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

Chapter 124 How can a swordsman bow down to another sword?

Wu Changkong suddenly looked up, staring intently at the Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand.

This was the first time he had clearly felt the terrifying power of Lu Jun's martial spirit at such close range.

This is by no means an ordinary ultimate ice martial soul.

"Begin." Wu Changkong suppressed the raging storm in his heart, no longer waiting, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a spreading icy mist afterimage.

Although the Heavenly Frost Sword was suppressed, Wu Changkong's combat experience and Contra-level physical abilities were still terrifying.

He chose the most direct close-range attack, attempting to break through the invisible suppression of the Ice Abyss Sword with speed and power.

The Ice Abyss Sword hummed slightly, seemingly displeased by the provocation of the Heavenly Frost Sword. Lu Jun's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced. With a flick of his wrist, the icy blue sword light instantly transformed into an indestructible ice wall to meet the attack.

The two ice swords clashed violently for the first time on the training ground.

A piercing metallic clang was accompanied by a terrifying ice explosion. A visible, icy blue shockwave suddenly spread out from the two people, instantly covering the training ground with a thick layer of solid ice, and even freezing the air into tiny ice crystals.

The students watching the battle gasped and retreated, channeling their soul power to resist the biting cold and impact.

Lu Jun felt an immense force coming through the Ice Abyss Sword, which made his arm numb and his blood churn.

This caused Lu Jun to stagger back a few steps.

The difference in cultivation level is too great...

The ice crystals beneath his feet, which had been helping to dissipate his strength, quietly shattered inch by inch, turning into ice dust and dissipating.

The immense recoil made his hand go numb and his arm veins ache, as if he had been struck by an invisible hammer.

However, as he forced himself to look up, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The figure standing opposite, like a solitary peak, actually staggered back two steps.

Although it was only two steps, and Wu Changkong immediately regained his footing, the clear backward trajectory instantly ignited the entire training ground!
"Hiss, what did I just see?"

"The dance teacher...resigned?"

"I am not wrong, right?!"

Gasps of astonishment and gasps of disbelief echoed around the edge of the training field.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan, in particular, were filled with an almost frozen shock in their eyes.

They followed Wu Changkong all the way from Donghai City, and countless times in practical training they were dominated and crushed by that Heavenly Frost Sword. Even with the combined strength of the three of them, they couldn't even make Wu Changkong's clothes sway.

That was the sense of despair brought about by an absolute power gap as large as a mountain.

At this moment, Lu Jun, with just one sword clash, actually forced Teacher Wu to retreat.

Tang Wulin's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, a sense of immense and indescribable disparity engulfing him like an icy tide.

His pride and joy seemed insignificant in the face of the aftershocks of that pure sword intent clash.

Xie Xie stared wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dropping, his eyes filled with pure horror.

Xu Xiaoyan covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, as if she had seen the most incredible sight in the world.

As for Long Chen, he was already used to it and wasn't surprised at all.

In the center of the arena, Lu Jun and Wu Changkong's eyes met in mid-air. Without a word, they instantly understood each other's intentions.

Both sides tacitly refrained from activating any spirit rings or displaying dazzling spirit skills; they simply raised their swords in response.

In the blink of an eye, the second sword strikes clashed fiercely, and a pure and ultimate swordsmanship contest unfolded in the training ground.

Lu Jun cleared his mind of all distractions, focusing on only one thought: battle.

Tata is on!

In his hands, the Ice Abyss Sword was no longer a cold martial spirit, but an extension of his arm and a manifestation of his will.

Each thrust of the sword was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that cut through the cold wind; the angles were tricky and ruthless, and the trajectories were unpredictable.

The icy sword intent, like a tangible cold current, coiled around the sword, each swing creating a blizzard-blue afterimage that froze the air.

He displayed all his swordsmanship skills without reservation.

Wu Changkong's expression remained indifferent, but deep in his eyes, the resentment ignited by the mournful cries and tremors emanating from the Heavenly Frost Sword surged like an undercurrent beneath the ice.

He's a swordsman.

He was a powerful figure who once roamed the world with his sword and proved his Dao through swordsmanship.

His pride and his beliefs had long been integrated with the Heavenly Frost Sword.

How can we bow down to another sword just because of the difference in the rank of our martial spirit?

The mournful cry of the Heavenly Frost Sword lashed at his heart like a whip, relentlessly urging him on.

The suppression of his martial spirit did not make him back down; instead, it aroused his long-dormant fighting spirit.

Driven by its master's indomitable will, the Heavenly Frost Sword forcibly suppressed the fear originating from its very core and emitted a mournful sword cry.

Wu Changkong's wrists flicked, and his swordplay suddenly changed, no longer the previous style of wide-ranging attacks that relied on brute force to overcome skill.

Instead, it becomes exceptionally concise, swift, and precise.

Each time, the Heavenly Frost Sword aimed directly at the slightest flaw in Lu Jun's sword moves.

There is still a significant gap between the two in swordsmanship.

After all, one only trained for a few years, while the other trained for more than twenty years.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The dense, chilling clang of metal on metal exploded like a storm, and two figures transformed into blurry, high-speed moving shadows, flashing wildly across the wide training ground, colliding, separating, and colliding again.

Two icy blue sword lights intertwined and entwined, like two violent cold currents tearing and annihilating each other.

The frozen ground was constantly plowed open with new furrows by the sword energy, and then instantly covered with an even thicker layer of solid ice by the colder air.

The dissipating sword energy sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp screech, forcing the students watching to retreat again and again, and forcing them to exert all their soul power to resist the omnipresent, bone-chilling cold and the sharp sword pressure.

"My god...is this really a Soul Master versus a Soul Douluo?" Long Chen's lips twitched as he watched, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Brother Lu is simply a monster. Just in terms of swordsmanship alone, he can actually fight Teacher Wu to this extent?"

“It’s not entirely swordsmanship,” Gu Yuena said calmly. “Teacher Wu’s martial soul was completely suppressed by the Ice Abyss Sword, causing her soul power to stagnate and her strength to be weakened by at least 30%.

"So Teacher Wu is now relying more on her physique, combat experience, and willpower, which far surpass Lu Jun's."

"However, Lu Jun's ability to force Teacher Wu to go all out and even retreat at one point under these circumstances is indeed impressive."

"Strong? That's more than just strong!" Xie Xie couldn't help but interject, his face full of excitement. "This is a feat that even if our whole class joined forces, we might not be able to budge Teacher Wu an inch. This guy Lu Jun..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yuena glanced at him indifferently. The clear disdain in her eyes made Xie Xie's words catch in his throat, and his cheeks instantly turned bright red.

"Pfft." Xu Xiaoyan couldn't help but laugh out loud at his embarrassed look, which eased the tense atmosphere slightly.

(End of this chapter)