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

Chapter 187: First piece of battle armor completed.

Mingdu Forging Association, Core Forging Room.

The blazing furnace gradually dimmed, and the air was filled with the unique, chilling scent of quenched metal, mixed with an indescribable coldness that seemed to emanate from an ancient ice plain.

Lu Jun slowly released the forging hammer, his palm facing upwards, and a piece of metal about a foot square floated quietly on it.

Its entire body is a deep, icy blue, not the color of an inanimate object, but rather as if it contains a flowing galaxy, with countless tiny, breathing silver specks of light slowly flowing and flickering within it.

The metal surface is not smooth, but covered with an extremely fine, naturally formed frost pattern. With each change of light, these frost patterns seem to come alive and undulate slightly, emitting a heart-stirring spiritual fluctuation.

He successfully forged a divine-based metal with a 99% fusion rate!
Lu Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

It remains as stable as ever.

His ability to forge ice-attribute metals so easily is probably entirely due to the convenience brought by the Ice Abyss Sword.

As for manufacturing, that was entirely up to me to learn.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to cultivate dual cultivation.

"Finally done."

Lu Jun wiped his sweat.

He then realized that the forging room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Master Mu Chen's breath caught in his throat. His eyes, which had seen countless rare metals and were hailed as those of a master craftsman, were now wide open, staring intently at the metal, as if trying to imprint every single line of it into the depths of his soul.

The muscles on his face twitched slightly, an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.

He instinctively reached out, but abruptly pulled back just before touching the metal, as if it were not metal, but some sacred, inviolable entity.

“God, God Foundation…” Mu Chen’s voice was dry and hoarse, carrying a dreamlike daze, “Innate spirituality, naturally evolving frost patterns… This, this is simply a miracle in the history of forging. Lu Jun, you…”

Although Gu Chenyu had a premonition, witnessing the extraordinary degree of fusion firsthand still caused his eyes to gleam with an uncontrollable brilliance.

There was also a sense of greed.

He has always enjoyed consuming the souls of metals; if he were to use this perfect piece of metal for soul forging…

He couldn't even imagine how delicious it would be.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and maintained the composure of a teacher, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner excitement.

Looks like I'll have to eat more of my saved-up food when I get back.

After all, he had a bunch of forged metal souls in his inventory, waiting for him to savor and enjoy them.

Gu Chenyu took a deep breath, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Good, good, good! Lu Jun, you have indeed not disappointed your teacher."

"This divine metal is extremely rare in the world. It has already developed its own spirit, and its most perfect destiny is to become a part of your body."

He waved his hand decisively, with an unquestionable resolve:
"There's no need to rely on others. Since you've given it life, you should personally shape it into the cornerstone of your first battle armor, right here, right now."

Lu Jun nodded: "Yes, teacher. I am able to have this meager skill today entirely thanks to your generous teaching and guidance."

Without any unnecessary formalities, Lu Jun sat down cross-legged.

The divine metal, imbued with terrifying spirituality and chilling aura, hovered in front of him like a docile pet.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, a thin, deep blue light, as thin as a cicada's wing yet seemingly capable of freezing space, swirling around his fingertips. "Clang!"

A clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the forging room.

The Ice Abyss Sword was not fully drawn; it was merely a highly refined sword intent that burst forth from Lu Jun's fingertips and landed precisely on the divine metal.

In an instant, the icy blue light shone brightly.

The temperature in the entire forging room plummeted, and fine ice crystals condensed on the walls, the floor, and even in the air.

The silver specks inside the metal, like awakened stars, flowed rapidly, emitting a cheerful yet deep hum.

Lu Jun's fingers, or rather, the condensed sword intent, are the most precise and agile carving knife.

His movements were fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

The traces left by the fingertips are not simply cutting; they are more like guiding the dormant spirit within the metal to awaken and shape it.

With each touch and each stroke, the metal naturally changes shape, and the frost patterns extend and change, perfectly resonating with Lu Jun's spiritual power, soul power, and even bloodline aura.

The process was not like carving, but more like awakening a form that already existed; the metal itself was responding to the owner's will.

Time slipped away in breathtaking concentration.

A sleek, sharply defined arm armor component gradually took shape in Lu Jun's hands.

It covers the left forearm to the back of the hand. The armor plates are as thin as cicada wings but indestructible. The surface is covered with a halo of ice blue and silver light, and the fine frost patterns form mysterious defensive runes.

An overwhelming, icy, and sharp aura, along with a deep and profound spiritual fluctuation, naturally emanated, causing everyone around to feel a tremor and chill deep within their souls.

As the last line of the armor was perfectly finished under Lu Jun's fingertips, the entire armor suddenly lit up and emitted a clear whistle like a dragon's roar.

It automatically detached from its suspended state, transformed into a streak of icy blue light, and with a soft click, attached itself perfectly to Lu Jun's left forearm.

The cool touch spread instantly, yet it caused no discomfort. Instead, it brought a powerful sense of control and security, as if connected by blood.

The arm armor fit perfectly, its icy blue luster subtly concealed, and the lively frost patterns seemed to breathe, blending seamlessly with the soul power within Lu Jun's body and the aura of the Ice Abyss Sword, forming a unified whole.

It also amplified Lu Jun's power.

"It's done." Gu Chenyu was the first to clap his hands and laugh, his eyes full of satisfaction and pride. "Good, good spirit-infused battle armor. Lu Jun, congratulations on officially stepping into the threshold of battle armor master and completing your first battle armor piece."

"This armor and you are a match made in heaven!"

Mu Chen also recovered from his extreme shock. Looking at the arm guard on Lu Jun's left arm that flowed with a mysterious radiance, and feeling the chilling aura emanating from it even when restrained, he couldn't help but let out a long breath and sigh with a complex tone:

"Unbelievable... Truly a formidable young talent. I thought you were already exceptionally gifted in forging, but I never imagined that your skill in battle armor making would also reach such a pinnacle."

"To cultivate two secondary professions simultaneously, and to reach such a level in both... how did you manage to do that? What kind of immense energy and comprehension does that require?"

Lu Jun gently stroked the frost armor on his left arm, feeling the powerful energy and spirituality dormant within it. Upon hearing this, he simply smiled faintly, a smile that appeared somewhat distant against the backdrop of the icy blue armor.

"Senior Mu Chen, you flatter me. It was just luck. I only needed to focus on meeting my own battle armor requirements. My energy is limited, so I dare not be greedy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the left-hand battle armor disappeared silently and returned to Lu Jun's body.

Lu Jun was very satisfied with this.

If all future battle armor parts are of this level, then that would be fine.

One-word battle armor, here I come!
(End of this chapter)