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

The audience fell silent instantly.

It was so quiet you could hear the wind blowing through the ring.

Then--

Holy crap!

"A black spirit ring? A second spirit ring after ten thousand years?"

"Is he insane? He dares to absorb a ten-thousand-year-old spirit ring as his second spirit ring?"

"No, look closely! His first spirit ring is white! Ten years! And his second spirit ring jumps straight to ten thousand years? What kind of crazy configuration is this?!"

"How much has his soul power increased? Wasn't he only at level ten? He's jumped more than ten levels in just half a semester?"

The audience erupted in uproar.

The contempt on Xu Sanshi's face disappeared.

He stared at the black spirit ring around Lu Mingfei's body, his expression turning serious.

The second soul ring in ten thousand years.

What the hell is this person in front of me? Is it too late for me to back down a little?

Lu Mingfei was very satisfied with the changes in Xu Sanshi's expression.

Revealing the spirit rings is for this effect.

When it comes to showing off, it's all about creating a contrast.

"Don't be nervous," Lu Mingfei said with a smile. "It just looks scary, but it's not that powerful."

Xu Sanshi remained silent.

His soul power began to surge, and the illusory image of the Xuanming Shield behind him became even more solid.

The pressure of a level 39 soul force pressed down on Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei drew the Tang sword from its sheath.

The moment the dark red blade was exposed to the sunlight, the temperature in the training ground suddenly dropped several degrees.

Another murmur arose from the audience.

"What kind of knife is that?"

"I've never seen one like this before; it doesn't look like an ordinary soul tool."

"The color is so strange, a dark red, it looks creepy."

Lu Mingfei gripped the hilt of the knife and assumed a fighting stance.

Well, he actually put on quite a show of force—if Xu Sanshi weren't in front of him.

In fact, he learned this posture from Xue Di.

Xue Di had previously demonstrated a few basic knife-holding postures to him, which he thought were quite cool, so he memorized them. As for the actual use of these postures, he had no idea.

But he knew one thing—the most important thing about showing off is the aura.

After getting into position, Lu Mingfei took a deep breath.

Kamaitachi, activate.

Bronze Throne, activated.

In an instant, it started.

Start all!

A golden light flashed deep within Lu Mingfei's pupils.

With the three incantations activated simultaneously, Lu Mingfei's body seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura.

He stood there, still in the same knife-holding posture, but his entire demeanor had completely changed.

Xu Sanshi frowned.

He could sense that the aura emanating from the level 30 guy in front of him had undergone some inexplicable change in a moment.

It wasn't a change in soul power, it was something else entirely.

"Playing tricks." Xu Sanshi sneered.

He was the first to move.

The phantom of the Xuanming Shield solidified in front of him, and a huge shield, two meters high, crashed towards Lu Mingfei.

The tortoise-shell pattern on the shield glowed with a ghostly blue light, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

The head-on collision of a level 39 defensive Soul Master is not to be underestimated.

Lu Mingfei dodged to the side.

The shield grazed the hem of his clothes, and the resulting wind pressure made his hair fly backward.

He dodged, but didn't retaliate.

He didn't know just how sharp the Tang sword was.

The auctioneer said he could cut through the protective shield of a level 6 soul tool, but that was just what the auctioneer said, not something he actually did.

If this strike were to cleave Xu Sanshi in two, things would be difficult to handle.

So he wanted to see first what Xu Sanshi was really capable of.

Xu Sanshi missed his first attack and immediately changed his tactics.

The Xuanming Shield spun in his hand and hurled at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei moved swiftly, his body weaving through the air.

The Kamaitachi had already told him its flight path in advance, and with the added boost of the instant, the shields appeared to him as slow as if they were floating on water.

He hid very easily.

But the people in the audience couldn't tell.

In the eyes of the audience, Lu Mingfei is like a leaf blown by a strong wind, teetering on the brink of collapse, narrowly escaping each fall, always fraught with danger.

"This inner courtyard is no good, they're always hiding."

"Xu Sanshi is beating him down."

