Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

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"How could that be?" Lu Mingfei shook his head. "It's just that some people might feel uncomfortable if I were down there, right?"

Lu Mingfei is someone who hates awkward situations, especially since he also has a habit of feeling awkward for others.

"Tch, if you don't like it, you don't like it. What's wrong with saying it?" Ning Rongrong didn't specify who it was, but he knew those people seemed very abnormal no matter how you looked at them.

Lu Mingfei shrugged. These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth.

"As the biggest contributor, you're sitting in a place like this." Ning Rongrong stood by the parapet and looked down, patting her chest with lingering fear. "How come you're more unhappy than me even though we were beaten so badly by you?"

"It's just a friendly match, what's there to be happy or sad about?" Lu Mingfei shook his head: "By the way, Zhu Zhuqing, you played beautifully today."

Lu Mingfei made a point of mentioning it so that she could join the conversation; being ignored in a group chat is never a pleasant experience.

"Thank you," Zhu Zhuqing replied softly, bowing her head.

"What about me?" Ning Rongrong asked unhappily.

"Run faster next time, don't always think about waiting for someone to save you." Lu Mingfei spoke very sincerely. If Ning Rongrong had separated from that guy named Oscar and hid behind Tang San or Dai Mubai from the beginning, she might have survived a few more seconds.

"I ran fast enough. You don't know, we ran with heavy loads for a full three months." Ning Rongrong suddenly felt wronged. Even if she doubled her speed, it wouldn't matter, given Lu Mingfei's speed.

"The master also said that there are no perfect soul masters, only perfect teams, but we've become a laughing stock in front of you." Ning Rongrong pouted.

"A perfect team?" Lu Mingfei frowned, taken aback. "How can anything in this world be perfect? ​​Besides, even if there were a perfect team, could you two stay together forever?"

Lu Mingfei immediately knew that the master was trying to fool people again, clearly wanting to create a team so that Tang San could be the center and reap both fame and fortune.

If he had agreed to the Grandmaster's request at Notting Academy, he would probably have ended up as Tang San's tool.

Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's words, both of them fell silent instantly.

"You mean team training is meaningless?" Zhu Zhuqing suddenly asked.

Lu Mingfei shook his head: "The meaning of something varies from person to person. For Yu Feng and the others, as nobles, they strive for honor for their country, so team training is their greatest meaning. But for Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan, the Soul Master Competition is just a stage goal. Teamwork is only temporary; individual strength is what truly belongs to oneself."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded thoughtfully. Lu Mingfei's words suddenly woke her up. She seemed to have put the cart before the horse lately.

"And what about you? Why did you choose to participate?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"I'm a student at the Royal Academy, after all. It's just a competition that lasts a month. I'll just participate if I want to," Lu Mingfei said nonchalantly.

Listening to Lu Mingfei's nonchalant remarks, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This is the confidence that comes from having strength. Judging from tonight's game, Lu Mingfei really doesn't need any so-called cooperation; he can simply overwhelm his opponents.

"That's easy for you to say. If you were on our team, we could win without lifting a finger." Ning Rongrong suddenly felt that her life was really miserable.

With Lu Mingfei around, the championship was practically a sure thing for Team Tiandou, while she, the young sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, had to train hard with Tang San to try and win a place in the competition.

The differences between people are just too great.

"Then you might as well not sleep tonight. Try to daydream tomorrow and make do." Lu Mingfei climbed back onto the balcony without giving Ning Rongrong any face.

Humming an off-key song, I sat down at the wooden dining table on the balcony.

The rhythmic clatter of footsteps coming from the stairwell told him that his ordered barbecue feast had finally been served.

"By the way, Zhu Zhuqing, do you guys want to grab a late-night snack together?"

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Tang San woke up with a start from his bed. The first thing he saw was a familiar hotel room. He reached out and touched his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

He felt no pain in his body, but the image of the molten fire still flashed before his eyes from time to time, along with an uncontrollable, heart-pounding fear.

"Little San." The master was sitting on the sofa in the room. When he saw Tang San wake up, he immediately got up, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him.

"Xiao San, are you alright?" the master asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, teacher." Tang San gently shook his head. "How is Xiao Wu?"

"Xiao Wu is fine," the master said. "Haotian Douluo has already checked on her. She just suffered a mental backlash and fainted. She'll be fine after resting for a while."

"It's all my fault." Tang San clenched his fist and slammed it on the bed. "If it weren't for saving me, Xiao Wu wouldn't have ended up like this."

The master sighed, "It's good that you're all alright. If anyone's to blame, it's me. If I hadn't been so anxious, none of you would have gotten hurt."

He originally intended to use the guise of a friendly match to restrict Lu Mingfei from using those powerful soul skills, thereby giving Tang San a chance to defeat Lu Mingfei in close combat and restore his confidence.

However, Lu Mingfei unexpectedly possessed a soul skill that could create ice-like weapons, as well as unfathomable swordsmanship, which directly thwarted his plans.

Even Haotian Douluo misjudged Lu Mingfei's dragon might, which was too powerful for Tang San to overcome with his current mental strength. Tang San was so frightened that he fainted on the arena.

Although he may appear unharmed now, the shadow in his heart is probably even deeper after this battle.

"How can you blame the teacher?" Tang San shook his head. He had suggested to the teacher that he challenge Lu Mingfei when he went to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but who would have thought that Lu Mingfei would be so strong?

"I never expected Lu Mingfei's strength to be so terrifying." The master sighed. Even now, he could still remember the raging sea of ​​fire that Lu Mingfei unleashed. Even a Soul King would not be able to withstand that one sword strike.

The difference in ranged attack power is undeniable. Perhaps he was wrong from the start; they shouldn't have challenged Lu Mingfei before the Clear Sky Hammer was equipped with a spirit ring.

"Teacher, can I really defeat Lu Mingfei?" Tang San couldn't help but fall into self-doubt.

Blue Silver Grass was a complete joke in front of Lu Mingfei's flames. The Eight Spider Lances, an external soul bone that was highly anticipated, was also no match for Lu Mingfei. Even if the Clear Sky Hammer was equipped with soul rings, would it really be a match for Lu Mingfei?

"I can assure you of this. The superiority of twin martial souls is unmatched in the later stages. The Clear Sky Hammer is definitely the number one martial soul in the world." Grandmaster knew that what was most important for Tang San right now was confidence.

"Actually, mistress, have you realized that you've fallen into a misconception? Lu Mingfei is not actually our enemy."

"Actually, the original intention of this competition was to help you resolve your inner conflicts and put an end to past grievances. Afterwards, we would go to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and try to get Lu Mingfei to join our team, help us win the championship, forge a friendship, and fight against the Spirit Hall together in the future. This is also what Haotian Douluo wants to see."

"Impossible." Tang San never considered accepting this possibility: "He doesn't even respect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, so what can we offer him? Not to mention that I once tried to sabotage him, he will probably always be wary of us."

"Then we don't need to pay him any attention." Tang Hao walked steadily into the room. "Xiao San, remember this: the strong believe in strength, not reason."

"Given enough power, he will naturally change his prejudice against you."

"What does Haotian Douluo mean?" the master asked.

"Now that we are the strong ones, Lu Mingfei will naturally make the right choice."