In the following days, Lu Wuming sparred with Chu Wu almost every day. If circumstances allowed, he would have gladly extended their battles indefinitely.
The reason was quite simple.
For Lu Wuming, since he couldn't contact Liu Buli anyway, he felt that resting would be a complete waste of time. Therefore, he might as well use this meaningless time for combat, which would at least allow him to improve. For him, it wouldn't be considered a waste of time.
However, while he said this, he couldn't entirely act according to his wishes.
The simplest reason was that the wounds he sustained might not support him in fighting endlessly.
Just as they had initially agreed, Chu Wu did not show Lu Wuming any mercy due to his status as the young master. In fact, perhaps because she found his undying state to be perfect for practice, Lu Wuming felt that every move Chu Wu made during their fights was aimed at killing him. His current strength was indeed inferior to hers, so even a slight lapse in concentration could result in fatal damage.
Lu Wuming didn't care about such damage.
However, after being cut in half, it still took some time for him to recover to a state where he could continue fighting.
After another battle concluded, Lu Wuming leaned against the wall, supporting his bisected body as he waited for his recovery.
Chu Wu stood not far away, quietly observing Lu Wuming's self-healing process.
It seemed to have become their daily ritual in recent times.
Lu Wuming had also noticed that this ghost named Chu Wu was particularly interested in him. At the very least, the fervor in her gaze was not something that could be faked.
However, the root cause of this fervor – whether it was admiration, love, or even the sheer joy of dismembering him – Lu Wuming hadn't figured out yet.
Of course, he had no intention of figuring it out.
Because he knew very well that, to him, both Thirteen from before and Chu Wu from now were merely stepping stones on his path forward. Moreover, if he wasn't careful, these stepping stones might turn into rocks that could shatter his head.
Their relationship had always been this delicate.
Describing them as hidden enemies would not be inaccurate.
Lu Wuming understood this perfectly, so regardless of how these individuals viewed him or what emotions they held, he had absolutely no intention of getting closer to them.
It was just that while he thought this, the ghosts did not share his sentiment.
Take the current situation, for example.
After watching him intently for a while, Chu Wu couldn't help but speak, "Young Master, I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel like every time you suffer a fatal injury, your strength increases significantly after you fully recover? The last time I accidentally cut off your head, and every time I bisected you, I felt like it was a bit more difficult to fight you the next time. Young Master, do you feel this way yourself?"
Of course, he did.
It was precisely to confirm this feeling that he had intentionally and unintentionally allowed Chu Wu to "kill" him several times before.
However, after so many attempts, Lu Wuming had reached a conclusion that was quite satisfactory.
It wasn't just dying that led to improvement.
Rather, it was when he pushed his ghost energy to its absolute limit, and despite fighting with all his might, he was still forced to meet his death. Only in such situations would he improve. It was as if death was not just an end, but merely provided him with an opportunity to break through.
However, Chu Wu had clearly not grasped this conclusion.
Lu Wuming had no intention of explaining it to her. He merely lowered his head, looked at his wounds, and gave a perfunctory answer, saying, "You're thinking too much. It's not that I have that much ability. It's just that we've fought so many times that I've gradually figured out your patterns."
Lu Wuming's response, rather than honestly admitting Chu Wu's conjecture, made her feel even more nervous and confused.
She took two more steps towards Lu Wuming, raised a finger to her face, and asked with some confusion, "You mean... you've figured out my patterns?"
Lu Wuming nodded.
His gaze still not on Chu Wu, he calmly answered her question, "Every time you chant, you can't attack me. But when I suddenly get close to you, you stop chanting at the fastest speed. At first, I wondered what was going on, but now I understand. Because your light not only harms me but also harms yourself. And at your speed, you can't dodge before the light falls. So, for your own safety, when the enemy enters a range that might affect you, you can no longer use the light, as it might kill you."
As Lu Wuming spoke, because he didn't look up, he naturally couldn't see how terrible Chu Wu's expression was upon hearing his answer.
To be honest, she had always thought she had hidden it quite well.
But when all her hidden intentions were so unhesitatingly exposed, Chu Wu felt fear. Yet, amidst the fear, she had to admit that more prominent emotions were excitement and thrill.
How long had she known the young master? And he had already guessed her biggest secret! This was undoubtedly the smartest man she had ever met.
And judging by their every spar, Chu Wu also knew that Lu Wuming's strength would soon surpass hers, becoming an even more formidable existence.
Intelligent and powerful, with such noble status and background...
If such a man could be hers...
The mere thought of this possibility made Chu Wu's cheeks flush.
However, completely different from her thoughts, Lu Wuming, having tidied himself up, looked at her again. His gaze remained as calm as ever. Lu Wuming made a horizontal gesture across his neck with his hand and said, "Right, and your biggest weakness is your neck. If I cut off your head, you'll die. I'm not wrong about that, am I?"