There are too many teammates who are complete losers.

Chapter 53 Frost Moon Powerhouse

The other person was wearing Shen family training clothes. Was he a member of the Shen family?

Lu Ren had been here for half a month, but he didn't have much of an impression of this girl. He was sure he had never seen her before because she was too beautiful.

She's like a fairy, but without the allure of a fairy; instead, she's gentle and charming, with a slender frame, giving off a petite and delicate vibe.

She might not be strikingly beautiful, but the moment Lu Ren saw her, he felt a strange sensation in his heart.

The girl had a full head of silver hair, her skin was as white as jade, and she carried a bamboo sword in her hand. Her training clothes were a little loose, and her wrists, which were slender, were visible through the sleeves. Her small, jade-like feet were bare and she was walking on the wooden floor. She was quite adorable.

Upon seeing the girl, Lu Ren felt this way:

If only life were a corner of wood.

"Why are you staring blankly?"

Lu Ren was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized that he had done something very rude.

He looked at the girl with a bit of panic, only to find her smiling at him.

He's a middle-aged man in his forties; he should have long since lost all shame.

But that ambiguous smile made him feel a little hot-faced.

"Ahem! I am Lu Ren, currently serving as the temporary attendant of Miss Shen Yaoxing, the eldest daughter of the Shen family. May I ask who you are, young lady?"

"You're just a passerby? Then I'll be the supporting character."

"...My real name is Lu Ren, Lu as in roadside, Ren as in benevolence and righteousness."

"You can be called Lu Ren, but I can't be called a supporting character? Besides, it's just a name, why bother? I've been watching you practice for so long, let me practice with you... Take this!"

Her gentle demeanor vanished, and the girl raised her bamboo sword, thrusting it forward.

Oh no, I must have looked at her feet and upset her!

The girl named "Supporting Role" suddenly unleashed her power by grinding her heel into the ground, her sword flashing as she thrust straight at him with the "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" technique.

Lu Ren paused and dodged to the side, but just as the bamboo blade was about to reach him, the girl's wrist suddenly spun seven times—the bamboo sword was like a living snake coiling around a pole, sweeping towards him!

He hurriedly raised his steel sword to parry, and with a clang, the bamboo sword swept upwards along the spine of the steel sword, making Lu Ren's tiger's mouth go numb.

He was swept away by the opponent and slid several meters on the ground before he could barely stand up!

How terrifying! The force transmitted from the bamboo sword was completely beyond his ability to resist!

Moreover, the girl was wielding only an ordinary bamboo sword, yet she was able to clash with his alchemical weapon.

This girl's weapon-wielding ability is ridiculously high, capable of enhancing a bamboo sword to a level comparable to a bronze-grade alchemical weapon!

"Again!"

The girl gave a soft shout, and his pupils dilated suddenly, because she appeared in front of him in an instant, and the bamboo sword appeared infinitely large in his eyes!

"boom--"

He was knocked away again.

"Again!"

"Again!"

"Get up, let's try again!"

A bamboo sword is still just a bamboo sword. Even if the opponent doesn't enhance its sharpness, it won't be split in two when it's struck, but it will inevitably leave bruises and welts.

Lu Ren always got up quickly because the words "again" weren't spoken to him, but to the girl herself.

Whether you get up or not, her next sword strike will come.

If he gets up, he can put up a fight, but if he doesn't get up, he'll just get beaten up. Lu Ren is suffering. You don't wear shoes and socks, why are you so angry when people look at your feet?

The girl's swordplay had no set routines or rules; it was simply sharp and swift. Every strike was a sweep, a slash, a thrust, a parry, a parry, a sweep, a stab, a stab, a swirl, a press, a hook... she did it all at will, with ease. If she was in a good mood, she might even show off a sword flourish.

At first, he panicked and frantically caught the sword, but gradually he was able to parry it with some difficulty.

His opponent could easily defeat him, but each time he was on the verge of collapse, the opponent would not go any further.

Lu Ren understood perfectly well that the other party was giving him pointers.

Unlike Chen Zui, who always practiced with a rigid and dogmatic approach, the girl in front of him was more unpredictable and more like a real combat scenario.

Moreover, the intensity was higher, and the time for reaction and thinking was shorter. For a few seconds, Lu Ren almost relied on instinct to raise his sword to block.

