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

Chapter 123 Heavenly Frost Sword and Ice Abyss Sword

Lu Jun rushed into the combat training field almost at the last minute.

The heavy alloy door closed behind him, shutting out the outside noise and instantly drawing the curious gazes of hundreds of students inside to him.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving only the low hum of the simulated environment in the center of the training field.

At the edge of the venue, Wu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze quietly fixed on Lu Jun, with a hint of scrutiny.

“Teacher, I…” Lu Jun took a breath and tried to explain.

"Lu Jun," Wu Changkong's voice was calm and even, yet it clearly drowned out all other noises, "You're late. Why?"

Lu Jun composed himself, and the excuse he had prepared beforehand slipped out, his face bearing just the right amount of apology:
"Teacher, I'm very sorry. Last night during my cultivation, my soul power circulated unusually smoothly, and it seems... I unintentionally entered a state of deep meditation. By the time I regained consciousness, time had already..."

"I'm sorry, I can't control my cultivation time."

Upon hearing this, a chorus of suppressed gasps and gasps of astonishment erupted from the audience.

"Deep meditation?"

"This luck is just too incredible!"

"No wonder he seemed a bit different today..."

Deep meditation is an opportunity that all Soul Masters dream of but can only hope to encounter once in a lifetime.

For young Soul Masters, it is an even more transformative opportunity.

Wu Changkong's gaze slowly swept over Lu Jun.

He keenly detected a subtle weakness deep within Lu Jun's aura, a residual trace of his overexerted soul power.

It is by no means the feeling of fullness, energy, and vitality that one should experience after deep meditation.

At the same time, he could clearly feel the restrained yet sharper sword intent emanating from Lu Jun, as if it had undergone a tempering and reforging, as well as the faintly emanating ice-attribute pressure that seemed to merge with the surrounding cold air.

This does indeed seem like the result of some kind of transformation.

It's very much like the state after deep meditation.

However, there are a few places that don't quite match.

Wu Changkong's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The contradictions within this student...

Deep meditation may be real, but the reason for this delay... is probably only part of the story.

But Wu Changkong suppressed his doubts and assumed that he was in deep meditation.

"Hmm." Wu Changkong looked away. "Return to the team and prepare for actual combat."

"is teacher."

Lu Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to his designated spot on the sidelines.

He forced himself to calm down and suppress the guilt and remorse in his heart.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, he carefully detached a wisp of his spiritual power and probed into the storage soul tool he had taken from the four Super Douluo.

The spoils inside made his heart skip a beat.

Boxes of high-level pills, and all sorts of rare materials for crafting battle armor.

As for those federal dollars, Lu Jun completely forgot about them.

There were also a large number of rare and precious materials, which were much better than what the Spirit Pagoda had given him before.

More importantly, Lu Jun also found some metals that exuded an aura of ice.

"Great! It seems we won't have to worry about materials for making battle armor anymore."

The value here is simply astonishing.

It's safe to say that someone who's reached the level of a Super Douluo would have to have some family wealth to back them up.

"I'll gladly accept it."

Lu Jun continued his search, and what surprised him most was a magical herb sealed in a crystal box, radiating a pure and warm aura of light, and was incomparably holy.

"A divine herb of the light element?" Lu Jun thought to himself.

"Although I know it's a divine herb, I haven't studied the corresponding knowledge and can't tell its age. But judging from the fluctuations in its aura, it should be at least a thousand years old."

"I never expected that there would be a thief within the Tang Clan itself."

As for the eight-cornered ice grass that should have belonged to him, in order not to arouse Leng Yulai's greater suspicion, he could only return it to its rightful owner and place it on Leng Yulai.

Anyway, Lu Jun gained quite a lot from this trip.

Thinking of this, Lu Jun felt a headache coming on, knowing that Leng Yulai would likely interrogate him about his secrets after he woke up.

The feel of those lips...

He quickly shook his head, forcibly dispelling the alluring yet sinful image.

"I'll deny it to the death. Anyway, all the evidence has been destroyed. Most importantly, I absolutely cannot say anything out of line."

The more you talk, the bigger the mistakes you make.

Therefore, Lu Jun would rather die than admit it and say another word.

They'll come up with a reasonable explanation in their own minds.

Hopefully...?

"I think there's nothing wrong with what I did. I've prepared all the evidence, and the surveillance footage is fine. It can prove that I wasn't there. Leng Yaozhu and the others wouldn't be so bored as to question Le Zhengyu, would they?"

"Besides, from their perspective, they have no idea that I know Le Zhengyu, and Le Zhengyu wouldn't go around saying that he helped me get to Maple Leaf City."

"Hmm... it should be fine, as long as we can keep it a secret."

"Next, Lu Jun."

Wu Changkong's cool voice interrupted Lu Jun's thoughts.

It was his turn.

Lu Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

Appropriate meditation has already adjusted his condition.

Wu Changkong seemed to have deliberately given Lu Jun more time to adjust, so when it was his turn, he was basically the last one in the class.

Lu Jun composed himself, took a deep breath, and strode into the center of the training field.

Wu Changkong, standing opposite him, had already taken his position, his posture upright like a pine tree.

Without further ado, eight spirit rings suddenly rose beneath Wu Changkong's feet.

Four purple and four black swords flashed in their hands, and the Heavenly Frost Sword was already in their grasp. The sword exuded a chilling aura, and its sharp sword intent instantly spread out, causing the temperature in the training ground to drop sharply.

Lu Jun dared not be negligent. With a slight thought, the Ice Abyss Sword appeared in his hand.

The moment the Ice Abyss Sword appeared, the Heavenly Frost Sword in Wu Changkong's hand, the top-tier weapon spirit that had slain countless powerful enemies and accompanied him through life and death, suddenly emitted a violent, almost mournful tremor.

The chilling aura that had flowed freely across the sword seemed to have encountered its natural nemesis, instantly becoming disordered, sluggish, and even... hesitant to advance.

What made Wu Changkong's pupils shrink even more was that the pure ice-attribute soul power in his body also produced a sense of stagnation under the aura of the Ice Abyss Sword, and its circulation became extremely difficult, as if he were carrying an iceberg on his back.

"This is... a martial soul counter?"

"Even with such a large difference in cultivation levels, is it still this obvious?"

Wu Changkong was deeply shaken. This was an experience he had never had before. The pride and sharpness of the Heavenly Frost Sword were like a subject meeting a supreme monarch in front of the Ice Abyss Sword, leaving only instinctive awe and reverence.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness.

The sense of powerlessness, like that of a sleeping husband, made it difficult for Wu Changkong to even muster the thought of resistance.

Dancer Kong subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the companion in his hand that had been with him for many years.

The Heavenly Frost Sword had lost its cold gleam and was no longer as dazzling and sharp as it usually was.

This feeling is far more terrifying than simple attribute restraint.

That was absolute suppression in terms of status, and complete dominance in terms of origin.

(End of this chapter)