Fighting Boming

The clear, lingering chime of a bell echoed across the sky, and the lively atmosphere at the final exam venue reached its peak.

At the southern end of the venue, three figures radiating powerful auras sat solemnly.

The first on the left was none other than Teacher Wala, dressed in a suit of blood-red armor and exuding extraordinary presence.

Faint crimson light flowed across the armor, as if it held some ancient and powerful force. It emanated boundless authority and might, inspiring awe in all who saw it.

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

Most striking were his eyes, formed entirely of lightning. They flickered and crackled in their sockets from time to time, releasing terrifying flashes and peals of thunder that no one dared look at directly.

An indescribable air of authority and severity surrounded the middle-aged man, inspiring awe and apprehension in everyone around him.

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

In the seat of honor at the center, a lean old man in a pale blue robe gazed down at the bustling venue with a kind, amiable expression. Smiling broadly, he couldn't help but remark.

"In past years, the results of the final exams were fairly clear-cut. But today's exam is hard to predict."

Teacher Wala smiled as he spoke.

"What's so hard to predict? Boming has taken first place among the lower grades many times. With the resources he's earned as a reward, he's already reached Cosmic Level Nine, and he's made decent progress in the Law of Wood."

"He's not just near the top among the lower grades. He'd probably rank quite high even among the upper grades."

"Your favored student, Feng Hui, is decent enough, but he's only been alive for a year. He's had far too little time to cultivate. No matter how gifted he is, I doubt he can match Boming."

The middle-aged man on the right, whose eyes were made entirely of lightning, spoke coldly.

"Heh, we'll see soon enough. You're the famous Thunder Eye, but I'm afraid you're going to be mistaken this time."

Teacher Wala smiled calmly.

"Is that so? Then I'll be sure to see what makes the student you're so confident in so exceptional," the stern middle-aged man said with a cold snort.

"All right, all right. Let's just watch in peace. After all these years, the two of you still love to argue. Aren't you worried the students will see and laugh at you?"

The lean old man in the middle had clearly grown used to their bickering. His eyes, seemingly a little cloudy, turned toward the lower-grade seats, settling on a student with two dark green dragon horns on his head.

"This little fellow seems rather special to me. We'll just have to wait and see."

"Enough of that. The bell has rung. Let's announce the start of the final exam." The lean old man waved a hand.

"Yes, Principal."

The stern middle-aged man nodded at that and rose to his feet. His thunderous gaze swept across the venue, and his deep, resonant voice boomed in every student's ears like rolling thunder.

"Time is up. The final exam begins now. Students in the same grade will spar against each other. Remember, do not kill your opponents!"

"You all know the rules. Follow the draw and take the stage in pairs. The loser is eliminated."

"Yes!"

The dense crowd in the venue rose to their feet and responded respectfully.

The stern middle-aged man casually waved a hand. "In that case... let's begin."

"Dong!"

As he waved, another resounding chime rang out, instantly carrying throughout the entire academy.

"Swish, swish!"

Students took the stage in pairs according to the draw and began their matches.

The teachers who had been seated behind the three of them also went to stand beside the arena, acting as referees and stepping in to rescue students if they were in danger.

The matches continued, and Feng Hui took the stage several times, but his opponents were too weak. He quickly finished each fight.

At last, 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 show you that you don't deserve Teacher Wala's favor," Boming said slowly, glaring fiercely at Feng Hui.

"Oh, so that's why. In that case, I'll have to beat you to prove I deserve it."

A smile spread across Feng Hui's face, and he pressed his lips together.

"You can talk all you want, but that won't change the fact that you're not good enough. You're still too green to beat me!"

Boming's gaze suddenly sharpened. He stepped forward, and his surging Origin Force burst from within him without restraint. He had already decided to go all out and defeat Feng Hui with the speed of a thunderbolt.

He would prove to Teacher Wala that he alone deserved to be valued, while Feng Hui was nothing but a talentless fool the teacher had misjudged.

Feeling Boming's oppressive intensity, Feng Hui took a deep breath, his eyes filling with solemnity.

Boming had already reached Cosmic Level Nine. With Teacher Wala's help, Feng Hui had reached Cosmic Level Fifth Order, but he had only been alive for a year. He was four minor levels behind Boming.

Besides, Boming had taken first place among the lower grades time and again. He had cultivated profound secret techniques, and his understanding of the Law of Wood was not to be underestimated.

It seemed he would have to show what he could really do.

As soon as the match began, Boming's face turned cold. He had no intention of warming up; with a low growl, he radiated killing intent. Grass-green currents churned around him, and the Golden Broadsword in his hand emanated a startlingly sharp aura.

Boming suddenly took a step forward, leaving a fading afterimage behind.

His body transformed into a streak of flowing light. In an instant, he unleashed his strongest saber technique! The Golden Broadsword cleaved through space, radiating bone-chilling cold as it fell toward Feng Hui at lightning speed.

In an instant, a blade of light swept across the eight directions, threatening to annihilate everything in its path.

Feng Hui's gaze sharpened. Under this strike, his aura had been completely locked onto, and the surrounding space had frozen.

Before the blade of light had even fallen, its razor-sharp force had already carved deep marks into the Bluestone Arena.

But just as the blade of light was about to strike Feng Hui, he flipped his hand, and the Black Longblade appeared in his grasp. Striking first despite moving later, it slammed into the Golden Broadsword.

Sparks flew at once, and the clash of metal rang out across the arena. A violent gust of force burst from the point of impact, and Boming's body shuddered as the immense force sent him staggering back several steps.

But Boming clearly had more combat experience. The moment he retreated, golden blade-light erupted again, splitting into dozens of streaks that hacked viciously toward Feng Hui.

"Whoosh!"

Feng Hui's figure suddenly vanished from the arena.

He shifted aside, dodged the blade-light, and appeared at the other end of the stage. His gaze fixed on Boming as a surging battle spirit gradually rose in his eyes.

"Not bad. If we're going to fight, let's make it a proper one!"

"Buzz!"

In an instant, two Feng Huis appeared in the arena. Both figures charged toward Boming at terrifying speed.

"What?"

Boming, still gripping the Golden Broadsword, was stunned. The worst thing in a fight was not knowing which target to attack.

"One of these Feng Huis has to be fake. But my Origin Force perception tells me they're both real. How is that possible?"

Creating afterimages was easy.

In fact, for Cosmic Level fighters like Boming, their incredible speed left a trail of afterimages in the eyes of ordinary people due to persistence of vision, making it seem as though there were several copies of their bodies.

But no matter how fast they moved, they were still just one person!

The Origin Force perception of a fighter at the same level could see through them with ease.

"What? Spatial Clone!"

The teachers beside the arena, who had been watching the students' matches casually and without much interest, cried out in astonishment.

"The Space Origin Law!"

"It's the Law of Space!"

"And he's grasped it quite deeply—not much less than his understanding of the Wood Primordial Law. He can even twist space to create a clone!"

"If I remember correctly, this kid has only been alive for a year!"

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

He had understood both the Law of Wood and the Law of Space quite deeply, despite having been alive for only a year. It was simply astonishing.