"I can indeed get my hands on black iron ore, but you also know how rare black iron ore is. It won't be easy for me to get my hands on it. How many gold coins do you plan on spending?" Han Shuo pondered and spoke slowly with a calm expression.
His spirits rising, Lawrence straightened his back and said with a bit of excitement, "It looks like you'll be able to get your hands on it. Heh heh, I only need a fist-sized piece to forge a weapon. It's currently out of stock on the black market, name a price!"
Rubbing his chin, Han Shuo remembered his conversation with Phoebe last time. He hesitated and said faintly, "How about this, give me five thousand gold coins and I'll think of a way to get you a piece."
"No problem. Although black gold ore is a bit rarer, a fist-sized piece of black iron ore is indeed worth five thousand gold coins. If you get your hands on black iron ore, you can come find me at the knight school and we'll exchange the goods. "Lawrence said happily.
Nodding his head, Han Shuo recalled how he'd been beaten up by Lawrence a few months ago at the knight academy. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and chuckle, "I'll help you get a piece of black iron ore within ten days. Do you want to practice martial arts with me now? I'll be happy to be your meat shield again. "
"Alright then, why don't we start now? I just so happen to want to see just how special you are that even someone as proud and arrogant as Phoebe would praise you repeatedly in front of me. I'm quite curious about you." Lawrence struck a pose excitedly, planning on immediately making a move against Han Shuo.
It was noon at this time and most of the students in the plaza had packed up and left, preparing to eat lunch. Only two or three students sunbathing in the distance seemed to have fallen asleep and hadn't left yet. Han Shuo swept a glance around and smiled, "Let's go to the left. There's no one there and we won't disturb anyone."
Han Shuo raised his head provocatively at Lawrence after speaking and walked towards the empty space behind the railing on the left. Lawrence clenched his fists and laughed lightly, following behind Han Shuo and also walking towards the empty space on the left.
As soon as he arrived, Han Shuo circulated his magical yuan throughout his body and began to adjust his condition. Lawrence followed a few steps behind Han Shuo and had just walked down the stone steps. Before he could react, Han Shuo had already turned around with lightning speed and smashed his fist towards Lawrence's head.
Lawrence hadn't expected Han Shuo to act so quickly. Before he could react, a terrifying punch had already arrived in front of him. Lawrence's expression changed slightly as he suddenly took a step back and returned to the top of the stone steps. He then leaned to the side to dodge Han Shuo's sudden punch.
Han Shuo's fist whistled past Lawrence's face. A cold aura emanated from Han Shuo's left fist, causing Lawrence to jump in fright.
Without waiting for Lawrence to react, Han Shuo retracted his left arm and suddenly bent it, striking Lawrence's chest with his elbow.
Lawrence gave a muffled groan as his body was pressed against the railing by Han Shuo's elbow. His face reddened slightly.
"Heh heh, Lawrence, you're not vigilant enough!" Han Shuo didn't follow up with another attack after striking Lawrence's chest with his elbow. Instead, he retreated with an odd smile and mocked Lawrence in a peculiar tone.
The two were only exchanging pointers and not fighting to the death. Therefore, Han Shuo hadn't used his full magical yuan in this punch, and the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire" had only released a small amount of frosty air. As a journeyman knight, Lawrence's fighting aura had automatically protected his body and he hadn't suffered any injuries.
"You're the one who suddenly ambushed me. This punch doesn't count. I'll make you pay the price later." Lawrence wasn't angry and only stated the facts with a wry face. He suddenly looked at Han Shuo with a cautious gaze when he walked down the stone steps again.
Light green fighting aura abruptly blossomed from Lawrence's two hands as his footsteps abruptly sped up. He approached Han Shuo like lightning and the fighting aura in his left hand suddenly coalesced into the shape of a sword of light, chopping down at Han Shuo's head.
