Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 37 Absolute Strength

Worried about his own safety, Lu Jun lost all interest in listening to the lecture.

After school, Gu Yuena was going to the Mecha Design Association.

"You should also work harder and reach level 5 secondary profession as soon as possible, so that we can make the battle armor faster."

Gu Yuena encouraged Lu Jun.

"...I still have a long way to go."

Lu Jun didn't have any particular thoughts about improving his second career.

He's a one-sided genius.

As long as he keeps choosing ice-attribute metals, his second profession will definitely see a huge boost.

The only difference is technique.

Having parted ways with Gu Yuena, he would now return to his dormitory to focus on his cultivation.

Naturally, it was because of the extreme attribute debuff that he wished he could put in extra effort to cultivate every moment.

The journey back to the dormitory was naturally not peaceful either.

"Brother Lu! Wait a minute!"

Hearing someone calling him, Lu Jun turned around and saw Long Chen panting as he caught up, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, clearly having run all the way.

"What is it?" Lu Jun asked calmly, without stopping his steps.

Long Chen quickly caught up, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke as if he had made up his mind:
"Brother Lu, could you... help me with special training?"

Lu Jun paused, turning her head to glance at him:
"Special training?"

"Yes!" Long Chen nodded vigorously, his eyes pleading. "I know I'm not strong enough. If I drag the team down in the competition a month from now..."

What benefit would I gain from training you?

Lu Jun interrupted him directly, his voice cold.

"Do I look like a 'good person' who readily helps others?"

Long Chen was stunned, clearly not expecting Lu Jun to refuse so decisively.

He opened his mouth, but found that he really couldn't think of any way to repay Lu Jun.

As a super genius, Lu Jun's strength far surpasses that of his peers. He lacks nothing in terms of resources, status, and talent.

And what about yourself?

Apart from a decent Holy Dragon Martial Soul, he had almost nothing.

Compared to Lu Jun, Long Chen felt that he was more than one starting line behind others.

Instead, there are countless starting lines.

I thought I was already very, very good, but in front of a true genius, I still wasn't good 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 don't want to embarrass myself in the competition!"

"I used to think I was pretty good, but after meeting you, I don't think so anymore."

Lu Jun frowned slightly, turned around and looked directly at him, his tone unusually serious:
"Long Chen".

"Huh?" Long Chen was taken aback.

"Don't casually gamble your life on strangers," Lu Jun said calmly. "You only have one life; don't give it away so cheaply."

Long Chen stood there, bewildered and astonished.

He thought Lu Jun would laugh at him or simply ignore him, but he never expected to hear such a sentence.

However, this also caused Long Chen's fists to clench until they turned white, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

The setting sun cast a long shadow over him, which intensified his anxiety.

"But you're not just anyone!" he suddenly raised his voice, the echo reverberating. "You're someone who can truly win my respect!"

"Please, I want to know the secret to becoming stronger, how to become as powerful as you."

Lu Jun paused in his turn.

This loud and boisterous guy now seems to have a kind of desperate determination.

"Long Chen, don't misunderstand."

Lu Jun said in a low voice.

"I am not strong. If I were to encounter a master of one-word battle armor, I would probably be just like you were encountering me, unable to even last a single round."

In this era, most Soul Kings are already One-Word Battle Armor Masters.

The combat power boost provided by the battle armor is simply too great.

"I know!" Long Chen shouted. "Brother Lu is also working hard to cultivate and become stronger, and what I need to do is to keep up with Brother Lu's pace!"

"So, can we go to the training ground?" Meeting Long Chen's gaze, Lu Jun sighed slightly.

Forget it.

It would be good to make him disheartened.

"Let's go then."

Lu Jun agreed.

Long Chen's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly jogged to lead Lu Jun to the training ground.

……

Under the metal dome of the training ground, the cold white soul-guided lights looked quite warm.

Long Chen stood in the center of the arena, his body tense, releasing the Martial Soul of the Holy Light Dragon, with two yellow Soul Rings slowly rotating beneath his feet.

Lu Jun had one hand in his pocket and the other hanging casually at his side, looking at him indifferently.

"I'm asking one last time." His voice was calm, almost cold. "Are you sure you want to do it?"

"Confirmed!" Long Chen nodded without hesitation, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. "Brother Lu, I know I'm weak right now, but if I don't even have the courage to challenge the strong, I'll always be a piece of trash!"

Lu Jun stared at him for two seconds, then shook his head:

"Fine, since you're determined to die..."

He slightly raised his right hand, palm down, and a wisp of cold, dark blue air suddenly appeared in the void.

"Om."

A long sword, its surface gleaming with crystal, materialized out of thin air. Its blade was as if sculpted from millennia-old ice. Even before the sword moved, the surrounding temperature plummeted, as if the air itself had been frozen.

Ice Abyss Sword!
Long Chen's pupils contracted, and he instinctively felt a shiver, but he gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart.

"Brother Lu, I'm here!"

He let out a low roar, and his first spirit ring suddenly lit up.

Dragon's Claw!
Golden dragon scales covered his arms, and his five fingers transformed into sharp dragon claws, hurtling straight at Lu Jun's face with a sharp whooshing sound.

Faced with this move, Lu Jun didn't even move a step.

He simply raised the Ice Abyss Sword lightly, tip pointing downwards, and touched the ground.

In an instant, a terrifying chill erupted like a tidal wave!

Centered on the tip of the sword, frost spread wildly, turning the ground, walls, and ceiling—the entire training ground—in the blink of an eye into a world of ice crystals.

Long Chen's dragon claw was still half a meter away from Lu Jun, but Lu Jun was already frozen into an ice sculpture, his expression frozen at the moment he threw the punch.

Lu Jun swung the Ice Abyss 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 difference in strength, so-called courage and determination are meaningless. You can't accomplish anything with just a surge of enthusiasm."

"In short, you chose the wrong training opponent."

"I am not suitable as your sparring partner. You should find someone of equal strength to you, or an opponent who is stronger than you."

Long Chen was breathing heavily, his hands supporting him on the ground, his knuckles white from the cold.

But when he looked up, his eyes were even more determined than before.

“…I understand.” His voice was hoarse, but filled with unprecedented seriousness. “Brother Lu, I get it, I absolutely get it!”

"I'm going to find someone to spar with right now! To make me stronger!"

"Oh, right."

Lu Jun nodded in satisfaction.

This child is teachable.

If you understand, then you're right.

As long as he doesn't bother me, that's fine.

Lu Jun silently glanced around.

The ice crystals on the training ground had not completely dissipated, and the cold air still lingered in the air. The ground, walls, and ceiling were all covered with a thick layer of frost, resembling a glacial world in the far north.

"Sigh, this ultimate ice is hard to control."

Thinking this, he prepared to make a quick getaway.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar, accompanied by an angry roar:

"Who the hell did this?!"

This shout startled Lu Jun.

Oh my god, Chao Xiong Ge.

(End of this chapter)