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Chapter 207 Yang Wudi: I’ll eat this cake!

Early morning, Yang Mansion.

Yang Wudi was practicing his shooting skills in the quiet courtyard as usual.

In the small courtyard, he was in a sturdy posture, brandishing the wooden spear in his hand with great vigor. The shadow of the spear flickered, and under the reflection of the sun, it glowed with a cold and eerie light.

Yang Wudi’s martial spirit is the Soul-Breaking Spear. In addition to his extraordinary talent, his ability to possess the strength of a Soul Douluo is also inseparable from his hard practice day after day.

At this time, Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing, led by Yang Jiu, walked into the courtyard.

Yang Wudi's eyes were as fast as lightning, and he glanced casually.

His eyes lingered on Lu Feng for a moment longer, and in an instant, he made a judgment in his mind.

This extraordinary young man should be the talented boy that he saw on the poster of the Fighting Spirit Arena.

However, Yang Wudi did not stop his actions, but continued to practice his shooting skills with concentration.

Firstly, he had not yet finished practicing his marksmanship, and giving up halfway was not his style.

Secondly, he also wanted to take this opportunity to test the young man's temperament and see how much patience and self-control he had.

Yang Jiu saw this scene and sighed secretly.

The clan leader is good in every way except that he is aloof and arrogant by nature.

Now that the guests have arrived, and both parties are here to discuss cooperation, it is really inappropriate for the patriarch to leave them aside.

But he was just a steward, so he didn't dare to say anything more. After all, he couldn't afford to offend either side.

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly when she saw Yang Wudi's arrogant attitude, feeling a little unhappy.

However, she refrained from saying anything.

She and Lu Feng had already discussed it before coming, and this time, everything would be based on Lu Feng.

Lu Feng stood there quietly, staring closely at Yang Wudi's every move, watching him practice his shooting skills.

Yang Wudi's spear was extremely fast, and the tip of the spear stabbed forward like a phantom, making it hard to keep up. At the same time, his feet flexibly jumped left and right, which was obviously a set of exquisite footwork that matched his spear skills.

At this moment, two balls of light fell from the courtyard:

Picked up a purple skill [Soul-breaking Spear Skill] fragment*1
Picked up the purple skill [Yunyunbu] fragment *1
"it is good!"

Lu Feng's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but clap his hands and shout.

Yang Wudi heard the voice and looked over at him. He saw that Lu Feng's face was filled with joy, which did not seem to be fake.

At this time, Yang Wudi stopped what he was doing, strode forward, bowed and said, "Your Highness the Third Prince, Miss Zhu, please forgive me for being rude and keeping you waiting for so long."

Lu Feng waved his hand casually, with a sincere smile on his face, and praised: "Patriarch Yang's title of 'invincible with the spear' is indeed well-deserved after seeing it today."

Yang Wudi smiled and said, "Your Highness, I am too kind. I have only been practicing day after day for many years."

There was a hint of respect in his tone, but he couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

Obviously, he has enough confidence in his own ability.

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly catching the hint of pride that flashed across Yang Wudi's expression.

"Yang Wudi is a loner, stubborn, and straightforward. He has spent his entire life studying how to improve his attack power, and is obsessed with refining various medicines."

Lu Feng recalled the evaluation of Yang Wudi in the original book, and an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

The Pozhi clan must not be short of ordinary resources and money.

As for Yang Wudi's personality, he probably wouldn't care much about high positions, generous salaries, titles and rewards.

If you want to subdue such a person, coercion and inducement will not work at all. Moreover, even if you defeat such a person with force, he may not be truly convinced.

Simply put, Yang Wudi is the kind of person who is a bit stubborn and one-track-minded.

If you want to convince him sincerely, the best way is to convince him in the area where he is most confident and best at.

Yang Wudi’s greatest strengths are, first, his own attack power, and second, the art of refining medicine.

Thinking of this, Lu Feng suddenly had an idea in his mind.

With a smile on his face, he saluted and said, "Patriarch Yang's pistol skills are truly superb and exquisite. I can't help but feel a little excited. Why don't we have a competition so that I can learn from him?"

Hearing this, Yang Wudi was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise on his face.

The reason why he practiced gun skills in front of Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing was, on the one hand, to complete his daily training and maintain his condition.

On the other hand, he also wanted to use this opportunity to demonstrate his strength and intimidate the other party.

In the past, those who came to recruit him, after seeing his superb marksmanship, mostly started to flatter him, then exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got down to business and began to discuss the conditions for cooperation.

But why doesn't the third prince in front of him play by the rules?

Besides, even if the Third Prince was gifted, he was only a Soul King, while he was a genuine Soul Douluo, and the gap in strength between the two was huge.

Young people nowadays are so conceited. Don’t they know their place?
Yang Wudi raised his lips slightly, revealing a teasing smile, and said, "Third Prince, I have been practicing this Soul-Breaking Spear Technique for almost seventy years. In terms of soul power, I may not be as good as those Titled Douluo, but in terms of spear skills..."

He paused deliberately, his eyes revealing a sense of pride, and then said: "There are really few people in the entire continent who can catch my eye."

On the other side, when Yang Jiu heard Lu Feng's proposal, he couldn't help rubbing his ears, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

How dare someone compete with the head of his family?

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had seen such an arrogant young man.

Lu Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, and he thought to himself: This old guy is really conceited.

He chuckled and said, "That's a coincidence. I have been practicing boxing for more than ten years. Over the years, I have rarely encountered opponents who can compete with me."

