Deduct 1 for merit. I am really not a child of luck.

Chapter 7 "Isn't it reasonable for the son of luck to have some adventures?"

Zhu Hongyuan lightly stepped on the ground and jumped lightly onto the stage.

I have to say that they have the strength to be among the top three on campus. At least the relaxed and carefree posture when they go on stage is something that ordinary students cannot compare to.

The students below applauded.

"So handsome, Zhu brother!"

"As expected of the top three on campus, his posture is so cool. I just don't know if Ye Chen can beat him."

"I don't know. Both of them are at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Now there's something to watch!"

"..."

Lin Mo occupied an excellent viewing position, looking at the two people on the stage, secretly analyzing the situation in his mind.

In terms of strength on paper, both of them are at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

However, Zhu Hongyuan was said to have reached the sixth level of Qi Refining during the summer vacation before his senior year of high school, while Ye Chen reached the sixth level of Qi Refining at the end of the first semester of his senior year of high school.

There is about half a year gap between the two.

Logically speaking, Zhu Hongyuan has the advantage.

However, being both at the sixth level of Qi Refining, this advantage is not as great as imagined.

When there is not much difference in the level of Qi Refining, it depends on who has higher quality spells and has practiced better.

Although the school library has a collection of basically all kinds of Qi Refining spells, they are all basic and low-grade spells.

There are not many spells that can be used in competitions. On weekdays, when students exchange spells, they are basically the same few spells with different meanings.

When it comes to the most useful skills in the ring, basic swordsmanship is definitely the first.

Most of the arena fights in the Qi Refining Stage are just fights between noobs.

Especially for students like them, their magic skills are not very good.

Like the [Fire Control Technique] and [Rain Spreading Technique] on Lin Mo's panel, the proficiency level is only slightly better than that of the small flame and water gun, and has no lethality at all.

Maybe if you really hit the other person, you can make him experience the thrill of ice and fire. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he shouts at you, "Great, do it again!"
In comparison, basic swordsmanship is more practical. No matter how well you have practiced, even if you stab your opponent randomly with a wooden sword, there is a chance that you can make him scream.

As expected, Zhu Hongyuan pulled out a wooden long sword from his waist, swung it in the air to make a beautiful sword flower, and said to Ye Chen:
"Give you time to get your weapons. Don't make excuses if you lose."

Ye Chen looked at him disdainfully, put his hands behind his back, and sneered:

"I don't need a weapon, just draw your sword."

What a pretentious line, write it down... Lin Mo said in his heart.

"Then don't regret it!"

Zhu Hongyuan's face turned dark, then he held the sword in his right hand, pinched the sword finger with his left hand, and made a simple straight stab towards Ye Chen.

"Shh!"

There was a sound of breaking wind in the air.

This sword move was clean and neat, and extremely fast, not at the level of an ordinary student.

Many audience members in the audience didn't even react in time as the sword was about to approach Ye Chen.

Facing this fast and accurate sword, Ye Chen was not panicked at all, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Mysterious ice turns into sword light, and frost falls in all directions!"

I saw a frosty force gathering at his fingertips, and then he used his fingers as swords and stabbed towards Zhu Hongyuan's wooden sword.

“Bang!”

In just a moment of contact, Zhu Hongyuan's wooden sword shattered, and his body flew backwards involuntarily, fell heavily out of the ring, and hit the bluestone on the side of the road.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhu Hongyuan's mouth.

Seconds?

The students around had incredible expressions on their faces.

Zhu Hongyuan was even more so. He covered his aching chest with one hand, lay on the ground, and looked up at Ye Chen on the stage, his eyes full of disbelief.

Being at the 6th level of Qi Refining as well, he had not expected that he would be defeated so miserably.

Ye Chen looked down at him and said, "You lose! Don't forget to transfer the training time to me tomorrow."

As he finished speaking, cheers broke out from the crowd.

"Great! Brother Ye is awesome!"

"Killing the second best on campus with just one move? That's too powerful!"

"It's still the second place, but now the second place has changed hands!"

"That can't be said. The Immortal Examination is based on scores, not a competition."

"Who cares? Winning is awesome!"

"Although we won, Zhu Hongyuan vomited blood. Wasn't this a bit too harsh?"

