"Is that... Seventh-Order Middle-Level?!"
On the small island, Leng Shu felt Xu Jingming's aura and stared in astonishment. Then relief washed over him.
"Good thing I invited Master Wu. If I'd sent an Eighth-Order Middle Position fighter against Xu Jingming, he would've lost for sure!"
"Still, Xu Jingming's talent is downright monstrous.
"Seventh-Order Middle-Level at twenty years old..."
Leng Shu's eyes gleamed.
He had made up his mind. Once he became chairman, he would do everything he could to win Xu Jingming over.
"Seventh-Order Middle-Level? What terrifying talent!"
In the stands on the central island, Chairman Leng Cang shot to his feet, his face full of shock.
But a moment later, he shook his head and sank back into his seat.
"What a shame. The gap between each minor stage of the eighth order is enormous.
"Seventh-Order Middle-Level still falls a little short."
As an Eighth-Order Peak Grandmaster, he knew Wu Xuan's strength all too well.
By his estimate, even with an SS-rank Metahuman Ability, Xu Jingming would need to reach Seventh-Order Upper Position before he could defeat him...
Above the virtual city, golden lightning coiled around Xu Jingming's entire body.
Everything within two kilometers had become a sea of lightning!
Rapid Blade Hurricane moved fast. In no time, it swept into that sea of lightning with the wind howling around it.
Rumble—
Wind and lightning tore at each other, unleashing astonishing waves of energy.
The surrounding skyscrapers crumbled in an instant, as fragile as heaps of sand!
That sea of lightning was merely an offhand burst of Xu Jingming's Du Tian Divine Lightning, not a Combat Skill.
It struggled against the massive Rapid Blade Hurricane. Though it weakened the hurricane considerably,
it could not stop it completely. In less than two seconds, the hurricane had closed to within