The Ghost King had indeed given Lu Wuming a chance to think things over.
Or rather, even if he hadn't been given the chance, it wouldn't have mattered. Since Chu Yi and Chu Qi hadn't returned, Lu Wuming couldn't have had Chu Qi implement any plans even if he had figured them out.
Lu Wuming mentioned to the Ghost King that the sparring partner, Thirteen, was too weak. The next day, when he went to practice, the person waiting for him in the training arena was Chu Wu.
Seeing Lu Wuming approach, Chu Wu's face, sunken due to extreme thinness, broke into a smile she believed was quite beautiful. She tilted her chin towards Lu Wuming and said, "Young Master, I heard you thought Thirteen was too weak and wanted to switch sparring partners? I have to agree with you. Thirteen is indeed incredibly weak. But switching to me, aren't you being a bit too confident? I heard you can't die no matter what, so I'll be a little casual with my attacks later. You won't mind, right?"
Lu Wuming shrugged his shoulders with a calm expression.
He genuinely didn't care if he died.
Moreover, he really wanted to verify whether his previous idea was right or wrong. If near-death injuries could truly make him stronger, he wouldn't mind trying it out a few more times.
After all, he couldn't contact Liu Buli right now, and Liu Buli couldn't contact him either. Therefore, whatever he did, Liu Buli wouldn't be able to rush out and reprimand him.
Lu Wuming knew that if Liu Buli discovered anything he was doing now, he would definitely fly into a rage. As long as he didn't let his master find out, everything would be fine.
And these things he was doing now...
He had to do them properly.
Reaffirming his resolve in his heart, Lu Wuming looked at Chu Wu again, his fingers by his side already forming claws.
He was ready to attack, and Chu Wu understood this. She smiled at him, and almost simultaneously, both of them launched their attacks.
The first time he saw Chu Wu's attack method, Lu Wuming admitted he had been startled. The blade-like beam of light appeared too suddenly, and the situation didn't give him any chance to find a pattern. Because of this, even when Ao Lie's tail was severed in front of him, he couldn't come to any reasonable conclusion.
But after fighting Chu Wu this time, Lu Wuming didn't know if it was because his strength had increased or because there were no other distractions, allowing him to relax completely. In any case, after the initial few exchanges, Lu Wuming gradually discovered that while Chu Wu's move looked terrifying, it wasn't without its patterns.
First of all, before that beam of light descended, Chu Wu had to prepare herself properly. During the time she chanted the incantation, she could only constantly dodge Lu Wuming's attacks and couldn't counterattack.
Not only that, but the beam of light also took time to descend.
From the first sight of the light to its descent, although the time was so short it could be described as a "flash," in battles of this caliber, a flash was already a considerable amount of time. Lu Wuming couldn't dodge it now, but he was certain that with a few more opportunities, dodging Chu Wu's attack wouldn't be a difficult task.
This conclusion made him feel a little better.
Even though half of his body had been severed by Chu Wu's attack, Lu Wuming's face showed no signs of displeasure. He didn't even display the expected pain, as if, along with the loss of his ability to die, his sense of pain had also been stripped away. No matter what he faced, his expression remained calm and composed.
Seeing him like this, Chu Wu was also a little curious.
She tilted her frighteningly gaunt head and asked Lu Wuming, "Young Master, don't you feel pain?"
"I do, why?" Lu Wuming asked casually, while aligning his severed body parts, making it easier for his muscles and skin to reconnect.
Although his answer indicated he felt pain, his current demeanor made the answer sound more like a jest.
Chu Wu shook her head and said, "It's just that if you could truly feel pain, you wouldn't be so calm."
"If I wasn't calm, would you go easy on me?" Lu Wuming retorted without even lifting his eyelids.
Chu Wu thought for a moment and then shook her head decisively. "Fighting with you, Young Master, is indeed very interesting. If we went easy, wouldn't both of us, you and I, find it boring?"
"Exactly," Lu Wuming nodded. "Since that's the case, what's the point of showing my pain? My master once taught me that showing weakness is only for those who deserve it. In front of those who don't, even if you're in agony, you shouldn't show it. Because what you'll receive won't be sympathy and concern, but perhaps some annoying mockery and satisfaction. Since that's the case, I don't want to satisfy others' desire for victory, so whether I'm in pain or not, my expression is always the same. Do you see any problem with that?"
Chu Wu listened to his words and fell into silence for a moment.
She had heard Thirteen mention many times before that their Young Master was a very wise person, at least much smarter than all of them.
When she heard this before, Chu Wu only thought it was because Thirteen himself was too foolish, so anyone who was with him would appear exceptionally intelligent by comparison.
But now, after interacting with Lu Wuming directly and having a few simple conversations, Chu Wu suddenly felt she could understand Thirteen's previous assessment.
Their Young Master was indeed very smart.
Even the words he spoke were filled with wisdom that made them impossible to refute.
No, not only were they irrefutable, but they even made one want to emulate them.
Chu Wu thought to herself, and when she looked at Lu Wuming again, her gaze held a fervor she herself didn't realize.
At the same time, Lu Wuming looked back at her. He tilted his chin and said, "My wounds have healed. Shall we continue?"