After a mont of thought, Arun admitted defeat and said, "I'll train, but I want you to coach personally."
As his friend's words lingered in the room, Julius snapped his eyes open and gazed at him with sympathy before saying, "My condolences. I'll bring Asha and Louise to your funerals."
"Why would I die from training?" Arun answered, believing it was just a poor joke and missing Adam's disturbing smile before asking, his eyes glowing with curiosity. "What were you doing before I ca?"
"Figuring out who's the strongest in the room," Adam answered, shrugging. For him, the answer was as clear as a nose in the middle of a face.
Upon hearing the words, a fire sparked in Arun's eyes as he opened his mouth to say sothing the duo would never forget. "Well, it's evident, my dear friends. Of course, I'm the strongest in this dorm."
"..." "..."
They both gazed at his confidence-filled face and steady eyes, wondering if he was a genius actor or a legendary codian.
"Arun," Julius started, unwilling to break his friend's dreams, "Let's not speak with big brother for a month. He is too infuriating, anyway."
Arun scratched his head in confusion before hearing Adam's thundering laughter reverberate in the room. "What's wrong with what I said? I'm really the strongest here!" He said, reaffirming his statent, his beliefs unshaken.
But his confidence only fueled Adam's laughter, as he said, "HAHAHA. Sure you are. HAHAHA."
Annoyed by the mockery, Arun raised his head to gaze at the ghost, dead in the eye, and said, "I'm the strongest because I can hire thousands of fighters, including assassins, to do my bidding. Not to ntion my family's magic artefacts, weapons, and armants."
He was serious. With his background, he could easily ask his father to equip him from head to toe with tier-four epic artefacts and be unmatched. They didn't because Vikram wanted him to experience danger and learn to avoid it instead of relying on tools.
As the duo heard his words, worse, finding they made sense, they instantaneously gazed at the proud boy with pensive frowns. Money, albeit a different kind, was also a strength.
They fell into deep thoughts, considering the importance of money until Julius' eyes lit up as he rembered sothing recorded in the Qingming Sutra. With wealth, he could hasten his progress and catch back with his brother.
"Big bro, lend money to buy beast cores if you dare," He said, imitating his big brother's provocative tone and posture.
Unbothered by the taunting, Adam answered, his eyes narrowed into slits at the ntion of his agre economies. "Why? I wanted to buy materials with it."
"Did you forget? I can absorb their life force! You even translated and explained the thod from the Sutra." Julius answered, his eyes glowing in excitent. If he could reach the Golden Core Realm, he would have a good chance of defeating his big brother and making him stop mocking him for once. Yet, despite his excitent, he knew how much of a cheapskate Adam could be.
However, contrary to his expectations, Adam smiled gently at him like a genuine brother would and said. "Sell the bear card and buy as many cores as possible with the gold."
"T-thank you." He answered, his shoulders slumping and his eyes dimming. 'How could I doubt him and let our friendly competition drive my thoughts?' He pondered, realising Adam showed his emotions better after waking up.
With a clap of his hands to draw the boy's attention, Adam suddenly said with a smile, "Alright, the strongest is Arun, followed by and in the last position..." He turned to gaze at Julius, a mocking light dancing in his eyes.
'I should have seen it coming,' Julius thought, a smile stretching his lips. His big brother was too sharp to let him depress and would always change the mood. Even if he didn't enjoy being mocked, it was effective.
Simultaneously, Arun puffed his chest proudly and said, "Don't worry, I'll soon catch back to your levels and be the absolute number one!"
Unfortunately, a worrying silence answered him as Adam's eyes narrowed. It was fun the first ti because he didn't expect it, not the second.
Upon seeing Adam's reaction, Julius patted his friend's shoulder tenderly. "I'll bring the girls for your burial tomorrow and prepare a speech. I wish you a happy farewell in advance, my best friend."
"W-What will happen tomorrow?" Arun asked, his legs trembling after hearing the ominous words for the second ti. Julius couldn't be pushing the joke that far, right?
Yet, he understood after seeing the wisps of grey mana emanating from his ntor's luminous eyes. With a sonorous gulp, he said, "Ah! I'm such a terrible son. I just rembered I had to see my mother tomorrow."
"Don't worry, little disciple. I'll stay around the entire month to supervise your training and make you the as you wish," Adam said, grinning ominously at the kid, who liked to think he was the best before him. After all, the boy didn't experience one-tenth of the horror he went through. Yet, he wanted to claim he was better?
"Wake up at four in the morning tomorrow. Humph. You're lucky you have classes in the middle to save you." He said, determined to see him beco an acolyte and reach the middle of the first tier in body refinent in a month.
As Adam's intense gaze drilled holes in Arun's body, the boy turned to Julius, anxious about the turn of events and said, "Tell the truth. How is his training? Can I really die because of it?"
However, he didn't find the solace he searched for, as Julius swiftly turned to the side, unwilling to be embroiled in his brother's training ever again. Even after so many years, and despite his improvents, he still couldn't understand how Adam consistently intensified each training session, making them more torturous than the last.
Realising he might have committed a blunder he would regret for an entire month, Arun's lips quivered as he said, "I-Is it too late to retract my statent?"
"Try to guess," Adam answered, his smile broadening until it reached his ears. Then, he added, "I swear upon my na, I'll make you the most terrifying student of the academy."
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