Battle Boming

A crisp, lingering chime echoed across the sky, and the lively atmosphere within the final exam grounds reached its peak at this moment.

At the southern end of the grounds, three figures radiating powerful auras sat upright.

On the far left was Teacher Wala, clad in a blood-red battle armor and exuding an extraordinary presence.

A faint blood-colored light flowed across the armor, as if it contained some ancient and formidable power, radiating endless majesty and dominance that inspired awe.

On the far right sat a middle-aged man with a cold, taut expression.

What drew the most attention were his eyes, entirely composed of lightning. They flickered and leaped within their sockets, releasing terrifying arcs of electricity and the rumble of thunder, making it impossible to look directly at him.

This middle-aged man exuded an indescribable air of authority and harshness, instinctively evoking reverence and wariness.

"Haha, this year's academy final exam is quite lively."

At the center seat, a lean, elderly man in a light blue robe wore a kind and benevolent expression. Smiling as he looked down at the heated atmosphere in the arena below, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"In past final exams, the situation was usually clear. But today's match is somewhat unpredictable," Teacher Wala on the left said with a smile.

"What's so unpredictable? That Boming has won first place in the lower grades multiple times. With the resource rewards he's received, he's already at Cosmic Level nine, and he has a decent grasp of the Law of Wood."

"Not just among the lower grades—even in the upper grades, he'd probably rank quite high."

"That Feng Hui you're so fond of, while not bad, was only born a year ago. His training time is too short. No matter how talented he is, he's likely still far from matching Boming," the middle-aged man with lightning-filled eyes on the right said coldly.

"Heh, just keep watching and you'll see. You, the famous Thunder Eye, might be in for a surprise today," Teacher Wala replied with a faint smile.

"Is that so? Then I'll have to take a good look and see what makes this student you're so confident in so extraordinary," the stern middle-aged man snorted.

"Alright, alright. Just watch quietly. It's been so many years, and you two still love to argue. Aren't you afraid the students will see and laugh?"

The lean elderly man in the center, clearly long accustomed to their bickering, turned his somewhat clouded gaze toward the lower-grade seats, his eyes settling on a student with two dark green dragon horns on his head.

"I think this little one is somewhat unusual. Let's wait and see exactly how things unfold."

"Let's put that aside for now. The bell has rung. Announce the start of the final exam," the lean elderly man said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, Dean."

The stern middle-aged man nodded at this, stood up, and swept his thunderous gaze across the entire venue. His low, resonant voice rumbled like thunder in every student's ears.

"Time is up. The final exam officially begins. Matches between students of the same grade—remember, no lethal force is allowed!"

"You all know the rules. Based on the draw, go up in pairs. The loser is eliminated."

"Yes!"

The dense crowd in the arena all rose and responded respectfully.

The stern middle-aged man waved his hand casually. "In that case... let it begin."

"Dong"

After his gesture, another loud chime rang out, instantly spreading throughout the entire academy.

"Shua shua"

Groups of students went up in pairs according to the draw order and began their matches.

The teachers who had been seated behind the three figures also came to the sides of the arenas, acting as referees and ready to intervene if a student was in danger.

The matches continued one after another. Feng Hui had gone up several times, but his opponents were too weak, and the fights ended quickly.

Finally, it was Feng Hui's turn to face Boming.

The two stepped onto the stage at the same time and stood facing each other.

"I'll make you understand that you don't deserve Teacher Wala's favor," Boming said slowly, glaring fiercely at Feng Hui.

"Oh, so that's the reason. In that case, I'll just have to defeat you to prove my worth," Feng Hui said with a smile curling on his lips, licking them lightly.

"No matter how slick your tongue is, if you can't deliver, you can't deliver. You're still too green to beat me!" Boming's gaze sharpened abruptly. He took a step forward, and his vast primal power surged out from within him without reservation. He had made up his mind to go all out and defeat Feng Hui with lightning speed.

He wanted to prove to Teacher Wala that only he was worthy of being valued, and that Feng Hui was nothing but a misjudged fool.

Sensing Boming's fierce pressure, Feng Hui took a deep breath, a hint of seriousness rising in his eyes.

Boming was already at Cosmic Level nine, while Feng Hui, despite Teacher Wala's help, had only been born a year ago and was at Cosmic Level five—four minor realms behind Boming.

Moreover, Boming had repeatedly won first place in the lower grades, cultivated profound secret techniques, and his grasp of the Law of Wood was not to be underestimated.

It seemed he would have to show his true skills.

As soon as the fight began, Boming's face was covered in cold indifference. He clearly had no intention of warming up. With a low roar, his killing intent flared, and grass-green currents surged around his body. He gripped a Golden Broadsword, from which a startlingly sharp fluctuation radiated.

Boming suddenly stepped forward, leaving an afterimage in place.

His body transformed into a streak of light, and in an instant, he unleashed his strongest blade technique! The Golden Broadsword tore through space, carrying a startling chill, and slashed down at Feng Hui like lightning.

In that moment, a blade light swept across the eight wastelands, annihilating everything in its path as it came head-on.

Feng Hui's gaze sharpened. Beneath this strike, his aura was completely locked down, and the surrounding space itself seemed to freeze.

Before the blade light even landed, its fierce energy had already carved deep marks into the Bluestone Arena.

But just as the blade light was about to touch Feng Hui, he flipped his palm, and a black longblade appeared in his hand. Striking after the first yet arriving before it, he clashed violently with the Golden Broadsword.

Sparks flew in all directions, and the clang of metal rang out across the arena. A violent gust of wind erupted from the point of impact, and Boming's body trembled as he was forced back several steps by the immense force.

However, Boming's combat experience was clearly richer. The moment he retreated, the golden blade light burst forth again, splitting into dozens of streaks of light that slashed fiercely at Feng Hui.

"Shua!"

Feng Hui's figure on the arena suddenly vanished.

He moved, dodging the blade light, and reappeared on the other side of the arena. His eyes locked onto Boming on the platform, and within them, a boiling battle intent gradually surged.

"Not bad. Since you want to fight, let's fight to our heart's content!"

"Weng!"

In an instant, two Feng Huis appeared on the arena, both charging at Boming at an terrifying speed.

"What?!"

Boming, gripping the Golden Broadsword, was greatly startled. In battle, the worst thing is being unable to lock onto your target.

"One of these two Feng Huis must be a fake. But in my primal force perception, both feel real—how is that possible?"

Creating an illusion is very simple.

In fact, for Cosmic Level fighters like Boming, their astonishing movement speed, due to the persistence of vision in ordinary eyes, would produce a trail of afterimages, as if they were all phantom bodies.

But no matter how fast they move, it's still just one person!

To the primal force perception of a peer-level expert, such tricks are utterly transparent.

"What? A Spatial Clone!"

The teachers beside the arena had been casual and indifferent, watching the students' fight with little concern, but now they all cried out in shock.

"The Law of Space!"

"The Law of Space!"

"And his comprehension is quite high—not much lower than his grasp of the Law of Wood. He can even distort space to create a clone effect."

"This kid, if I remember correctly, was only born a year ago!"

"How many years has it been since our academy produced such a peerless genius?"

Simultaneously comprehending the Law of Wood and the Law of Space, with deep insights into both, and being just a little guy born a year ago—this is simply heaven-defying.