Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo.

"My God." Lu Mingfei had never been to a concert or watched a performance, but he felt that even if some Hong Kong or Taiwan superstars were to hold a concert, it wouldn't be as lively as the one in front of him.

The two quickly found suitable empty seats and sat down. Li Lan even bought some snacks at the entrance to share with them.

"It's just a soul battle, why are they so excited?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand. This was the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, after all. Soul Kings shouldn't be that rare. It was just a soul battle. Why were these spectators acting like they were seeing some big star?

"Of course it's because most of them gamble!" Li Lan explained, "You can place bets on every battle here, with a minimum of one gold soul coin."

"No wonder." Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that gambling would always be addictive, no matter which world you were in.

The thrill of gambling, coupled with the intense and spectacular battles between Soul Masters on the field, made it difficult for most people to remain calm. Even he, who had just arrived that day, was slightly stirred by the emotions.

Soon, the battle on the field ended. After cleaning up the traces, a new group of fighting spirits was quickly arranged, this time consisting of two Soul Masters.

"There are so many Soul Masters in the Great Soul Arena?" Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise. At this rate of battles, there could be nearly a thousand battles in the entire Soul Arena in one night. Even if some Soul Masters participated repeatedly, there were at least more than three hundred Soul Masters waiting in the arena.

"The Grand Soul Arena is just a platform. These Soul Masters are all free to register. As long as they are above level ten, any Soul Master can register at the Grand Soul Arena to participate in Soul Battles. Based on level and points, even in the lowest-level battle, the winner will receive a bonus of ten gold Soul Coins, and the loser will not be punished. Therefore, many wandering Soul Masters come to the Soul Arena to earn money. If they are outstanding, they may even be selected as a star representative by the Grand Soul Arena and be sought after by people all over the continent!" Li Lan introduced the situation, including the rules and basic information of games, gambling battles, life-or-death battles, team Soul Battles, etc.

"So that's how it is." Lu Mingfei nodded to himself.

An open, official PvP platform immediately appealed to him, not only because of the prize money for winning, but more importantly because it offered the practical experience he needed.

Unless he seeks out a teacher at the academy, no one is willing to spar with him. His combat experience is practically zero, and he would be completely caught off guard if he were ever in real danger.

“Mingfei, didn’t you complain about not having any peers to practice with at school? This is the best place.” Li Lan understood Lu Mingfei’s situation, which is why she thought of bringing him here.

"How do I register?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Follow me." Li Lan led Lu Mingfei into an entrance next to the audience seats, down to the lowest level of the Great Soul Arena, where a spacious hall came into view.

"This is the registration hall. The registration fee is only ten gold soul coins. You just need to fill out a form and have your soul power tested to complete the registration and receive the most basic Iron Fighting Soul Medal." Li Lan led Lu Mingfei to the registration desk and they lined up.

"Ten gold soul coins? I don't have enough." Lu Mingfei gave a slightly embarrassed smile. Who knew the transaction fees here would be so expensive?

"I'll cover for you. Don't I know your abilities?" Li Lan patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder. "When you go on stage later, I'll bet half my fortune on you to win. Tonight, I'm going to make my fortune thanks to you!"

Li Lan's eyes lit up when she said this, and Lu Mingfei had good reason to suspect that the other party had brought him here today for this purpose.

"Brother, take it easy. I'm only level 14. What if I lose?" Lu Mingfei advised.

He has little combat experience. If he were to encounter someone like Tang San who possesses a family martial arts manual, and without revealing his full strength or using his Word of Power, he might not be able to defeat him.

"It's okay, if I lose, it's on me; if I win, I'll split it with you." Li Lan patted her chest, appearing very generous.

Lu Mingfei shook his head helplessly, and could only pray that all the gods would bless him so that he wouldn't lose half of Li Lan's fortune in his first battle, otherwise he would really feel a little guilty.

The registration process went smoothly, except that Lu Mingfei's age surprised the staff.

In addition, Lu Mingfei asked if he could use weapons on the field, and the answer was yes, which put his mind at ease a little. After practicing his swordsmanship for so many days, he finally had a chance to use it.

After registering for the Soul Battle, the staff took Lu Mingfei to the waiting room of the 17th Soul Battle Arena, while Li Lan also went to the audience seats in advance to wait.

"I'll go." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but frown as he entered the waiting room. There were all kinds of people there, from teenagers to burly middle-aged men.

When they saw Lu Mingfei, such a young child, come in, they initially thought he was a staff member bringing his own child along for the fun.

It wasn't until someone noticed the iron badge on his chest that they realized this was indeed their opponent, and someone on the spot burst out laughing.

They guessed that Lu Feifan was most likely a genius from some family or academy, but this was the Soul Arena, and no one would give way to a child because of their age.

Lu Mingfei could only turn his head away, trying to ignore the onlookers' stares, and look out the window at the arena. He had just been assigned to the first group, and it would be his turn to compete after this match ended.

