard.

Soon, a student stood up. He looked rather old, like an older brother, and said in a rough voice, "I'll go."

Not long after entering the arena, he slipped back to his seat.

Lu Jun could not even be bothered to release Fearful Haze. His opponent was merely a Primary Level Three Fire Element Mage. A Fire Seed flew straight at him, but Lu Jun casually cut it apart with the Vibranium Heavy Sword. After charging up to him, the opponent immediately admitted defeat.

After this "older brother" failed, even more freshmen rose to their feet. They had seen Primary Mages get instantly defeated and Intermediate Mages get instantly defeated too. There was no difference, right? If he could do it, so could they!

After all, the Beast Fighting Competition in previous years had always been a game for a select few. Only the hundred chosen prodigies had the chance to appear beneath the spotlights. They were the group who had been selected to represent everyone else.

They had been unknown in the past, but now they actually had the chance to stand on this stage. How could they not be excited?

If Lu Jun were defeated, they could at least boast that they had contributed to it.

A large number of freshmen stood up and formed a long line, challenging him one after another.

Lu Jun said nothing. He simply swung his sword in an ordinary manner, breaking spells and cutting down enemies. His swordsmanship had returned to simplicity. He wasted no unnecessary strength. Whether it was frost, flames, or thunder, he cut through them all with a single strike, sweeping forward with irresistible momentum.

Ten people... thirty people... fifty people!

In just half an hour, over a hundred people had been eliminated. The battles themselves took less time than the freshmen needed to enter the arena.

The livestream erupted with messages of "666."

"Holy crap, one sword breaks ten thousand spells! Amazing!"

"Hello, I'm an Elementary Mage. I thought splitting magic with a sword looked easy, so I took an iron sword to try it out. I'm currently lying in the ICU!"

"Scripted! It's definitely scripted!"

"This looks difficult, but it's actually not simple at all. (dogo)"

"Reading the comment above was like hearing a speech and hearing nothing at all."

In the backstage area, Dongfang Ming could no longer sit still. He could naturally tell that the Elementary Mages were useless. They were merely throwing themselves away, and they could barely even consume Lu Jun's magic energy. Only an Intermediate Mage could pose a major threat.

After observing for so long, he had already formed his own strategy. Lu Jun's terrifying aspects were nothing more than the Curse Element's interruptions and the Evil Spider Trap he had woven. Dongfang Ming had ways to deal with both.

As for that Demon Slaying Gear, the Black Gold Heavy Sword, it was indeed special, but it still consumed magic energy. Besides, Lu Jun was merely a melee fighter. Once the distance widened, he would not be able to hit anyone.

The advantage was mine! Dongfang Ming was delighted. He would be the one to end Lu Jun and make a name for himself by stepping on him.

Just as the next freshman eagerly entered the arena, Dongfang Ming walked out and said calmly, "I'll go first."

The girl froze. She knew that he was a member of the Dongfang Family, one of the freshmen representatives at the start of the school year, and fairly well known. Thus, she gave up her turn and let Dongfang Ming enter first.

The students behind them had no objections either. Their interest had been piqued. Bai Zhengfeng had been too pathetic. Now, a real Intermediate Mage battle was about to begin.

When Dongfang Ming entered the arena, he saw Lu Jun standing with his sword at the other end of the Beast Fighting Arena. His body was tall and straight, and under the dim light, his face was indistinct. A fearsome aura rushed toward him.

Dongfang Ming could not help but pause slightly. Only after a moment did he regain his composure.

Lu Jun probably did not even know how imposing his current aura was. He had hunted demons, killed people, defeated a hundred opponents in succession, and swept through a top university. All those experiences had cultivated an indescribable presence within him.

Dongfang Ming approached and said with absolute confidence, "Lu Jun, I've already seen through your weakness. This farce will end soon. I'll be the one to finish you."

Lu Jun was too lazy to respond. He raised his sword and asked calmly, "State your name."

"You..." Dongfang Ming grew somewhat annoyed when the other man ignored him. He sneered. "Dongfang Family, Dongfang Ming!"

