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

But in the end, Lu Mingfei couldn't refuse and went with them.

The training ground was on the back mountain, an open space specifically for new students. A blue-haired boy was already waiting there, and upon seeing Huo Yuhao, he ran over angrily.

"Huo Yuhao! Why are you late again!"

"I'm going to find my senior." Huo Yuhao pointed to Lu Mingfei behind him.

Wang Dong then noticed Lu Mingfei and looked him up and down.

"Who are you?"

"Lu Mingfei," Lu Mingfei said, "Yuhao's friend."

Wang Dong frowned, as if remembering something: "You're that legendary good-for-nothing?"

What does this mean? How come I already know about Professor Lu's legendary status after only a few days of school?

"Wang Dong!" Huo Yuhao quickly stopped him.

Lu Mingfei waved his hand dismissively and smiled, "Yes, it's me. The legendary one."

Wang Dong felt a little embarrassed, but didn't want to admit his mistake, so he snorted and sat down.

Lu Mingfei found the blue-haired girl quite interesting—she was good-looking, had a bad temper, and acted like a spoiled princess.

Wait, he seems to be a man? Lu Mingfei glanced at Wang Dong again.

She's so beautiful! Her skin is so white it practically glows, and her features are so delicate, like a porcelain doll. She looks like a young girl.

Then, as if he had thought of something, Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, looked at Huo Yuhao on the left, and then at Wang Dong on the right.

"This is interesting!"

"Senior, sit here." Huo Yuhao pulled Lu Mingfei to sit down by the training field. "We'll train for a while, can you keep an eye on us?"

"I don't understand it," Lu Mingfei said.

"You can understand it," Huo Yuhao said earnestly.

Lu Mingfei didn't know what he was talking about, but he still sat down.

I myself admit I don't understand it, so how could you possibly understand me better than I do?

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong began sparring.

Huo Yuhao's martial soul is the Spirit Eye, which shines with golden light, and an invisible spiritual force spreads from between his eyebrows.

Wang Dong's martial soul is the Goddess of Light Butterfly, whose magnificent blue wings unfold in the sunlight, making it unbelievably beautiful.

Lu Mingfei sat on the sidelines, watching the two players work together.

Huo Yuhao's mental strength is very sharp, and he can sense the direction of Wang Dong's attack in advance.

Wang Dong's attack power was strong, but his speed was not fast enough, and Huo Yuhao always managed to dodge in advance.

"This won't do," Lu Mingfei suddenly said.

The two people stopped to look at him.

"Wang Dong's attacks are too direct," Lu Mingfei said.

"You always attack from the front. Yuhao can detect where you're going to attack as soon as he activates his mental detection. You need to change direction or attack from the side."

Lu Mingfei had already learned about Huo Yuhao's incredible soul skill through their conversation, and he could only say that its effect was truly unparalleled throughout history.

Wang Dong paused for a moment, then looked at Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao nodded: "Senior is right, I can always sense your attack route in advance."

Wang Dong retorted, unconvinced: "Then why don't you give it a try?"

Lu Mingfei waved his hand: "I'm just a good-for-nothing, I can't beat you guys."

"Give it a try," Huo Yuhao also encouraged.

Forced into a corner, Lu Mingfei stood up and walked onto the field.

"It's a deal then, don't laugh at me if you lose."

Wang Dong charged straight over, and with a flap of the wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly, he transformed into a streak of blue light.

Lu Mingfei didn't move.

The instant Wang Dong charged at him, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind—the angle of Wang Dong's wing flapping, his center of gravity, and the location of his fist landing were all clearly visible.

He turned slightly to the side.

Wang Dong's fist grazed his ear, creating a gust of wind.

Wang Dong was stunned.

Lu Mingfei was also stunned.

He didn't know how he did it.

Am I, Lu, truly a genius?

It's true, all these years, he has never had a real fight. Even in any competition, he never gets a chance to play. Even when it is his turn, he just surrenders. That's why there are so many legends about him in the outer academy. After all, who likes someone who surrenders?

But now it seems they didn't understand me! I, Lu Mingfei, am a once-in-a-lifetime practical genius!

Okay, now that you're confident, let's continue!

"Senior is amazing!" Huo Yuhao clapped.

"He was lucky," Lu Mingfei said. "He was too headstrong."

"Come on, let's continue."

Unconvinced, Wang Dong rushed again, this time even faster.

Lu Mingfei still didn't move, but this time he didn't dodge—Wang Dong's fist hit him squarely on the shoulder, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

"Ouch."

Lu Mingfei lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

I get it, I guess I, Lu, am still a good-for-nothing.

Wang Dong panicked and ran over to help him up: "Are you alright? I... I didn't mean to..."

"It's nothing." Lu Mingfei got up and dusted himself off.

"Your strength is greater than I thought."

"Are you really alright?" Wang Dong asked anxiously.

"I'm really fine." Lu Mingfei stretched his shoulders. "I don't have that much strength, it's like being tickled."

Although it flew out, the pain was practically nonexistent.

Wang Dong breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt that something was wrong.

"Senior, your physical fitness..." Huo Yuhao also noticed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Huo Yuhao shook his head, but a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

After training, the three of them sat on the sidelines drinking water.

"Senior, what level is your soul power?" Wang Dong asked.

"Level 14".

"Level 14?" Wang Dong's eyes widened. "You've been enrolled for a year and you're only at level 14?"

"Yeah, that's right," Lu Mingfei said. "It's already pretty good that my talent has reached level fourteen."

Wang Dong fell silent.

Level 14 is indeed a level of incompetence for him.

But he clearly dodged my attack and even took my punch.

How could a level 14 loser possibly do all that?

However, after thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem so illogical that Huo Yuhao had pinned him to the ground not long ago.

"Are you really just lucky?" Wang Dong asked.

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment.

"Maybe so. I don't have any other skills, I'm just lucky."

Wang Dong looked at him and felt that he was lying, but she couldn't see any flaws in his story.

Huo Yuhao remained silent, but he was thinking about something else.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said that it originally wanted to choose Lu Mingfei, but in the end it still chose him, which proves that the senior is not as useless as he seems on the surface.

The boy with the martial spirit in his true form...

Is it the senior's martial spirit?

Is this martial soul, capable of throwing out million-year-old soul beasts, really just a "chatterbox"?

Huo Yuhao looked at Lu Mingfei, with many questions in his mind, but he didn't ask.

Because he knew that if his senior didn't want to talk about something, asking wouldn't help.

"Senior," Huo Yuhao suddenly asked, "Are you coming again tomorrow?"

"What are you here for?"

"Come help us train," Huo Yuhao said earnestly. "Your judgment is more accurate than ours; it'll be more effective than us training on our own."

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment.

"Fine," he said. "I have nothing else to do anyway."

Wang Dong glanced at him but did not object.