“It seems a little bit, but winning is awesome!”

"..." Amid the noise of the crowd, Zhu Hongyuan, with a gloomy expression, was carried away by his classmates.

Lin Mo also showed a hint of surprise on his face. He didn’t expect that the “protagonist” was so powerful!

Moreover, the sword technique just now, which used fingers as swords, was obviously not the basic sword technique taught in school.

It’s very powerful, could it be a level 1 intermediate spell?

He was secretly guessing in his heart.

The selling price of a 1st-level mid-grade spell is at least 5 lower-level spirit stones outside.

Converted into ordinary currency, it is more than 100 million!

So rich?

Lin Mo looked at Ye Chen on the stage with suspicion. The latter's family conditions were just as he said, ordinary, even worse than his family selling peaches.

An ordinary working-class family would have to save this amount of money for decades, so it doesn’t seem realistic to buy it with money.

There is only one explanation: "It's reasonable for the son of luck to have some adventures, right?"

Very reasonable...Lin Mo couldn't refute this very convincing reason.

"Ye Chen is too strong. That was Zhu Hongyuan, and he was defeated in one move!"

A student passing by praised it like this.

Lin Mo shook his head. Rather than saying that Ye Chen was strong, it would be better to say that the effect of "luck" was too strong.

Looking back at Ye Chen who had just transferred into Class 10 of Senior 3, he had average qualifications, ordinary looks and personality, and was one of the most ordinary students in their ordinary class.

Now he has made a comeback and become a campus celebrity, and even defeated the higher-ranked second-generation immortal Zhu Hongyuan with a single move.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Ye Chen practices hard, but how many people on this campus don’t practice hard?

Even Zhang Dahai, who always wanted to go home and inherit the family business, meditated for more than ten hours every day, and the other students were even more eager.

When I went to Nanshan No. 4 Middle School, I would be embarrassed to say that I was from that school if I didn’t have hemorrhoids.

So to sum up, the key to Ye Chen's counterattack still comes from the word "luck".

As Lin Mo walked towards the third teaching building, he couldn't help but sigh:
"This protagonist template is so enviable. When can I also get the luck?"

As soon as the voice fell, the system prompt sounded in my ears:

[Ding! Merit accumulated to 1000 points, luck value: 1]

Lin Mo stood there in a daze, his mouth slightly open.

huh?

He was stunned at first, then quickly opened the system interface, and as expected, a new entry was refreshed under the merit value:
[luck value]: 1
"..."

He was a little speechless for a moment.

No, merit points can actually condense luck points?
If that’s the case, can’t I also become the son of destiny?
Then the question is coming again:
How much luck value is needed to become the son of luck?

Lin Mo subconsciously thought of Ye Chen's appearance in his mind.

The only known son of luck in Nanshan No. 4 Middle School is Ye Chen.

If it were three years ago, when Ye Chen had just joined the class and had a very calm personality, he might have been able to tell himself the answer at that time.

However, ever since he obtained the title of "Son of Fortune", his temperament has changed drastically.

He gradually changed from being gentle and docile in the past to being arrogant and rude. In class, he would look down at people with his eyes on his forehead, and he would ignore others when they communicated with him.

Lin Mo recalled that the last time he spoke to him was a year ago.

At that time, I just asked him a question about magic, but he mocked me for a while. Finally, he left in a pretentious manner, saying "Summer insects cannot talk about ice."

Since then, Lin Mo never put his warm face against that icy butt again.

"It would be a miracle if he could tell me!"

He shook his head.

After thinking for a while, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to the head teacher, Mr. Li:
"Teacher Li, I want to know how much luck points are needed to become the son of luck?"

Soon, Lao Li's message came back:

"Stop daydreaming! Finish your meal quickly, and come to my office to copy the essentials of Qigong during evening study!"

Oh, Old Li doesn’t know either… Lin Mo thought to himself.

Given Lao Li's personality, if he knew the answer, he would probably brag to him.

If not, then he must not know.

never mind!

Lin Mo did not continue to worry about the issue of luck value. Being able to condense luck was a good thing.

It was not until he walked into the lobby on the first floor of the third teaching building that he suddenly remembered something:

So, I also have the potential to become the "protagonist"?
(End of this chapter)