"Boxing?" Yang Wudi frowned slightly.

He suddenly realized that since Dai Mubai proposed a competition, it was naturally not a soul power competition between soul masters.

After all, the difference in their soul power was three major realms, and he was really worried that he would hurt the other person by accident.

As a dependent, he had to give some face to the royal family.

"Bang!" The spear in Yang Wudi's hand slammed into the ground, making a dull sound.

"Since the Third Prince is so interested, I will accompany you to the end." Seeing this, Lu Feng raised a sly smile and said, "If we just compete, it will be a little boring. Why don't we add some prizes to make the competition more interesting?"

"The prize?" Yang Wudi frowned, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"That's fine, Third Prince, what do you want to bet on?"

Lu Feng smiled, took out a golden VIP card from his soul guide and waved it in his hand.

"If I win by chance, Senior, please promise me one thing. If I lose, this Soul Coin Card will belong to you. What do you think?"

When Yang Wudi saw the golden VIP card, his eyes widened with shock.

He knew that this small golden card represented at least one million gold soul coins, and it could be cashed out at any bank in the two empires.

“This…” Although Yang Wudi is straightforward, he is not stupid.

He naturally understood the purpose of Lu Feng's visit, which was probably to recruit the Pozhi clan.

But the Third Prince in front of him was so generous and appeared so confident, could he really have something to rely on?

However, since the other party is offering money to your door, how can you refuse?

Even if this was a big bait, he planned to get the benefits first.

Yang Wudi's mind suddenly changed, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "If that's the case, then I'd better obey your command respectfully."

As he spoke, his soul power surged, his momentum suddenly increased, and he shouted loudly: "Yang Wudi, level 82 strong attack system combat soul douluo, please give me your guidance!"

Lu Feng couldn't help but have a few black lines on his forehead, and he secretly complained in his heart: Still giving me advice? What are you giving me advice on?

You are a Contra who has lived for decades, and you are still doing these nonsense things?

He slightly bowed his hands and said expressionlessly: "Dai Mubai, fifty-first level Battle Soul King, please give me your guidance."

Facing Yang Wudi, who was still uncertain whether he was a friend or an enemy, Lu Feng decided to be cautious and concealed his true soul power of level 59.

"Please." Lu Feng said in a low voice, his eyes revealing confidence and calmness.

Without using soul power, Lu Feng was not afraid at all when challenging Yang Wudi head-on.

Even though he was fighting with bare hands, as he said, after nearly ten years of practice, these fists were his most powerful weapon.

"Hey!" Yang Wudi shouted suddenly, his voice as loud as a bell.

He swung the spear in his hand forward, and his entire momentum suddenly rose to the extreme.

His body moved along with the spear, without any unnecessary movements. An extremely sharp and terrifying aura rushed straight to Lu Feng's chest.

The Po clan is named after "Po".

Yang Wudi's spear was as fast as an arrow shot from a bow, without any possibility of stopping.

"What a quick shot!"

Lu Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp.

He threw the first punch without hesitation, and followed quickly with the second punch, with momentum like waves, layer upon layer.

Under the clever compression of the fist force, white light flashed faintly in the fist wind, containing infinite power.

"boom!"

Lu Feng's fist hit the gun heavily. The huge impact force deflected the shot that was bound to hit the target, and the tip of the gun scraped past his body.

"This is, a messy cloak!"

Seeing Lu Feng's second punch, Yang Wudi's face darkened slightly.

He has followed the Haotian Sect for many years and is naturally very familiar with the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique.

However, he did not expect that the third prince would use his fist instead of a hammer to perform this move, which was really beyond his expectations.

Then, Yang Wudi waved his arms, shook the gun violently, and smashed it hard towards Lu Feng's leg.

This move originated from his first soul skill, the Zhen character technique.

Although the attack power of the chaotic cloak is strong, its disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, it must accumulate power on the spot, which undoubtedly gives the opponent an opportunity to take advantage.

However, just when the gun was about to hit Lu Feng's thigh, Lu Feng's feet miraculously moved half a meter away, cleverly avoiding Yang Wudi's sure-shot attack.

"This is! Violent Step!"

There was a gleam in Yang Wudi's eyes, full of shock.

He could understand why Lu Feng could use the Chaos Cloak Fist. After all, this move was not too rare in the world of soul masters.

But this violent step?

He had seen this move before, it was performed by a genius soul master from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan. He didn't expect to see it on the Third Prince today.

“Is this the heritage of the royal family?”

"Sure enough, the two empires have been able to stand for a thousand years without falling. Neither of them is simple."

Yang Wudi was secretly amazed in his heart, and his arrogance was restrained a lot.

"Swoosh." Yang Wudi took two quick steps and dodged Lu Feng's fist.

At the same time, the wooden spear in his hand trembled suddenly, and the tip of the spear drew a graceful arc in the air, stabbing towards Lu Feng with a fierce momentum.

"Bang." Lu Feng's body turned halfway in the air, and his right fist swung out like a black meteor, colliding with the wooden spear swung by Yang Wudi.

"Swoosh, swoosh." The two men each took two steps back, and for a moment, they were in a stalemate again.

Off the court.

Yang Jiu was stunned as he looked at the two people who were in a stalemate.

In his impression, the family head's marksmanship has always been courageous and unstoppable.

He had never seen the patriarch use defensive techniques.

But today...

(End of this chapter)