Worried about his own safety, Lu Jun was in no mood to listen to the class.
After school, Gu Yuena is going to the Mecha Design Association.
"You should also work harder and reach level five as a secondary profession as soon as possible, so that we can make battle armor faster."
Gu Yuena encouraged Lu Jun.
"…It's still early for me."
Lu Jun didn't have any ideas about improving his second career.
He is a god of war who is good at all subjects.
As long as he keeps choosing metals with ice attributes, his second profession will definitely be greatly improved.
The only thing missing is the skills.
After parting ways with Gu Yuena, he had to go back to the dormitory to practice well for the next period of time.
Naturally, it was because of the extreme attribute debuff, and he wished he could practice harder every moment.
The journey back to the dormitory was naturally not peaceful.
"Brother Lu! Wait!"
Hearing someone calling him, Lu Jun turned around and saw Long Chen chasing after him, panting. Beads of sweat hung on his forehead, obviously he had been jogging all the way.
"Is there something?" Lu Jun asked calmly without stopping.
Long Chen quickly followed, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke with determination:
"Brother Lu, can you... help me with special training?"
Lu Jun paused and glanced at him sideways:
"Special training?"
"Yes!" Long Chen nodded vigorously, a hint of pleading in his eyes. "I know I'm not strong enough. If I fall behind in the competition in a month..."
"What good will it do me to train you?"
Lu Jun interrupted him directly with a cold voice.
"Do I look like a 'nice guy' who randomly helps others?"
Long Chen was stunned, obviously not expecting Lu Jun to refuse so bluntly.
He opened his mouth, but found that he really couldn't think of what to give Lu Jun in return.
As a super genius, Lu Jun's strength far exceeds that of his peers. He lacks nothing in terms of resources, status, and talent.
And what about yourself?
Apart from a fairly good Holy Dragon Martial Spirit, he has almost nothing.
Compared with Lu Jun, Long Chen felt that he was more than one starting line behind others.
But there are countless starting lines.
I thought I was very good, very outstanding, but in front of a real monster, it was still not enough!
Long Chen clenched his fists, his eyes struggled for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said:
"If...if you can make me stronger, I'll give you my life!"
"I-I don't want to embarrass myself in the competition!"
"I used to think I was pretty strong, but after meeting you, I no longer think so."
Lu Jun frowned slightly, turned around and looked directly at him, his tone unusually serious:
"Long Chen."
"Ah?" Long Chen was stunned.
"Don't risk your life on strangers." Lu Jun said calmly, "You only have one life, don't give it away so cheaply."
Long Chen stood there, a look of confusion and astonishment on his face.
He thought Lu Jun would laugh at him or simply ignore him, but he didn't expect to hear such words.
However, this also made Long Chen's fists clenched white, and his nails dug deep into his palms.
The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, making him even more anxious.
"But you're not someone else!" He suddenly raised his voice, causing it to resonate. "You're the one who can convince me!"
"Please, I want to know the secret to becoming stronger, how I can become as strong as you."
Lu Jun paused in turning around.
This noisy guy now seems to be determined to risk everything.
"Long Chen, don't misunderstand."
Lu Jun whispered.
"I'm not that strong. If I were to encounter a One-Word Battle Armor Master, I'd probably end up like you did when you encountered me, unable to even survive a single round."
The Soul Kings of this era are generally already one-word battle armor masters.
The combat effectiveness enhanced by the battle armor is simply too strong.
"I know!" Long Chen shouted, "Brother Lu is also working hard to become stronger, and all I have to do is follow in your footsteps!"
"So, can we go to the training ground?"
Meeting Long Chen's gaze, Lu Jun sighed slightly.
never mind.
It's also good to make him feel discouraged.
"Then let's go."
Lu Jun agreed.
Long Chen's eyes lit up instantly, and he hurriedly trotted with Lu Jun to the training ground.
…
Under the metal dome of the training ground, the cold white soul guide light looked very warm.
Long Chen stood in the center of the venue, his whole body tense, releasing the martial spirit of the Holy Dragon of Light, and two yellow spirit rings slowly rotated under his feet.
Lu Jun put one hand in his pocket and let the other hand hang casually at his side, looking at him indifferently.
"I'll ask you one last time." His voice was calm, almost cold. "Are you sure you want to fight?"
"I'm sure!" Long Chen nodded without hesitation, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "Brother Lu, I know I'm weak now, but if I don't even have the courage to challenge the strong, I will always be a waste!"
Lu Jun stared at him for two seconds and shook his head:
"Well, since you're determined to die..."
He raised his right hand slightly, palm facing down, and a wisp of cold blue air suddenly appeared in the void.
"Buzz."
A crystal-clear sword condensed out of thin air. The sword body seemed to be carved from ten thousand-year-old ice. The sword tip did not move, but the temperature around it dropped sharply, and even the air seemed to be frozen.
Ice Abyss Sword!
Long Chen's pupils shrank, and he instinctively shuddered, but he clenched his teeth and forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart.
"Brother Lu, I'm here!"
He growled, and his first soul ring suddenly lit up.
Dragon Claw!
Golden dragon scales covered his arms, and his five fingers turned into sharp dragon claws, attacking Lu Jun's face with a sharp sound of breaking wind.
Faced with this move, Lu Jun didn't even move.
He simply lifted up the Bingyuan Sword lightly, pointing the tip of the sword downwards towards the ground.
In an instant, the terrifying cold air erupted like a wave!
With the tip of the sword as the center, frost spread wildly, and the ground, walls, ceiling, and the entire training ground turned into a world of ice crystals in the blink of an eye.
Long Chen's dragon claws were still half a meter away from Lu Jun, but his entire body had been frozen into an ice sculpture, even his expression frozen at the moment of punching.
Lu Jun swung the Bingyuan Sword, causing the ice crystals to quietly dissipate. Long Chen fell to his knees with a thud, trembling all over, his lips turning purple from the cold.
"Do you understand now?" Lu Jun looked down at him, his voice still calm. "In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, so-called courage and determination are meaningless. Passion alone won't accomplish anything."
"In short, you've chosen the wrong training opponent."
"I'm not suitable to be your sparring partner. You should find someone of equal strength, or someone who is stronger than you."
Long Chen was panting heavily, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, his knuckles turning white from the cold.
But he raised his head, his eyes more determined than before.
"...I understand." His voice was hoarse, but with unprecedented seriousness, "Brother Lu, I understand, I absolutely understand!"
"I'm going to go find someone to spar with! Let me become stronger!"
"Oh, right."
Lu Jun nodded with satisfaction.
This child is teachable.
It's right as long as you understand it.
Just don't bother him.
Lu Jun glanced around silently.
The ice crystals in the training ground have not completely dissipated yet, and the cold air is still permeating the air. The ground, walls, and ceiling are all covered with a thick layer of frost, just like the glacial world in the Far North.
"Hey, my extreme ice is hard to control."
Thinking this, I prepared to slip away.
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the distance, accompanied by angry roars:
"Who the hell did this?!"
This shout scared Lu Jun.
I am a super handsome guy.