Lawrence had just witnessed Han Shuo's speed and strength and understood that the current Han Shuo couldn't even be mentioned in the same breath as last time. This was why he'd used fighting aura. However, he was a bit cautious in his movements and was obviously holding back.
A trace of a smile appeared on Han Shuo's lips as he took in Lawrence's movements. He gauged the strength of Lawrence's fighting aura. Han Shuo didn't dodge at all as he circulated the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire" with his right hand. A thin light red line appeared as Han Shuo's right fist swung out, smashing onto the sword of light formed from Lawrence's fighting aura together with Han Shuo's right fist.
A muffled bang rang out as the sword of light formed from Lawrence's fighting aura turned into specks of starlight and dissipated. Lawrence's ferocious charge was forcibly blocked. Han Shuo felt his right fist go numb as his body involuntarily took two steps back.
"Lawrence, how much of your fighting aura did you use when you formed the sword of light just now?" Han Shuo's eyes sparkled as he looked at Lawrence and asked.
"Sixty percent!" Lawrence responded and then looked at Han Shuo with surprise, "Your speed and aura are noticeably different compared to a few months ago. It looks like you did it on purpose last time, but why would you rather take a beating to earn five gold coins?"
A few months ago, Han Shuo was just a rookie who hadn't experienced battle before, and his magical yuan was only at the first level of the "solid" realm. He'd done it for the gold coins, but most importantly for the sake of training his body. He hadn't held back at all. It looked like Lawrence had misunderstood Han Shuo.
Sixty percent of fighting aura. Han Shuo thought for a moment and thought about the magical yuan he'd just poured into his fist. He finally determined that his own strength should be slightly greater than Lawrence's. This was because Han Shuo had only poured forty percent of his magical yuan into this punch, but it had created such an effect that it looked like they were evenly matched.
Han Shuo didn't continue to clash head-on with Lawrence after testing out his strength with a single punch. Instead, he used his body's flexibility and agility to fight Lawrence in various direct and effective ways.
In such an open space, the two of them fought back and forth for a while, and both of them suffered some attacks from the other. The strength of Han Shuo's body was obviously much stronger than Lawrence's. Lawrence grimaced in pain and groaned when his fists of the same strength landed on his body.
Han Shuo's body was stronger than Lawrence's. Add to that the fact that training in the early stages of magical yuan was a process of self-torture, he'd endured all kinds of pain. Han Shuo was already used to this kind of pain landing on his body and didn't even groan.
After a while, Lawrence, whose eyes had turned blue, voluntarily stopped and said with a wry smile, "I'm done, I'm done. You're such a strange person. I can't feel any fighting aura from your body at all, but why is your strength greater than mine? And is your body made of iron? Why does it feel like I'm hitting a rock when my fists land on it? Don't you feel pain? "
Chuckling evilly, Han Shuo said, "You don't have to worry about that. My body is naturally strange. Can't I be strong?"
"Eh, could it be that you have the bloodline of a barbarian, or can go berserk like a berserker? Phoebe was right, you're a peculiar person indeed! "Lawrence first asked in astonishment and then murmured to himself.
Han Shuo also understood where he was lacking after the two exchanged blows. His body and magical yuan were indeed miraculous, but Lawrence had obviously gone through martial arts training as his punches and dodges were quite methodical.
Han Shuo hadn't learned any martial arts techniques, so his attacks were all in the simplest form. He lacked practical methods of attack compared to Lawrence. Silently noting this flaw in his heart, Han Shuo planned to properly ponder over it when he had the time. He wanted to see if there were any other attacking techniques in the memories that Chu Canglan had left behind.
"I don't know. Alright, let's stop here for today. I've finally gotten my revenge from last time. I'll come find you at the Knight Academy when I've taken care of the black iron ore. " Han Shuo pondered silently in his heart and casually spoke to Lawrence before returning to the necromancy major with furrowed brows.
