One of them spoke in a low voice, and the others could not help bursting into laughter.
"Hahaha..."
"Probably some guy who came to the club for fun. Too bad there aren't any official matches today, or we could make some more money off these guys."
"..."
Chen Lun gave a polite smile, turned, and left.
Although he could not hear their conversation, his powerful dynamic vision let him roughly work out what they were saying from their lips.
He did not care about these people mocking him behind his back.
Of course, if they really wanted to try knocking his teeth out, perhaps he could try making them lose their heads.
After leaving those training rooms behind, Chen Lun discovered several more along the way, where customers were practicing with various melee weapons.
There were all sorts of swords, including longswords, shortswords, broadswords, and two-handed swords, as well as polearms such as spears, lances, halberds, and war hammers, and even less common weapons such as great axes, flails, and whips.
They came in every shape and variety.
Clang! Clang!
Listening to the crisp clashes ringing in his ears, Chen Lun looked over with interest.
He also spotted several promotional posters on the corridor's noticeboard, seemingly advertising various types of combat exchange tournaments.
These tournaments offered prize money, which greatly increased Chen Lun's interest.
But when he saw that the prizes amounted to only a few Gold Pounds, a dozen or so at most, his interest rapidly faded, like his enthusiasm after finishing a certain activity.
"Hey! Mr. Jack!"
A voice suddenly rang out, and Chen Lun stopped.
Turning around, he saw the respectably dressed older nobleman with a somewhat roguish air leaning against a wall and greeting him.
"What a coincidence, running into you again today... Care for a