Hm? Lu Jun showed a slight reaction, as if the name seemed familiar. Then he remembered. Dongfang Ming was the probationary judge whom Mo Fan had encountered two years later in the original story, the one who had been defeated in ten minutes.

If nothing went wrong, two years later he would be one of the top hundred Fire Element experts in the Main Campus. He also possessed the Innate Talent [Fast Casting].

In other words, all his spells could be cast in half the time of an ordinary person.

At last, Lu Jun was stirred. An interesting opponent had appeared.

Chapter 72: Ding Yumian Enters the Arena

The battle began, and the two controlled their Star Tracks in unison, releasing Primary Magic.

In just half a second, a ball of crimson Fire Magnetism flew from Dongfang Ming's hand. Lu Jun had no choice but to stop casting Fearful Haze.

Although his Curse Element's interruption of spellcasting seemed invincible, there was actually still a gap in time. As long as it was magic, there had to be a process of controlling the stars. Lu Jun had merely concealed that process and never revealed it to others.

Earlier, Lu Jun had relied on his superior mental realm to complete a Star Track in one second, crushing countless freshmen. But against Dongfang Ming's Innate Talent, he was still a step behind.

Talent—this was truly an insurmountable divide.

Whoosh!

Lu Jun's wrist jerked, and Spinning Slash cut the Fire Seed apart. Large swathes of crimson flame exploded in midair, sending waves of heat rolling over them as the smell of burning filled the air.

His opponent's Fire Element was still ordinary mortal flame and had not yet been fused with Azure Flame like it would be two years later.

However, Dongfang Ming smiled when he saw this. His guess had indeed been correct. As long as his spellcasting speed was fast enough, his magic could not be interrupted.

The old viewers in the livestream were delighted too. "Finally, someone who can actually fight! The previous people couldn't even release their magic. Those who knew better thought this was a battle between outstanding mages from Mingzhu University. Those who didn't probably thought they were watching street thugs brawl."

"Something's wrong. Why is Dongfang Ming releasing his magic so quickly?"

"New here? Then you wouldn't know. That's called an Innate Talent—Fast Casting..."

As Lu Jun cut down a hundred people with his sword, more and more people poured into Mingzhu's Beast Fighting Competition to watch the spectacle.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The events outside the arena did not stop Dongfang Ming's assault. Every half second, he flung out a Fire Seed. Crimson flames burned in both his hands like twin-gun heroes, Marco Polo, or Peashooters. Balls of fire shot out continuously at incredible speed.

Lu Jun swung the Vibranium Heavy Sword. Sword light like a massive door swept around his body, resembling a dark storm. Every fireball that came bombing toward him was cut apart, and a sea of flames spread across the nearby ground.

Lu Jun understood clearly that against an enemy like Dongfang Ming, what use were seven skills? The most useful option was still the Metal Element he had prepared in advance.

Boom, boom!

Lu Jun stepped on a cyan Wind Track and swung his Heavy Sword as he charged toward Dongfang Ming. Viewed from above, he looked like a figure cutting through a sea of flames. His momentum was unstoppable, and the flames retreated wherever he passed, separated into two rows like walls of fire.

Whoosh! Unexpectedly, a cool breeze rose beneath Dongfang Ming's feet, and his entire body retreated in sync. His speed was no slower than Lu Jun's. It was clearly his second Element's Wind Element Magic—Wind Track.

The two chased and fled around the Beast Fighting Arena. Dongfang Ming had made up his mind to release only Primary Magic.

Lu Jun stopped and stood with a cold expression. He suddenly reached out and clenched his hand. Soon, a dark green spiderweb surfaced from the air around the Beast Fighting Arena. It was dense and intricately woven, trapping Dongfang Ming's figure.

Caught off guard, Dongfang Ming exclaimed in shock, "When did you set up the Evil Spider Trap?"

He was utterly baffled. He had clearly been releasing Primary Magic without pause and was certain that Lu Jun had not had the opportunity to release even Primary Magic, much less Intermediate Magic.

Hearing this, Lu Jun said calmly, "I set it up at the beginning of the challenge."

Dongfang Ming was speechless. Nor could he accuse Lu Jun of violating the rules. Lu Jun had fought without pause through the first hundred battles, so leaving behind certain advantages in the arena was perfectly normal. He had simply failed to account for it.

