Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingfei's face fell instantly, and he waved his hand.

"That's different. Assessments are too basic and don't match my abilities. I plan to conserve my strength and just go through the motions."

Xiao Xiao laughed: "Holding back? Senior, are you scared?"

"I'm scared? I'm scared?" Lu Mingfei's voice rose eight octaves.

He pointed at Wang Dong.

"Ask him how I beat him up that day."

Wang Dong opened his eyes and said coldly, "You did beat me up, but you've also been bedridden for so many days. What's there to brag about?"

Lu Mingfei was momentarily speechless, but quickly found an excuse.

"That's because I went easy on you. If I hadn't, you'd be dead by now."

"Is it cold?"

"Yes, it means dead, completely dead."

Wang Dong ignored him and closed his eyes again.

Xiao Xiao couldn't help but laugh when she saw Lu Mingfei's smug expression.

"Senior, your words are far more impressive than your abilities."

"Of course. My mouth is blessed." Lu Mingfei was not modest at all.

"Blessed? What do you mean, blessed?"

"It's just..." Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, "Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

The two of them continued their argument, neither willing to give in.

Huo Yuhao stood in the middle, unsure of whose side to take, and could only smile awkwardly.

Zhang Lexuan watched for a while, then stood up.

"Alright, you guys chat. I have something to do, so I'm leaving now."

She walked to the door and glanced back at Lu Mingfei.

"have a good rest."

"Don't worry, senior," Lu Mingfei patted his chest reassuringly.

Zhang Lexuan smiled and walked out.

As soon as she left, Lu Mingfei immediately shrank back into the blankets, like a frightened turtle.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, the test is really coming up."

Xiao Xiao shook her head as she looked at his cowardly appearance.

"Senior, didn't you just say you weren't afraid?"

"That was said in front of my senior," Lu Mingfei said in a muffled voice.

"We're not even acquaintances yet, so naturally I can't lose face in front of strangers."

Xiao Xiao was speechless.

How can this person be so spineless?

Days passed by like this.

Lu Mingfei lay in bed for three days, and was treated several times by a healing-type soul master found by Zhang Lexuan. His injuries were almost completely healed.

But soul power is something that cannot be restored simply by healing.

Soul power is like being drained of all energy and incurring debt; it recovers extremely slowly.

By the morning of the assessment day, his soul power had recovered to about 30-40%.

Three to four tenths.

Lu Mingfei stood in front of the mirror, looked at his somewhat pale face, and sighed.

"With that little soul power, going up there would be suicide."

But he had no choice; he couldn't skip the assessment.

He changed into his school uniform, walked out of the small building, and headed towards the training ground.

He encountered several students of the same grade on the way, who all looked at him with strange eyes.

"I heard he was in a coma for several days."

"It seems they beat up a brilliant freshman?"

"No way? This good-for-nothing can beat a genius?"

"I don't know, but it's really weird."

Lu Mingfei pretended not to hear and walked forward with his head down.

When we arrived at the training ground, the assessment was already prepared.

The second-year assessment is conducted in batches. Each student has to fight against a teacher or senior student at the Soul Master level. The longer the student lasts, the better their performance and the higher their score.

Of course, if you can show some highlights in battle, such as the use of soul skills or combat awareness, that can also be a plus.

Lu Mingfei was the third player to play.

He stood on the sidelines, watching the first two students go up to play.

The first one was a power-type Soul Master whose Martial Soul was a bear. He went up and clashed head-on with the Soul Master. He lasted for about three minutes before being slapped out of the arena.

The second one was an agility-type Soul Master whose Martial Soul was an eagle. He was as fast as a ghost, darting back and forth on the field. He managed to hold out for five minutes before finally running out of Soul Power and admitting defeat.

Lu Mingfei felt uneasy.

That guy with the Eagle Spirit was so fast, yet he only lasted five minutes.

I'm lucky if I can last even a minute now.

"Next up, Lu Mingfei."

The examiner called his name.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and walked onto the training field.

A middle-aged man stood opposite, dressed in a black outfit with a four-ring badge pinned to his chest.

Four spirit rings, two yellow and two purple, a standard configuration for a Soul Master.

He looked to be in his thirties, with an ordinary face but sharp eyes, clearly the kind of seasoned veteran.

"You're Lu Mingfei?" The man glanced at him.

"Yes," Lu Mingfei said.

"I heard you got into a fight with Wang Dong and injured him?"

After all, he was a well-known figure in the School of Foreign Languages ​​since he entered the university, so it's reasonable for him to know.

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to answer, so he could only give a vague "hmm".

The man nodded.

"Alright, then I won't hold back. How long you can last against me depends on your skills."

Lu Mingfei's face turned pale.

No mercy?

Are you trying to kill me?

That hateful Wang Dong! It's all his fault, you bastard!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Teacher, please have mercy," but before he could speak, the person had already moved.

The four spirit rings lit up, and a powerful sense of oppression swept over us.

Lu Mingfei felt his legs go weak.

It's over. It's over.

This time it's really over.

But he had no way out.

Martial Spirit, activate.

A figure appeared behind him.

It was a young boy version of "Lu Mingfei," looking about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a black suit and with a faint smile on his face.

But what everyone present saw was a humanoid martial spirit that looked like a miniature version of Lu Mingfei.

Nobody knew that his real name was Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingfei's spirit rings lit up.

One.

Just one.

A ten-year-old white spirit ring, as shabby as a glass bead mixed in with a group of diamonds.

The laughter from the sidelines grew even louder.

"A ten-year spirit ring? This is what you call a spirit master? How did he even get into Shrek Academy?"

"I heard he has a base spirit form, is that all?"

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Kamaitachi, unfold.

The surrounding sounds suddenly became incredibly clear.

The rustling of the wind through the grass, the breathing of the audience in the distance, the heartbeat of the Soul Master opposite, the sound of blood flowing in his veins...

All the sounds rushed into his ears like a tidal wave.

He could hear the Soul Master's left foot slightly move forward, a sign that he was about to launch an attack.

Lu Mingfei leaned slightly to the side.

The next second, the Soul Master moved.

He was as fast as a ghost, and punched Lu Mingfei in the face.

But Lu Mingfei had already heard the sound of the fist cutting through the air. He turned his head and the fist flew past his ear.

The force of the punch made his ear sting, but he managed to dodge it.

The laughter from the sidelines abruptly stopped.

"You dodged it?"

"You guessed, didn't you?"

Lu Mingfei had no time to pay attention to these voices.

The Soul Master's attacks were relentless, one punch after another, one kick after another, each move carrying fluctuations of soul power, leaving a crater in the ground.

Lu Mingfei dodged left and right, darting back and forth on the field like a frightened rabbit.

Kamaitachi amplified his hearing to the extreme, allowing him to anticipate the trajectory of each attack and dodge accordingly.

But there's a problem with this thing.

His body couldn't keep up with his ears.

He could hear the attack coming and his mind knew where to hide, but his body was just a beat slower.

Moreover, the Soul Sect's attacks became faster and more frequent, like a storm sweeping across the land.

Lu Mingfei dodged more than a dozen moves, but on the twentieth move, he finally couldn't dodge it.

A punch landed squarely on his chest.

Lu Mingfei felt that his ribs were broken.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tumbled twice in the air, and crashed heavily to the ground.

"That's it?" The Soul Master stood there, looking at Lu Mingfei lying on the ground, and shook his head.

"I thought I could hold on a little longer."