He kept adapting to the girl's sword moves. The two swords clashed wildly on the field. His heart pounded, and each breath he took sounded like a bellows, his exhaled breath carrying a dark, thunderous roar.

The iron sword and the bamboo sword clashed repeatedly, and Lu Ren was like a small boat on the sea during a torrential downpour.

He was chased from the east to the west, fell down but immediately got up again. Exhausted, he stuffed a spirit bone into his mouth and then immediately dodged and moved around.

The biggest difference between him and Chen is that he is really injured, not just with superficial wounds. His flesh and bones have suffered too many heavy blows, which has brought out his [rage].

This also means that his attributes are skyrocketing, surging from 50 towards 100.

The more severe his injuries, the faster he went, but no matter how hard he pushed himself to increase his speed, the girl was always faster than him.

The final sword swing was so fast that it left afterimages. The two swords collided and produced a series of loud clashing sounds, like someone throwing a string of firecrackers onto the field and making them explode in succession!

"bite--"

"Ding ding ding—"

"Ding ding—"

"Ding ding ding ding ding—"

"Holding the sword like a refined lady picking a needle! Sweeping the wrist like a drunkard leaning against a wall! Walking like a lame donkey leaping across a ravine!"

"..." Why are you starting to trash talk now?

Wait a minute, he hasn't even started trash-talking yet!

It wasn't that Lu Ren didn't want to trash talk, but the battle was too intense, and he didn't have time for it.

"You still want to... what was your goal again?"

He answered in a muffled voice, "Defeat Chen Zui, and pass the test."

"You think you can beat Chen Zui?"

She seemed to have had her fill of cursing, and then slashed down with her sword.

"Clang—!!"

Lu Ren was unable to defend himself. He lost his grip on the steel sword and was sent flying several steps away before crashing heavily to the ground once again.

He tried to stand up, but a delicate, jade-like foot stepped on his chest with a soft, gentle force, and he could no longer get up.

He was not only exhausted, but his entire body had been pounded by countless bamboo swords, and his muscles were now as tough as Chaoshan beef balls.

It hurts, but it's not fatal, but he's really badly injured. His passive skill has already reached 70%, and with the double buff of 100% [Rage], that's close to being a death sentence.

He lay there gasping for breath; even if the other party really wanted to kill him, he couldn't move.

The girl looked down at him with a smile in her eyes: "Have you given up yet?"

"I'm convinced, I'm grateful for your guidance."

Although he was seriously injured this time, Lu Ren could clearly feel the improvement in his strength.

"...Oh dear, you're not entirely stupid; you know that I, your senior, am giving you pointers."

"You're a prop master, right? But could you please call someone to help me treat my injuries?"

"A prop maker?"

The white-haired girl was taken aback for a moment before saying, "I come from the Shen family, so I must be a sorcerer."

Lu Ren saw a pale yellow dot of light fly from the girl's fingertip. The dot rose and fell, slowly landing on his forehead and bringing a warm feeling.

This should be a healing skill.

But what did she say?

Is she a sorcerer?

Why is a sorcerer so physically strong?

To be able to enhance the strength of a bamboo sword to the point of being comparable to a bronze-level weapon, and to have experienced such a high-intensity battle, what must this person's "weapon handling" attribute be?

Lu Ren can't even reach 50 points now, let alone 500.

Could this person's weapon manipulation attributes already be over a thousand?

Having thousands of weapon manipulation attributes isn't scary; what's scary is if this person is a sorcerer, then weapon manipulation is just a secondary attribute!

With secondary attribute values ​​in the thousands, this person is at least a master of the Frost Moon Realm?

I encountered a professional from the Frost Moon Realm, and despite my best efforts, I was unable to defeat him.

Is this the foundation of the aristocratic clans? To randomly encounter someone within their clan's territory who is such a powerful figure, and looks so young at that.

Just then, the firefly-like light fell on his forehead, and a comfortable feeling spread throughout his body.

Lu Ren had received healing skills from others before, but those were only for treating injuries. There was nothing uncomfortable about the wounds healing. But now, it felt like his whole body was soaking in a hot spring.

He felt as if he were enveloped in a pool of hot soup, his whole body languid, with countless fireflies rising around him.

The physical pain and fatigue were washed away, but the mental exhaustion was amplified. An overwhelming drowsiness overwhelmed me, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

The white-haired girl's voice, tinged with laughter, rang in my ears:

"Take a nap and then go eat, little Lu Ren."