"A level 30 player fighting a level 39 player is obviously doomed to lose."

Jiang Nannan stood below the stage, her hands clenched tightly.

This guy's specialty is playing dumb to fool others; he looks pathetic, but he's actually very capable.

But even knowing this, her heart still leaped into her throat as she watched the shields graz his body time and time again.

Xu Sanshi's offensive became increasingly fierce.

He realized that his attacks were missing the guy.

Every time it seemed like a hit was about to be hit, the opponent would always manage to dodge at the last moment. That kind of reaction speed was not what a level 30 Soul Master should have.

"Is all you can do to hide?" Xu Sanshi said coldly.

Lu Mingfei dodged again, casually retorting, "Whether I dodge or not is none of your business. If I can't hit you, I can't hit you."

Xu Sanshi's face darkened.

Then his first spirit ring lit up.

Xuan Mingzhen!

The giant shield pressed down on Lu Mingfei, carrying an aura of suppressing everything.

Before the shield even arrived, the wind pressure had already caused the dust on the training ground to fly everywhere.

Lu Mingfei's eyes finally became more serious.

This move has a very large range; you can't dodge it by simply dodging.

He gripped the Tang sword tightly, and a dark red light shone faintly on the blade.

Then he swung his knife.

The blade traced an arc and struck the massive shield that was pressing down upon it.

There was no violent collision as expected, no roar of soul power exploding.

There was only a soft "hiss".

It sounded like a knife blade slicing through paper.

The Xuanming Shield was cut open.

Cut it neatly in half from the middle.

The cut was so smooth it looked like a mirror, without a single rough edge.

Xu Sanshi grunted and took a few steps back.

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Then came another gasp.

"A soul skill that can slice through a level 39 defensive soul master with a single strike?"

Xu Sanshi steadied himself and looked at the Tang sword in Lu Mingfei's hand, his expression becoming serious.

He finally realized that the guy in front of him, who was called a piece of trash, was not easy to deal with.

Jiang Nannan couldn't help but shout from below the stage, "Mingfei! Safety is the most important thing!"

She meant it sincerely.

Although she knew Lu Mingfei had a trump card, Xu Sanshi was still level 39, a difference of nine levels in soul power.

She couldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt.

Lu Mingfei heard it.

He turned to look at Jiang Nannan and grinned.

Then he turned his gaze back to Xu Sanshi, twirling the Tang sword in his hand.

"Nannan said safety is important," he said, his tone becoming lighter.

"So I'm not playing with you anymore."

"Watch closely—"

He took a deep breath.

"That cut will be really cool."

In an instant—eight times the speed.

The golden light deep within his pupils suddenly burst forth.

Lu Mingfei's body transformed into a blurry shadow in an instant, not even a residual image, but a beam of light.

Xu Sanshi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Danger.

Extremely dangerous.

Almost instinctively, he poured all his soul power into the Xuanming Shield.

Xuanming Shield Array.

The power of the Dark Abyss.

He unleashed two soul skills simultaneously, and the Xuanming Shield condensed into a defensive barrier in front of him.

His reaction was quick enough.

But it's still too slow.

A dark red blade flashed across everyone's retinas.

No one saw how Lu Mingfei moved.

No one saw how the knife was swung.

Even the flash of the blade itself seemed like an illusion—because by the time you saw that dark red arc, it was already over.

Xu Sanshi flew out.

The Xuanming Shield was sliced ​​open as if it were made of paper, and the blade cut from his left shoulder to his right rib, leaving a long wound on his chest.

He flew a full seven or eight meters before crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

Lu Mingfei stood in the center of the arena, his Tang sword already sheathed.

He kept his sword sheathed, his expression calm, but his eyes held an indescribable sense of satisfaction—that last strike was indeed quite impressive.

"Remember, when you see me, greet me with 'May you be blessed, Master Lu!'"

The training ground was completely silent.

Everyone was still processing what they had just witnessed.

After about three seconds, a voice broke the silence.

Holy crap!!!