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

Chapter 125 Lu Jun's Deep Meditation

In the midst of this brief exchange, the battle on the field had already reached a fever pitch.

Lu Jun was highly focused. The Ice Abyss Sword was already in sync with his mind. He keenly sensed the slight delay that appeared when Wu Changkong forcibly activated his suppressed martial spirit.

That was the feedback from the Heavenly Frost Sword, which could no longer bear the burden.

opportunity!

"break!"

Lu Jun silently shouted in his heart, and the sword intent that had been accumulating for a long time suddenly erupted.

The Ice Abyss Sword emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar, and a highly refined ice-blue sword light, like an aurora tearing through the night sky, instantly broke through the ice-blue sword net woven by the Heavenly Frost Sword with incredible speed and angle.

The icy sword tip, carrying a chilling intent that could freeze the soul, pierced straight at Wu Changkong's vulnerable chest.

Lu Jun did not hold back.

On the contrary, he truly gave it his all.

He didn't believe that someone with the cultivation level of a Soul Master could severely injure a Soul Douluo.

If that were really possible, it would be incredibly amazing.

Therefore, Lu Jun truly believed that Wu Changkong could stop his attack.

Lu Jun is ready to launch a counterattack.

"what!"

A horrified scream rang out from the edge of the training field; everyone thought Wu Changkong had no way to escape.

As Lu Jun had predicted, Wu Changkong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his footwork suddenly became mysterious and unpredictable, and his figure moved sideways like a ghost, leaving only a blurry afterimage in his original position.

Oops!

Lu Jun didn't react immediately.

I almost forgot that Wu Changkong is a member of the Tang Clan.

Since it's the Tang Clan, then it must know the Tang Clan's ultimate technique, the Ghost Shadow Step!

Wu Changkong narrowly avoided the fatal stab. The blade of the Ice Abyss Sword almost grazed his clothes, and the chill it brought instantly froze and cracked the clothes on his chest.

At the same time, Wu Changkong flicked his wrist at an almost impossible angle. The Heavenly Frost Sword did not block, but transformed into a heavy, icy blue sword light, carrying all his strength and the terrifying explosive power of a Soul Douluo, striking the end of the Ice Abyss Sword with perfect precision.

"clang!"

A deafening, metallic clang, more muffled and powerful than any previous collision, followed.

Lu Jun felt an irresistible, immense force coming from the hilt of the sword, and his tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood seeping out.

The Ice Abyss Sword could no longer be held; it flew out of his hand, transforming into a streak of icy blue light that plunged deep into the frozen alloy ground in the distance with a "plop," its hilt still vibrating and humming.

A cold, sharp sensation instantly pressed against Lu Jun's throat.

Wu Changkong held the Heavenly Frost Sword, its tip resting steadily three inches in front of Lu Jun's throat. The slightly trembling blade emitted a low hum, as if telling of the danger and indomitable spirit just now.

His chest rose and fell slightly, but his breathing remained steady and calm. However, his deep eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There was lingering fear, a sense of solemnity, and even a feeling of relief and exhilaration.

Lu Jun looked at the sword tip pressed against his throat, feeling its piercing chill, but there was no sign of frustration on his face.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood and the sharp pain in his arm, and said crisply and clearly:
"Teacher Wu, I lost."

His tone was calm, showing respect for the strong and also a sense of tranquility after pushing himself to his limits.

Wu Changkong slowly sheathed his sword, and the Heavenly Frost Sword returned to its sheath, emitting a clear and melodious sound, as if it had also been relieved of an immense burden.

He looked at Lu Jun, his gaze sweeping over the blood seeping from his hand and his slightly trembling arm. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a deep voice, which seemed less icy than usual, but carried an indescribable meaning:

"Winning and losing are common occurrences. But a swordsman's spine must not be bent."

His words were addressed not only to Lu Jun, but also, it seemed, to the Heavenly Frost Sword in his hand that had once uttered a mournful cry. Lu Jun was taken aback, instantly understanding the deeper meaning behind Wu Changkong's words.

That was about the dignity of martial spirits, the beliefs of swordsmen, and the indomitable spirit and rebirth under absolute suppression.

Wu Changkong was not only affirming him, but also enlightening him.

Power originates from the martial spirit, but willpower can transcend the constraints of the martial spirit.

This advice is invaluable.

Without hesitation, he bowed deeply to Wu Changkong, his movements precise and full of respect.
“Students are taught.”

Seeing Lu Jun's sincere actions, Wu Changkong's cold lips seemed to soften for a moment.

He also nodded slightly, leaning forward a very small amount:

"No, I'm the one who should be thanking you. Mr. Lu, thank you so much."

"No destruction, no construction. Your Ice Abyss Sword is the best whetstone for refining my swordsmanship."

After this dual confrontation of will and martial spirit, although the Heavenly Frost Sword still instinctively revered the Ice Abyss Sword's status, it had overcome the fear and trembling that originated from its source, and the sword intent belonging to Wu Changkong became more pure and resilient.

Wu Changkong could even feel that the bottleneck in his cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time, was loosening slightly because of this exhilarating and all-out battle.

Even his spiritual power has taken a step further towards the Spirit Abyss Realm.

However, after waiting for a moment, he did not hear Lu Jun get up or respond.

Wu Changkong's gaze fell on Lu Jun again, and he paused slightly.

Lu Jun remained in the bowing posture, his body seemingly frozen in place.

His eyes were closed, and his breathing became long and deep. The fierce sword intent that had surged around him due to the battle did not subside. Instead, it was drawn by some invisible force and began to flow, condense, and sublimate slowly with a mysterious rhythm.

The icy sword intent no longer emanated outwards to harm people, but transformed into a tangible stream of air, like countless tiny ice crystal whirlwinds, swirling around his body, washing over every inch of his skin and bones, emitting a subtle yet clear ringing sound.

An indescribable sharpness emanated from his body. Although it did not erupt, it had an imposing aura that seemed about to tear through the clouds and pierce the sky.

"Deep meditation?"

Wu Changkong was somewhat surprised.

"Huh? Another...another deep meditation?"

"In the actual combat training ground? Deep meditation right after a fight? Brother Lu's transition to this state is too smooth."

"My God, what kind of constitution does he have? Deep meditation is as easy for him as eating and drinking?"

I'm tired of using the word "envy"...

The students watching were completely speechless, overwhelmed by a mix of shock, envy, and numbness.

Wu Changkong reacted extremely quickly, raising his hand instantly. A gentle, icy blue soul power spread out like ripples on water, precisely forming a semi-transparent shield with a radius of three meters, enveloping Lu Jun and isolating him from all possible external interference.

"get out of class dismissed." Wu Changkong's voice returned to its usual coldness. "I will protect Lu Jun. Everyone, leave the training ground immediately and remain quiet."

The order was absolute, and despite their curiosity and reluctance, the students could only leave quickly and in an orderly manner.

Tang Wulin took one last, complicated look at Lu Jun, who was enveloped in a soul power shield and surrounded by sword intent. The ever-increasing sharpness made him clench his fists and feel immense pressure.

Long Chen rubbed his forehead and wailed, "It's over, it's over! Now we can't even see Brother Lu's taillights anymore. This meditation is advancing by leaps and bounds, is there any way for anyone to survive?!"

Xie Xie also looked frustrated, muttering "pervert".

Gu Yuena stared intently at Lu Jun with her purple eyes for a moment, then decisively turned away.

"Let's go. With Teacher Wu protecting us, there's nothing to worry about."

Gu Yuena's words awakened Long Chen and the others, who were still somewhat reluctant to leave. Only then did they follow the main group away, looking back every few steps.

(End of this chapter)