Curse Absorption
As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face.
Seeing the worshipful tone in Wu Wenyi's voice, Lu Jun nodded helplessly in agreement.
Then, amid her delighted expression, the two stood close together and took a photo. Right after that, Wu Wenyi happily surrendered and left the stage.
Seeing this, Lu Jun shook his head, wondering if the next challenger would finally fight him.
What none of the students present expected was that one youthful, gentle female mage after another from the Water Institute stepped onto the stage, all running over to take photos with Lu Jun. Once they were done, they left contentedly.
He was practically numb. It was like he had become some tourist attraction, repeatedly getting hugged and taken advantage of by beautiful college girls.
In the hour since Lu Jun took the stage, there had not been a trace of sweat odor—only all kinds of fragrances rushing at him. The Water Institute students ranked in the bottom five hundred seemed to feel that defeating him was hopeless, so they simply gave up. The event had turned into an offline fan meetup on the spot.
Occasionally, someone tried to attack, but after failing, they promptly surrendered and stepped forward for a photo.
The audience had initially come to watch the fun, but their expressions gradually changed. The male students in particular were filled with envy.
Dongfang Ming and Bai Zhengfeng had just returned from training with Lu Jun. Having spent three months hunting demons in the field, they knew full well how strong he was. They might have been the only two people present who believed he could achieve the feat of sweeping through the Water Institute.
What a joke. Someone capable of killing a Sub-Commander would be considered a top expert even