Lawrence had suffered a bit of a loss this time, but he wasn't angry. He smiled and bid farewell to Han Shuo before walking back to the Knight Academy. He muttered softly, "What a strange person indeed. The strength of his body can probably compare to some strong orc warriors!"
Han Shuo thought inwardly as he returned to the necromancy major without stopping. Phoebe needed some time to prepare rations, so Han Shuo didn't plan on returning to the cemetery of death for the time being. Add to that the fact that Duke was still in the Academy, and Han Shuo didn't know his exact plans, so he decided to temporarily stay in the necromancy major after thinking for a bit.
Han Shuo's dormitory had long since been arranged by Fanny, but Han Shuo hadn't lived in it yet. Since he planned on staying in the Academy for the time being, this dormitory could finally be put to use.
As the largest academy in the Empire, the facilities within the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force were indeed very complete. It was no wonder that every student was charged exorbitant tuition fees.
Han Shuo's dormitory was in the corner of the second floor and was about fifty to sixty square meters. It included a washroom and a bedroom, with a bed, chairs, tables, and mirrors. Compared to the warehouse that Han Shuo had stayed in before, it was like heaven and earth.
It was already past noon when he arrived at the dormitory. Han Shuo had missed the time to eat and could only take out a few pieces of dried meat from his space ring to fill his stomach.
After eating his fill, Han Shuo didn't leave the dormitory. He shut the door tightly and sat on his bed, taking advantage of the silence to train his magical yuan. The magical yuan circulated and slowly gathered in his mind from all parts of his body. A clear and slightly cool feeling filled his mind, making Han Shuo feel as if his brain was being washed in a cool pool.
However, this feeling only lasted for a short while before the comfortable feeling in his mind was replaced by an unforgettable pain. This level of "molded spirit" training caused his mind to constantly alternate between comfort and pain. One moment he felt incredibly comfortable and lazy, the next moment he was in so much pain that Han Shuo felt as if someone was forcefully churning his brain with a sharp knife.
What was most unbearable to Han Shuo was that every time the pain was intense, his mind would become incomparably clear. In this way, it was as if the pain was suddenly magnified by ten times. The clarity of his mind seemed to specifically allow him to endure even greater pain, causing Han Shuo to want to curse that the creator of this magical yuan was indeed a pervert.
After a long, long time, Han Shuo exhaled lightly and temporarily stopped training his magical yuan. His body was drenched in sweat, giving off steam as if he'd just taken a hot bath. A strong masculine scent wafted out.
The training of magical yuan caused Han Shuo to stay up from afternoon to night. The night scene outside the window was enchanting and the cool night breeze blew in. The surroundings were silent and still.
Getting up from his cross-legged position, Han Shuo went to the washroom to run some hot water. He then lay contentedly in the bathtub, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and comfort. He even hummed a little tune in comfort.
In the dead of night, it was the perfect time for those with ill intentions to come and go. Han Shuo was leisurely bathing when he suddenly heard two soft sounds. One came from the dormitory, and the other from outside the window.
Three original demons flew out soundlessly from the back of Han Shuo's neck. Two of them passed through the window and arrived outside. One floated in the direction of the sound, while the other stayed at the window, silently observing the surroundings for any abnormalities. The last original demon floated out through the crack in the door and arrived in the hallway of the dormitory. It continued along the hallway and also floated in the direction of the sound.
After floating for a while, the original demon that had left finally discovered Duke, whose feet weren't touching the ground and whose body was flying along the shadows of the surrounding buildings. Duke didn't wear a black mask this time. He was like a ghost in the dark night, floating weightlessly towards the dark major's school building.
The original demon in the hallway discovered that one of the dormitory doors had been lightly opened. A dark faced Fitch quietly left the room and walked towards Han Shuo. Judging from the expression on his face, he didn't seem to have good intentions.
He immediately jumped out of the bathtub and quickly wiped off the water on his body. Han Shuo put on his underpants and returned to his bed. He lay down with his back to the door and even breathing sounds emitted from his mouth.
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