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

Chapter 257 Battle against Level 53, One-Word Battle Armor Master Yuanen Yehui
Lu Jun led everyone to the academy's most advanced and best-protected comprehensive training ground.

Beneath the enormous dome, the light was bright yet soft, and the alloy floor, capable of accommodating the collision of large-scale soul skills, gleamed with a cold, hard luster.

As soon as he stood still, Yuan Enhui spoke up, his clear, cool voice standing out distinctly in the empty training ground:
"My cultivation level is now at level 53, Soul King."

She paused and added:

"The One-Word Battle Armor has been forged. After the trial and error is completed today, I will go to the Spirit Pagoda to apply for the official One-Word Battle Armor Master certification."

"What? Level 53?"

Le Zhengyu's exclamation was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and it exploded instantly.

A few strands of his blond hair stood on end, his handsome face was filled with disbelief as if the sky had fallen, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Yuan Enye Hui:

"You...you were only level 49 before? How did you get to level 53 in just a few days? Even a rocket couldn't get you this fast!"

He immediately turned to look at Lu Jun, his eyes filled with a look of existential doubt.

"You two...you two didn't take leave because you planned to go to some secret realm to steal elixirs, did you? This rate of improvement is outrageous, are you trying to kill us all?"

Yuan Enhui glared coldly at Le Zhengyu:
"This promotion... does indeed have a special reason, but..."

Her gaze shifted to Xie Xie, who was trying to straighten his chest and wearing a silly smile, and her tone softened slightly.

"Thanks to Xie Xie. Otherwise..."

She didn't elaborate, seemingly referring to some private matters that were inconvenient to disclose.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

Xie Xie felt his bones lighten after being looked at by Yuan En Ye Hui. He involuntarily scratched the back of his head and let out a series of silly laughs that were hard to understand. He straightened his back even more.

"Tsk." Le Zhengyu looked at Xie Xie's smug and self-satisfied expression, and then at Yuan Enyehui and Lu Jun, whose cultivation had skyrocketed. He felt so jealous and could only snort in annoyance to express his envy and resentment.

Lu Jun was not at all surprised by Yuan En Ye Hui's improvement in cultivation.

He knew it.

Not to mention that he had forcibly simulated the cultivation of a Title Douluo and poured it into her body with divine power, even if the divine power was withdrawn, the supreme divine aura remained in her body, and its nourishment for her martial soul and soul power was unimaginable.

More importantly, he deliberately guided a portion of the pure dark essence power of the Demon Lord Alba to integrate into her Fallen Angel Martial Soul. At this moment, her Fallen Angel Martial Soul not only had no hidden dangers, but also benefited from the misfortune, reaching a new level of quality.

Level 53?

It was just a natural progression.

"Alright, enough chit-chat." Lu Jun clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back to the main topic.

He looked at Yuan Enyehui with a questioning and respectful gaze: "Class monitor, although we have participated in the exhibition match together, apart from you, the six of us are relatively familiar with each other and have fought side by side many times."

"As for you, we haven't gotten to know each other in detail yet, and we haven't fought side by side many times. So, in order to get to know each other's fighting styles and strengths as soon as possible, I have a suggestion."

His gaze swept over the other five people, finally settling on Yuanen Yehui:
"The six of us will challenge you alone. You may use your One-Word Battle Armor."

Lu Jun emphasized this point.

“It is precisely because you possess the One-Word Battle Armor and your combat power is comparable to that of a Soul Saint that I dare to make this seemingly unfair request.” “We need to feel the pressure of a true powerhouse, and you can also clearly understand the limits and characteristics of each of our abilities in battle. This is a two-way familiarization.”

A hint of appreciation flashed in Yuan Enhui's eyes, and without any hesitation, he nodded directly:
“Alright, that’s exactly what I was thinking too. Now that I’ve activated my battle armor, I do need stronger opponents to test and adapt to this power.”

"The six of you coming together is exactly what I wanted. This will not only allow me to get to know you, but also let you directly experience the role and power of a Battle Armor Master in a team."

"Great idea." Lu Jun praised, then suggested, "In order to truly unleash our full potential and leave no room for future troubles, I recommend entering the virtual battle world."

"The realism and pain feedback there are enough to simulate real combat, and there won't be any real casualties. I'll pay for it with contribution points."

Yuan Enhui paused slightly, then looked at Lu Jun:

"Entering the mimicry pod for combat? Seven people at a time... that must consume a lot of contribution points. You really are... a tycoon."

“Of course.” Le Zhengyu immediately chimed in, his tone tinged with sarcasm, “This guy is now the darling of the academy. The academy basically covers all his cultivation resources, the use of his mimicry pod, and even his daily expenses.”

"Contribution points are just numbers to him; he can farm them endlessly. He can probably get reimbursed in Federal Coins directly from the Dean when he goes out to eat or buy things."

“This treatment… tsk tsk tsk,” he glanced at Lu Jun sideways, “I seriously suspect that you’ve made some kind of shady deal with the dean.”

"Shut up." Lu Jun pointed at Le Zhengyu with an annoyance. "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Before he could finish speaking, an extremely cold and piercing chill appeared out of nowhere without warning, precisely enveloping Le Zhengyu's back.

"F---"

Le Zhengyu was so cold that he shivered and jumped up instantly.

The bone-chilling cold made his teeth chatter. His golden Holy Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed him as if in response, and the warm holy light barely dispelled the terrible cold. However, he was still shivering from the cold, and his eyes were filled with fear and accusation as he looked at Lu Jun.

"Wow, Lu Jun, are you serious? You're trying to kill your teammate so soon?"

Lu Jun ignored him and walked first to the seven neatly arranged latest-type mimicry pods. He opened the pod door and turned to the crowd, saying:
"Stop dawdling, it's time to go in."

The others looked at Yue Zhengyu's disheveled appearance and wanted to laugh but dared not.

Xie Xie quickly pulled the still trembling Le Zhengyu along, while Gu Yuena, Xu Xiaoyan, and Long Chen also headed to their respective cabins.

Yuan Enhui gave Lu Jun a deep look and also chose one of them.

The hatch closed, and the neural connection was activated.

Consciousness sinks in, light and shadow flow.

When the seven people's consciousnesses coalesced again, they found themselves on a vast, boundless virtual plain made of data. The sky was high and the clouds were light, and a gentle breeze rustled across the virtual grassland.

Lu Jun, Xie Xie, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen, Xu Xiaoyan, and Gu Yuena stood to one side.

Opposite him, Yuan En Hui stood alone, silent as an abyss.

Her gaze swept over the six people who were standing ready, and a fighting spirit rose up in her purple eyes as if it were a tangible thing!

"Let's begin." As the team leader, Lu Jun issued the command in a calm voice.

(End of this chapter)