Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

On the Soul Battle Stage, a young female host in a gorgeous floral dress cleared her throat and announced playfully, "Next up is the first one-on-one Soul Battle of our Seventeenth Soul Battle Arena, featuring two Soul Masters."

The host paused at this point, blinked his big eyes, and said, "One is Lu Mingfei, who possesses an extremely rare Eye Martial Soul, against Dian Kou, who has won three consecutive matches and possesses a Great Hammer Martial Soul. Will the newcomer Lu Mingfei emerge victorious, or will Dian Kou continue his winning streak? Let's wait and see."

After the host finished speaking, the audience reacted indifferently. Of all the matches in the Great Soul Arena, the most boring was the Soul Master group's battle of wits.

There were only two people, each with one soul skill, so it wasn't very interesting. Generally speaking, these low-level matches are just for entertainment, to keep the atmosphere from getting too dull.

However, Lu Mingfei's appearance still aroused the audience's interest. Although there are often some immature children in the Soul Master group competition, they had never seen someone as young as Lu Mingfei before.

At the same time, a fat, muscular man, over 1.8 meters tall, walked up from the other side of the ring. When he saw that his opponent was a little kid whose waist was not even as thick as his arm, he stared wide-eyed, somewhat at a loss.

"Are you kidding me? How can you fight like this?" Dian Kou looked at the host who had stepped aside. He was afraid that if he hit the kid with his hammer, he would turn him into mincemeat.

The host was also scratching his head, and could only suggest that Dian Kou try fighting first. They were a fighting spirit platform, and they couldn't directly advise the contestant to surrender, otherwise the audience's viewing experience would be too bad and they would complain.

As for Lu Mingfei, his first feeling upon seeing his opponent, who was as big as a wild boar, was genuinely a little intimidated; this guy was even bigger than Pigsy (Zhu Bajie).

"Are you sure your martial spirit is a hammer and not a butcher's knife?" Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"Kid, you really want to fight?" Dian Kou raised an eyebrow. Even if he won, he'd probably be scorned by everyone.

"Brother, give it a try, at least let me experience it." Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment before speaking, but he was determined to take the first step.

"Alright then." Dian Kou figured it out; this was some ignorant child who had run out to play. But to become a Soul Master at such a young age, he must be someone's precious darling. He decided to add more water to avoid hurting the child.

"Please both sides activate your Martial Souls," the host announced.

Dian Kou waved his right hand, and a rather heavy-looking hammer appeared in his palm. At the same time, a white spirit ring lit up on the hammer.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei ignited the lowest level of his Golden Eyes, and a yellow soul ring appeared above his head. Then he drew his iron cone from his waist and assumed a mid-section sword-wielding stance.

Both the golden eyes and the hundred-year soul ring surprised the surrounding audience. Although the battle had not yet started, it had already satisfied the curiosity of some of the audience.

Dian Kou was also startled. After Lu Mingfei activated his martial soul, he only glanced at the other party's eyes and had the urge to turn around and leave. Moreover, after the other party drew his weapon, his whole demeanor changed. He no longer intended to treat the other party as a child.

Lu Mingfei had no idea what his opponent was thinking; he simply calmed himself and prepared to meet the attack.

The two stood facing each other, weapons in hand. Dian Kou decided to launch the first attack. The pressure from those eyes was too great. Just standing there, he was already sweating profusely. If he waited any longer, he was afraid that his legs would give way and he would fall to the ground.

"Ha!" Dian Kou shouted loudly to bolster his courage and try to shake off the feeling of palpitations.

His tall figure exuded an aura of oppression, and he raised the iron hammer high, unleashing a swift and powerful attack.

Lu Mingfei hurriedly retreated, while simultaneously assessing the opponent's speed and attack range.

Dian Kou increased the frequency of his hammer swings, but Lu Mingfei always managed to escape his attack range a step ahead. This is the weakness of strength-type Soul Masters; they are often powerless against agile opponents.

Upon seeing this, Dian Kou immediately unleashed his first soul skill. The iron hammer emitted a white light, and the next moment, it suddenly grew larger. The swing, imbued with soul power pressure and formidable strength, caused the air to whistle.

With the activation of his soul skill, the attack range of his iron hammer was effectively expanded.

But Lu Mingfei was not caught off guard. He saw that the flow of soul power on the iron hammer had increased, and the distance between them had already widened.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, Dian Kou stopped, abandoned his soul skill, and instead focused his soul power on his feet to continue the pursuit.

Now he can only use a clumsy method that depletes his soul power.

He was a level 19 Soul Master, possessing one of the strongest Soul Power among Soul Masters of the same level. Lu Mingfei, being just a child, certainly couldn't last long, but Lu Mingfei clearly didn't intend to give him that chance.

"Bang!" Sparks flew as the hammer and cone collided.

Dian Kou's eyes widened, because he could feel a tremendous force coming from the tip of the hammer.

Instead of dodging, Lu Mingfei directly engaged in close combat, covering the surface of the iron cone with his soul power, giving this fire poker the strength to contend with an iron hammer.

Although he was a little flustered at first, he remembered that he was there for real combat, not to play hide-and-seek.

After testing Tang Zhu with a single blow and confirming that he could withstand the opponent's heavy hammer with his current strength, Lu Mingfei immediately changed his move and quickly unleashed a Kasaya Slash. Dian Kou had no time to think and instinctively used his hammer as a shield to block it.

The situation on the field changed instantly. Lu Mingfei suddenly launched a rapid and continuous offensive, while Dian Kou suddenly became a desperate defender.

The audience gasped in astonishment. A burly man, as strong as an ox, was being overpowered by a child wielding a fire poker!

After several more rapid, wildfire-like attacks, Lu Mingfei swung his sword with one hand and delivered a horizontal slash, carrying immense power and creating a sense of oppression that made nearby spectators instinctively lean back to avoid it.

Dian Kou's massive body was instantly knocked back several steps, but he was not panicked by the enormous force. Instead, he immediately regained his composure and, taking advantage of the increased distance between them, his spirit rings flashed again, preparing to unleash the final blow.

Lu Mingfei took a breath, stood still, twirled his sword, sheathed it at his waist, bent his knees, and lowered his waist.

The art of drawing the sword is not as simple as it seems; it is actually a process of "accumulating power." With each breath, it is like turning on the bellows in a furnace, igniting the power of the whole body and unleashing it in a single strike.

The next moment, Lu Mingfei shot out like an arrow, taking a step and sprinting, an astonishing sharpness erupting instantly.

Dian Kou raised his iron hammer high, gathering his soul power to unleash a soul skill, but the next moment a gust of evil wind swept towards him, and he felt a suffocating sense of danger, and even his soul power froze instantly.

When the next breathing cycle restarted, Dian Kou's iron hammer crashed to the ground, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"It's finally over."