"Lu Lin! Are you crazy?" As Qin Shuang left the training ground, Cong Xiaolong was the first to come over and ask. Beside him, Yao Zongheng and Zhu Haolin were also full of confusion. However, Hang Jianshe rarely showed a look of envy on his face. He also wanted to be the Student Council President, but if Lu Lin wanted to do it, he expressed that he could step down for him. "Crazy for what? I’m not crazy, it’s just that I’ve been ordinary from childhood to now, never bringing any honor to my family. Since I’m here at the University and I have the ability, I want to be the Student Council President, tell my parents, and make them a bit happier." This was his true thought; having been in this world for eighteen years, he already regarded Lu Ping and Meng Yu as his parents, naturally wanting them to be a bit happier. Last night when he called, his parents asked about Lu Lin’s recent situation, and Lu Lin could only say that everything was fine, certainly not daring to mention the dangers he’s faced. Could he dare to say he’s confronted seventeen ninth-level alien species? Just as Qin Shuang came over, Lu Lin considered maybe taking on the Presidency, mentioning it to his parents to make them happy. With this thought, Lu Lin was asking about the ways to become the Student Council President. Cong Xiaolong became silent. Speaking of it, he, like Lu Lin, also came from an ordinary family and wanted his parents to be proud of him. Originally, getting into Iron Blood University was considered quite remarkable among the neighbors, but he wanted his parents to keep being proud. Why did he strive for cultivation after coming to Iron Blood University? Why did he challenge Lu Lin day and night in the training ground? Why didn’t he have a rich leisure life like regular students? All these pursuits, aside from enhancing his abilities, he wanted his parents not to worry. Each year, Star Core Warriors are born in the tens of millions, but how many can truly survive in combat? Among everyone, besides Hang Jianshe being wealthy, the rest just had ordinary assets at home. Hearing Lu Lin’s words, they instantly started reflecting. Should they also strive, making their parents proud? As they pondered, the door of the training room was violently pushed open again. A man with glasses, dark skin, standing at a height of two meters like a giant tower, shouted as he appeared before everyone. Saying this, his gaze continuously scanned over Lu Lin, Hang Jianshe, and others. He was Zhang Lu, nicknamed "Martial Madman," the most terrifying and combat-capable figure in Iron Blood College and in the eyes of current federation college students. Two years ago, when Lu Lin was still on Blue Star, he saw Zhang Lu win the individual championship at the University Games. Overall, not much had changed since then. "Ha ha ha, great, though you look a bit frail, your abilities must be decent. Let’s go, I’ve already applied for Arena 11 just now; the teacher responsible for referee will arrive soon, let’s go." Lu Lin nodded and walked towards Zhang Lu. Zhang Lu didn’t expect Lu Lin to be so straightforward, extending his hand like a fan to shake hands with Lu Lin. Lu Lin naturally wasn’t backing down. The two clasped hands, Zhang Lu started exerting strength. Continuing to exert strength. The expression on Lu Lin’s face remained unchanged, as if he was shaking hands with a delicate girl instead of a burly man. "Ha ha ha, indeed capable, no wonder you dare to challenge me." "Let’s go." Content originally comes from NoveI-Fire.ɴet Zhang Lu laughed heartily, released Lu Lin’s hand, turned, and headed outward. Lu Lin followed, neither fast nor slow, walking behind Zhang Lu. No matter how fast or slow Zhang Lu walked, Lu Lin could keep up, which made Zhang Lu admire him even more. Looks like today will be a good fight. In the training ground, Hang Jianshe, Cong Xiaolong, and the others exchanged glances and finally decided to follow. Zhang Lu came by car, wealthy enough not to lack a vehicle. As for whether this car was 300 or 500 thousand or even higher, he didn’t care. Lu Lin also took his own small car, with the two heading towards the Iron Blood University Headquarters’ dueling arena. But neither of them knew that the moment Zhang Lu applied for the arena, the news had already spread. Now the second and third-year seniors, who had once been tortured by Zhang Lu repeatedly, gathered. Such happenings on oneself would be painful. But... if it occurred to others, it would be quite entertaining for everyone. With Lu Lin affirming his participation in the arena duel, the fight was confirmed, attracting more seniors to Arena 11. Not only students but quite a few teachers were curious too. Since Zhang Lu won the University Games individual championship, he hadn’t challenged any students in the school for a long time. Most students upon entering were Zero Level, with reaching First Level being rare. Such students couldn’t withstand Zhang Lu’s thrashing. When the two arrived at Arena No. 11, the surroundings buzzed with people, almost a human tide. The seats for spectators inside were all filled with students; even Wang Jianfang, painting, Vice Principal Yang Jun, Director of Teaching Ma Xingkong, Luse Academy’s Dean Li Feihong, idly wandering Wan Shusheng, Lu Lin’s bodyguard Zhang Xianzhi, Bao Hu... were present.