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

As soon as Huo Yuhao activated his mental detection sharing, an aerial view of the entire Soul Fighting Zone appeared in everyone's minds simultaneously.

Lu Mingfei's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Word of Power: Moment, Four Times Speed.

He swept across the ground of the Soul Arena like a black arrow.

He flipped the Tang sword in his hand, the back of the blade facing outwards; after all, he wasn't crazy enough to use a real sword to cut his classmate.

The three students on the left were preparing to unleash their soul skills when they suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards them.

One of them reacted the fastest, immediately releasing his soul skill to try to block, but just as his soul ring lit up, the back of the blade struck his wrist.

With a muffled thud, his soul skill was interrupted, followed by a kick to the abdomen. He flew backward and crashed into the protective barrier of the Soul Arena, his eyes still wide open as he slid down.

The other two rushed at Lu Mingfei at the same time, attacking him from the left and right.

Lu Mingfei touched the ground with his toes, twisted his body in mid-air, and swung his Tang sword left and right, the back of the blade striking the back of the two men's necks with precision.

The force was controlled perfectly, just enough to knock the person unconscious.

The two groaned and collapsed to the ground.

In less than three breaths, three people were eliminated.

The trainees on the sidelines were dumbfounded.

Someone couldn't help but swear: "What the hell? He hasn't even activated his Martial Soul!"

Dai Huabin saw this scene in the crowd, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He instinctively took a half step back, then realized his reaction and his face turned extremely ugly.

He gritted his teeth and shouted to Zhu Lu beside him, "Merge!"

Zhu Lu immediately moved closer, and the two of them released their martial spirits at the same time.

The phantoms of the Netherworld Cat and the White Tiger intertwined in the air, their soul power surging instantly. The two figures merged into one, transforming into a gigantic Netherworld White Tiger.

It raised its head and let out a deafening roar, the sound wave sending several students flying.

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell from the sidelines.

Lu Mingfei stopped and turned around to look at the enormous Netherworld White Tiger.

"Looks pretty strong."

The Netherworld White Tiger pounced on him, its massive front paws, imbued with powerful soul energy, slamming down on his head.

Lu Mingfei didn't dodge; he charged straight at the tiger's claws.

In an instant, at eight times the speed.

His figure vanished from the spot and reappeared beside the Netherworld White Tiger in the next instant.

The Tang sword drew an arc in the air, and the back of the blade slammed hard into the white tiger's foreleg joint.

The Netherworld White Tiger's front legs suddenly bent, causing it to lose its balance and fall forward.

Lu Mingfei had already circled around to its other side, striking its lower back with the back of his knife, then its shoulder, and then its neck.

Three cuts, in three different locations.

The movements were so fast that those present only saw a few blurry blade shadows flash by before the Netherworld White Tiger's body began to tremble violently.

The Netherworld White Tiger opened its massive jaws, attempting to bite Lu Mingfei, but the speed difference was too great.

Lu Mingfei sidestepped the tiger's mouth and came to the tiger's belly. He gripped the knife with both hands, back of the blade facing up, and delivered a powerful upward slam to the Netherworld White Tiger's jaw.

The white tiger's roar abruptly stopped, its massive head snapped back, and its entire body split in two, forcibly breaking the fusion.

Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu were thrown in opposite directions, sliding for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

Dai Huabin struggled to get up, but his arms only managed to prop himself up halfway before his body went limp again. His soul power was running wild in his body and was completely out of his control.

He looked up at Lu Mingfei.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Mingfei did not release his martial spirit.

To be precise, his spirit rings never lit up; they were just for show. But he had already dominated the entire arena with pure physical skills and speed.

On the sidelines, Xu Sanshi watched this scene, his lips trembling.

He turned to look at Beibei beside him, his voice trembling, "Beibei, Lu Ming... Master Lu is that strong now?"

Beibei remained silent for a while, then slowly shook her head.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Xu Sanshi's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

From now on, you should just call me Master Lu.

Dai Huabin lay on the ground, his gaze passing over the ground of the Soul Fighting Zone and looking at Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong on the other side.

Then his pupils contracted again.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong stood side by side.

The wings of the Goddess of Light butterfly behind Wang Dong were fully spread, with golden light patterns flowing on them, instantly elevating his aura to a new level.

Huo Yuhao stood beside her, his four spirit rings lighting up simultaneously, the spiritual fluctuations of his Spirit Eye Martial Soul spreading outwards like an invisible net.

The two looked at each other, then simultaneously reached out their hands.

Amidst the brilliance, decay; the path to gold.

A beam of light burst forth from both of them simultaneously, gold and deep blue intertwining to form a dazzling pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The beam of light exploded in the air, turning into countless points of light that fell down, covering a large part of the Soul Fighting Zone.

All the students touched by the light froze, as if under a deeper confinement, the connection between their soul and body was temporarily severed.

As Dai Huabin watched this scene, his lips trembled, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

He remembered that he had once ambushed Huo Yuhao and even wanted to bring some people to beat him up.

At that time, he felt that he was a direct descendant of the White Tiger Duke's mansion and was naturally superior to these commoners.

Later, when he met Lu Mingfei, although he was timid for a while, he still felt in his heart that he was just unlucky and had met a crazy person who did not play by the rules.

But now he sees something.

Lu Mingfei dismantled his prized Netherworld White Tiger before even activating his Martial Soul. Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong's Martial Soul Fusion Technique has matured to this extent.

These people are all running forward, much faster than him, while he's still standing still, still thinking about what dirty tricks he can use to get revenge.

Dai Huabin gripped the sand on the ground so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palm.

He Caitou also collapsed to the ground.

However, he was knocked down by Lu Mingfei.

Just as He Caitou raised his soul-guided cannon, Lu Mingfei had already flashed behind him, striking him on the back of the head with the back of his blade. The force was perfectly controlled, and He Caitou collapsed to the ground before he could even let out a muffled groan.

Lu Mingfei glanced down at him, thinking to himself, "I'm sorry, I'll treat you to dinner later."

After all, he seems to be a member of the Soul Guidance Department's individual soldier program, so they can be considered fellow disciples.

The battle was over in less than fifteen minutes.

The remaining trainees were neither able to fight back nor escape, and could only be eliminated one by one.

The Soul Arena fell silent.

Seven people were standing in the center of the field.

Lu Mingfei put the Tang sword back into his storage soul tool, stretched his wrists, and looked very relaxed, without even a drop of sweat on his forehead.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong stood side by side, their breathing slightly rapid, but their spirits were high, and their faces still showed a hint of unfinished business.

Jiang Nannan stood two steps behind Lu Mingfei, expressionless, still with that aloof demeanor.

The trainees on the sidelines were still standing there, looking at each other, many of them with expressions of resentment.

Some even clenched their fists—they hadn't even had a chance to unleash their signature soul skills before being eliminated, leaving them with a lot of pent-up energy that had nowhere to go. How could they accept this?

Xuan Lao's figure emerged from the edge of the Soul Fighting Zone. He didn't look at the students who had fallen to the ground and were being helped up by the teachers. His gaze swept around the center of the field, lingering on Lu Mingfei for a moment, before turning to the sidelines and waving.

Wang Yan and Mu Jin, along with several other teachers, rushed over.

"Those who are eliminated, go back. You seven stay." Old Xuan's voice was deep and muffled. He then took out an oil paper package from his pocket, opened it, took out a golden-brown, juicy chicken leg, and took a bite.