Gu Han announced his defeat, and disappointment spread through the audience. "What a pity. He was pretty clever, but he lost by one move."

Many others were excited. "It's fine. Lu Jun used Intermediate Magic and has been fighting for so long, so his magic consumption must be severe. If another hundred people wear him down, we'll be able to chew through this tough opponent."

"Keep the pace! Don't let him stop and rest to recover his magic energy."

In the arena, Lu Jun breathed a sigh of relief. An Intermediate Mage with an Innate Talent was worlds apart from one without one. Mo Fan had been able to defeat Dongfang Ming later purely because he had let his guard down.

If Mo Fan had kept using Primary Magic as Lu Jun had, he would not have been able to finish Dongfang Ming in a short time, which would have caused the mission to escort the Totem Mysterious Snake to fail.

The same applied to Lu Jun now. If he continued wearing Dongfang Ming down, he could still win. He was even confident that he would have at least half of his Metal Element magic energy left. But that would make the battles afterward troublesome.

It was better to cut his losses in time and use the Evil Spider Trap to subdue Dongfang Ming in one move.

Soon, Lu Jun did not rest. One freshman after another entered the arena, like moths flying into a flame, coming endlessly.

He really had to thank Bai Zhengfeng. An Intermediate Mage had been instantly defeated, so these chosen prodigies no longer had any psychological burden. Some sought profit, some wanted fame, and others simply came for the entertainment. They threw themselves forward one after another.

Two hundred... three hundred... four hundred...

In a short time, a full five hundred people had been cut down. The Black Gold Heavy Sword was planted in the ground, and Lu Jun leaned on its hilt with both hands, panting heavily. His muscles ached all over, his mind was exhausted, and the magic energy in his Metal Element and Curse Element Nebulas had dropped significantly.

It was not easy to slaughter five hundred pigs, let alone five hundred mages.

Several hours had passed. The sky outside the Beast Fighting Arena had already darkened, while all the lights inside had been turned on, illuminating the arena brightly as the fierce battle continued without end.

People came and went in the livestream, and an entire wave of viewers had already been replaced. The conversation had noticeably decreased, but the ongoing battle continued spreading and had broken out of its original circle. Most office workers had finished work, opened their phones, and were deeply impressed.

"I've already gotten off work, and they're still fighting."

"What number is he on now? Can anyone count?"

"The five hundred and third. 666."

"Good! Keep investigating and reporting back."

Huang Xingli went up to try her hand in the Beast Fighting Arena. She was also an Intermediate Fire Element Mage, but because she did not possess an Innate Talent, she ended up suffering the same fate as Bai Zhengfeng and was quickly sent rolling back down.

When she returned backstage, she said furiously, "Ding Yumian, that guy is seriously too much. He's relying on his rare Curse Element and trying to monopolize all the resources. If I had even one mental-type Magic Tool, why would I let that petty man run wild?"

After saying this, Huang Xingli took the beautiful woman's arm with both hands and began to act spoiled. "Sister Ding, you're the only one here with Mind Element Magic, so you can counter Lu Jun. Please help us."

"That's right, that's right. Those are All Element Resources. We want to cultivate too."

The female university students around them, all close friends, urged her with pitiful expressions.

Ding Yumian was helpless. She had not intended to involve herself in this matter, but she could not resist her friends' pleas. Resources were simply too important to mages.

"Fine." She sighed. "I'll go into the arena."

A moment later, the referee announced the next match. While Lu Jun leaned on his sword and took a brief rest, he saw a mature woman with long, straight black hair slowly walk onto the stage. Her graceful figure swayed with every step, and her smooth black hair had been woven into a netted braid, giving her an air of gentleness and virtue.

Her presence was completely different from her older sister's forceful and fiery aura.

Lu Jun instinctively sensed that she was no ordinary person. It was a warning from his mind. He stared at her and asked, "Your name?"

"Ding Yumian." The woman gave him a faint smile and kindly reminded him, "How are you feeling now? Do you want to rest for a while and recover your magic energy? You look very tired already."