Douluo: Lord of Arms

Chapter 23 Daily life
After the practical class in the afternoon, everyone was exhausted and sweating profusely. Sweat kept running down their cheeks and necks, soaking their clothes and sticking tightly to their backs.

Lin Xingyu spent the entire afternoon moving his Qi and blood, sharpening his body, and adding to the exhaustion from the practical classes, even with his extraordinary perseverance, he reached his physical limit by the end of the class. His legs were shaking, sweat was pouring down, and he almost collapsed from exhaustion.

From then on, Ye Yingluo's teaching content remained largely fixed. In the morning, she would teach theory while Lin Xingyu would meditate quietly below. In the afternoon, she would lead the team in practical training while Lin Xingyu would silently move his Qi and blood to hone his body.

In the evenings, Lin Xingyu would spend two hours reading mecha design theory books. On Saturdays and Sundays, he would go out to the Mecha Design Association to take on tasks and submit designs to earn pocket money. On Sunday afternoons, he would practice Thousand Forging. He was proficient in Thousand Forging, but lacked soul power to practice Spiritual Forging for fear of damaging his foundation.

At present, the "Metallurgical Stone" has reached its upper limit in refining magnetite and tungsten steel. To improve it, one needs to first improve soul power, so Lin Xingyu turned to refining white iron, which can temporarily make him self-sufficient.

Lin Xingyu's routine became fixed. From Monday to Friday, he moved like a programmed machine, shuttling between the dormitory, classroom, cafeteria, and playground, avoiding all recreational activities. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, he maintained the same routine the rest of the day. Initially, his self-discipline affected only the three roommates, but eventually, the entire class was inspired to work harder.

Time flies, and a month passes in a flash. Lin Xingyu practices diligently day after day, and at the end of the month, his soul power successfully breaks through, increasing from level 27 to level 28.

Lin Xingyu's cultivation was swift. At this rate, he was expected to achieve Soul Master status by the end of the first semester of his first year. To reach Soul Master status at the age of nine and a half, barely ten, was a true prodigy on the Douluo Continent. After a brief celebration, he returned to his mundane daily routine.

Every day, he practiced and studied, and in the afternoon, Ye Yingluo would arrange a battle. While others had their share of wins and losses, Lin Xingyu was undefeated in every battle against his classmates.

In the first grade class one, Lin Xingyu can be called the Great Devil. His martial soul, soul power, physical fitness, mental strength, and soul skills are all far superior to others.

In the end, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi used their martial soul fusion skills to challenge Lin Xingyu, but Lin Xingyu used his second soul skill, Glazed True Fire, to blast them back to their original form, which was more than enough to defeat other people.

Time slipped quietly between fulfillment and boredom, like water evaporating easily in the desert, silently and unnoticed. Lin Xingyu was immersed in the daily rhythm of his training, oblivious to it. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in Ye Yingluo's office. Over two months had passed since Lin Xingyu arrived at the academy.

When Ye Yingluo called Lin Xingyu and others to the office and informed them that the promotion competition was about to begin and asked them to participate, Wei Xiaofeng and others looked relatively relaxed.

In the intermediate department of Donghai College, there is not even a Soul Master from the first grade to the fourth grade. There is someone like Lin Xingyu who is considered a strong man among the Soul Masters and invincible among those below the Soul Master. Even in the fourth grade, there may not be anyone who can beat him. What are the other four classes in the first grade?
Wei Xiaofeng and his friends felt that there was no possibility of them losing when facing the following classes.

Ye Yingluo certainly considered this. She had complete confidence in her students and never expected them to fail. This trust was especially strengthened after she witnessed Lin Xingyu single-handedly dismantle the fusion technique of Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's martial spirits.

Could it be that my students would lose to those in lower grades?

impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Ye Yingluo's expression was solemn. Her gaze swept over the four teenagers in front of her one by one, and she spoke earnestly, "'Even a lion fights a rabbit with all its might.' This is the truth. Starting tomorrow, there will be a battle every day after school, starting with the younger grades. Although they may not be as strong as you, you must not take it lightly. If you are careless, you may suffer."

Lin Xingyu and the other three responded in unison.

Ye Yingluo's eyes were filled with relief, her gaze gentle and hopeful. She glanced at Lin Xingyu and the other three one by one and nodded, "Very good. With your strength, it's no problem for you to deal with first-year opponents. I have high hopes for you, and my goal is to take on Class 1, Grade 4!"

Upon hearing Ye Yingluo's words, Wei Xiaofeng and the other two instantly flashed with shock. Wei Xiaofeng's eyes widened; Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's expressions also changed suddenly, their lips twitching slightly. Only Lin Xingyu remained calm, his eyes calm. "How can you not even have this little bit of confidence?" Ye Yingluo asked.

"No problem! Teacher Ye, just watch us! We will definitely break the record of Donghai College and become the best class of students!"

"Don't worry! There are no Soul Masters in the fourth grade. Soul Masters will appear in the fifth grade. With your strength, it will be no problem for you to challenge the fourth grade. Soul Masters can already apply for graduation in the intermediate department." Ye Yingluo explained to her four students.

Wei Xiaofeng's eyes lit up immediately, and he patted his chest and assured, "Teacher Ye, after hearing what you said, there's no reason for us not to win!"

Ye Yingluo nodded in satisfaction: "Go back and prepare yourself. Let's take a look at your next opponent. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle!"

Lin Xingyu and the other three returned to the dormitory while joking.

Soon, Class 1-5 won three games, and it was Class 1-1's turn. During this period, Wu Changkong's strength attracted everyone's attention, and Class 1-5 also paid more attention to it.

The promotion competition is a major annual event at Donghai College. All grades participate, and those who perform well will receive a recommendation from Donghai College, making their future path much easier.

Today was the first day of the competition and there were few people watching. After all, there was nothing much to see for the weakest class in the first grade.

Lin Xingyu didn't go to watch. At this stage, Tang Wulin and Gu Yue were nothing good to look at. They couldn't beat him because his basic stats were much stronger than theirs.

Just then, the school radio suddenly sounded.

"Dear teachers and students, please note that we have received a notice that a typhoon will pass through the area and will last for a week. Everyone must return to the dormitory and all activities will be suspended."

Dark clouds pressed down overhead, leaden clouds surging and colliding, a storm on the verge of breaking out. The sun was swallowed by the haze, its pale light casting a pale light on the terrified earth.

The air was damp and stuffy, and the wind blew restlessly through the treetops, causing the branches to tremble and whimper. In the distance, the sea was surging, with white waves surging and the crests waving helplessly.

The world is shrouded in the shadow of the typhoon, tension weighs heavily on people's hearts, and all things are waiting for the baptism of violence.

Lin Xingyu quietly admired the scenery outside the window, his golden-red eyes shining with dazzling brilliance.

"One day the great roc takes flight, soaring up to ninety thousand miles. I will make my own voice known in this world. Everything begins here. I come, I see, I conquer!"

(End of this chapter)