Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

"I just wanted to see the difference between us, nothing will happen." Tang San patted Xiao Wu's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

Xiao Wu saw the determined look in Tang San's eyes and knew that a sparring match tonight was inevitable.

She knew perfectly well how proud Tang San was, and how demanding he was of himself in order to fight against the Spirit Hall in the future.

He possesses the innate talent of having twin martial souls with full innate soul power, as well as various self-created soul skills. He has always been a master and is the most outstanding genius among his peers, according to Tang Hao.

But everything changed after Lu Mingfei's message arrived.

"Brother, promise me, it's just a friendly spar, neither of you will get hurt." Xiao Wu said helplessly. The gap between the two sides was too big. She was worried that if Tang San couldn't win and used hidden weapons, the two would really fight, and it would be difficult to deal with whoever got hurt.

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu, I know what I'm doing!" Tang San nodded confidently and patted Xiao Wu's hair.

The crescent moon hung in the sky, its hazy light bathing the two of them, as if they were about to burst into pink blush.

It's a waste of your talents to make you two Soul Masters. Why don't you go and act in "Titanic"?

Lu Mingfei's eyebrows twitched violently. He thought to himself that this was a bit too ridiculous. Although he knew they were following a script about lovers, it was still too much to bear.

You're only twelve years old. Aren't you two being so lovey-dovey setting a bad example for the kids next to you?

And Tang San, you were just setting a flag, weren't you? Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't say things like that before a battle? Don't you know any limits, you obsessive-compulsive person?

"Mingfei, please."

Tang San had no idea about Lu Mingfei's complaints. He believed he had already adjusted his mindset. He would not use hidden weapons in tonight's battle and had long been mentally prepared to accept defeat. In his opinion, Xiao Wu's worries were completely unnecessary.

Lu Mingfei blinked... That's easy for you to say. You want me to practice moves with you so you can poke my eyes later, right?

"It's not as simple as a friendly spar." Lu Mingfei could only scratch his head. What else could he do after things had come to this point?

The matter was settled in a few words, but since Tang San wanted to spar with Lu Mingfei, such an important matter naturally needed to be communicated to the academy teachers.

With the dean absent, Dai Mubai had no choice but to call Zhao Wuji over to keep things under control, as they couldn't afford to take responsibility if anything happened to Tang San.

On the Shrek Academy playground, everyone eagerly awaited the match between the two players.

How strong is Tang San? No one is more qualified to speak on this than his classmates of many years. The seemingly useless martial soul Blue Silver Grass is comparable to the top-level White Tiger martial soul in his hands. Coupled with his exquisite self-created soul skills, it is even enough for Tang San to fight against opponents of higher levels.

Lu Mingfei is the renowned number one genius on the continent. He is the same age as Tang San, but he is already a level 45 Soul Master with an outstanding record.

They were naturally eager to witness such a legendary figure in action.

Even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, was amazed. He couldn't even dream of what position to use for a twelve-year-old Soul Master.

"Zhuqing, Xiaowu, come here." Ning Rongrong waved, signaling the two to stand further away and watch the battle.

Xiao Wu also seemed to realize something, nodded, and took Zhu Zhuqing's arm as they walked out.

The two on the field exchanged a glance. Tang San calmly revealed his martial soul, with two yellow spirit rings floating up and down above the Blue Silver Grass on his palm.

Having absorbed the Mandragora Serpent and the Nether Vine, the Blue Silver Grass's entire body became mottled and pitch black, making it impossible to discern its original blue silver grass appearance.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the next moment, golden light, accompanied by the seemingly thickened air, burst forth in front of everyone on the dimly lit playground.

"Oh my God!"

The onlookers, including Dai Mubai, couldn't even gasp in surprise. The instant the golden eyes lit up, the invisible mental pressure caused their thoughts to freeze, and their bodies involuntarily leaned back, trying to dodge.

It wasn't until a moment later that they came to their senses and realized what had happened.

The dual suppression of spirit and martial soul!

They had all researched Lu Mingfei, who was rumored to be a god, but only through personal experience could they realize how inadequate words were and how terrifying and irresistible his power was.

In a battle, that one instant could be enough to decide the outcome.

"How is this possible? Was the monster Davis fought back then actually this kind of monster?" Dai Mubai raised his soul power. They were just observing, not watching directly, but he already felt his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Oscar, standing to the side, was deathly pale; he had almost instinctively wanted to kneel down.

Even Zhao Wuji couldn't help but clench his fist. Ignoring the suppression of soul power level, the pressure that was said to affect even titled Douluo was indeed terrifying.

"Mingfei is getting more and more outrageous." Ning Rongrong patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing beside her nodded in astonishment.

Although they were just watching, they could still feel that they were having difficulty breathing, as if they had just carried a mountain on their backs. How must they feel now, facing Tang San directly in front of those eyes?

"No, this is impossible! The Eye Martial Soul actually has such power!" Tang San's pupils shrank sharply, his heart filled with shock. After cultivating the Purple Demon Eye for so many years, his spiritual power was comparable to that of a low-level Soul Master.

Even though he used the Xuan Tian Technique at full power from the start and managed to get rid of the martial soul's suppression in the shortest amount of time, he could still feel a terrifying sense of oppression coming towards him.

"No." Tang San took a deep breath.

Lu Mingfei was several times more terrifying than he had imagined. There was no time to test him; he had to go all out from the very beginning!

The first and second spirit rings lit up almost simultaneously.

Thick, jet-black vines burst forth from the ground in an instant, as ferocious as a swarm of snakes. The vines were covered with tiny thorns and parasitic spores of the second soul skill, Netherworld Vine.

At lower levels, plant-based control strategies are indeed both offensive and defensive.

However, unlike other conventional weapon spirits and beast spirits, it cannot utilize the enhancement of physical cultivation power. Ultimately, it can only be a spirit power derivative with an empty appearance, and it can only turn into nothing in the face of stronger spirit power.

Lu Mingfei brought his index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger, with golden soul power flowing over it.

The next moment seemed to be the dawn, as a golden horizon pierced the night sky in Tang San's eyes.

But what was dispelled was not only the thick darkness, but also the swarm of wildly dancing snakes that he swept away.

Countless vines were cut off inch by inch, falling to the ground and dissipating as blue starlight of soul power.

Faced with such a superficial attack, Lu Mingfei didn't even need to use the Monarch Flame to specifically counter it, since it was just some fast-growing weeds.

How about some unparalleled grass-cutting gameplay?