One morning, Lu Yuan got dressed, laced up his boots, and stretched lazily. "Mmm," he muttered to himself. "Time sure flies when you're cultivating."
Lu Yuan clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling his body brimming with power. On the table sat a thick stack of Talismans.
Last time, Lu Yuan had used up his small supply of Mid Level Talismans. This time, he had expended a great deal of Spiritual Power to draw a new stack for his own use.
His biggest disadvantage last time was that he had been pushed onto the fighting stage at the last minute with no preparation at all, and without a suitable weapon in hand.
The weapons displayed on the Training Ground felt flashy yet impractical to him, not nearly as easy to handle as his own. But he couldn't just pull a weapon out of his pants in front of everyone, could he?
At this moment, a wide variety of weapons floated in the air before Lu Yuan, all taken from his System Space.