Chapter 31 Battle Spirit

On the Soul Battle Stage, a young female host dressed in a gorgeous floral dress cleared her throat in the center of the stage 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 win, 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, which wasn't very interesting. Generally speaking, these low-level matches were 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 regarded 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, trying 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 alarmed by the immense force. Instead, he quickly regained his composure and, taking advantage of the increased distance between them, his spirit rings flashed again, preparing to unleash his final attack.

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."

Chapter 32 Getting Rich

"ended."

Lu Mingfei silently recited a phrase to himself, put the iron awl back into his cloth bag and tucked it into his waistband, then stepped off the stage.

At this moment, everyone in the audience couldn't help but gasp. It wasn't until the host stepped forward to check on Dian Kou's condition and confirmed that he had only collapsed from exhaustion after his clothes had been ripped open, that a huge cheer instantly resounded throughout the entire venue.

A group of ordinary Soul Masters engaged in a battle, but the shock they brought was in no way inferior to the battles of high-level Soul Masters.

Only a very small number of Soul Master viewers clearly saw Lu Mingfei's movement, which resembled a black line. The rest were mostly bewildered and astonished, and it took them a while to realize what had happened in that split second.

"Congratulations to Battle Soul Master Lu Mingfei on his victory. His record is one win and zero losses. Dian Kou's record is thirty-six wins and twenty-eight losses. Mr. Lu Mingfei, please step down from the stage to register your points."

The host's voice rang out behind him. Lu Mingfei returned to the waiting room, glanced at the crowd who had just laughed at him, confirmed the information with the staff, and left with the reward of ten gold soul coins.

He left behind a group of people who were stunned, and disappeared into the bustling passageway.

"I can't believe I've ever looked this handsome!" Lu Mingfei hadn't gone far when the cold expression on his face instantly crumbled, and he couldn't help but hum with satisfaction.

To dazzle everyone in public has always been his dream in life. The only drawback is that Chen Wenwen isn't here, otherwise Lu Mingfei feels that his life would be perfect.

However, tonight's battle was actually quite boring. I don't even know what level the opponent is. He's as slow as a tortoise, and even his strength is only average. He didn't put any pressure on him at all.

It really disappointed him. Once he relaxed, his opponent became the target for him to show off his skills.

I think I'm actually quite strong.

Lu Mingfei has gradually come to realize this fact: even without using his full strength, relying only on his Golden Eyes and Soul Power, he is probably a powerful player at the Soul Master level.

However, he didn't have time to be happy for long before he realized that he had gone too far.

"Wait, where am I?" Lu Mingfei stared wide-eyed at the endless stream of people around him, his expression somewhat blank.

Li Lan told him to wait for him at Exit 3 so they could get the gambling money and split it, but it seems that he has... gotten lost?

"Depend on!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt the deep malice from the world. It was rare for him to be so high-spirited, couldn't he at least be allowed to retreat with some dignity?

With no other option, he had to ask someone for directions. The Tian Dou Arena was more than ten times larger than the commercial plaza in their city center. If he wandered around aimlessly, he would become a headless fly in no time.

"Young man, are you lost?"

Lu Mingfei was about to take a look at the person when he suddenly heard a noise behind him.

A middle-aged man in a neat white robe with a gentle smile was holding the hand of a little girl in a floral dress who looked like she had a big temper. Behind them was a tall, thin old man who looked like a bamboo pole. They looked like a family of three.

"Uncle, how do I get to Exit 3?" Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed. It was really embarrassing to be caught out as lost at a glance.

“Go straight down the first staircase on the right,” the man said softly.

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei bowed slightly to express his gratitude and then left.

Ning Fengzhi looked in the direction Lu Mingfei had left: "A level fourteen easily defeated a level nineteen. Uncle Jian, what do you think?"

Sword Douluo pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "A prodigy, he'll probably surpass me in about thirty years, but unfortunately he lacks a sword heart."

"Uncle Jian actually thinks so highly of him?" Ning Fengzhi's usually composed face showed a hint of surprise. He didn't expect Sword Douluo to give such an evaluation.

It's worth noting that even Tang Hao back then might not be able to compare to Sword Douluo now; this assessment is practically on par with the Pope who now possesses twin martial souls.

"It's not that I'm optimistic about him, but it's a fact that is destined to happen in the future," Sword Douluo said calmly.

"How could that be? Grandpa Sword is the strongest." Ning Rongrong turned around and hugged Sword Douluo's leg, pouting her little mouth in dissatisfaction.

"Alright, Rongrong, it's late enough tonight, we should go home." Ning Fengzhi smiled; this was just a little kid being jealous.

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"I want to die, I want to die, I want to die..."

Lu Mingfei hurried down the stairs, who knew who the family of three he had just encountered was.

The tall, thin old man exuded an aura of unfathomable mastery, and Lu Mingfei just wanted to get as far away as possible to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

When he got down to Exit 3, Li Lan was already waiting there.

Upon seeing Lu Mingfei, Li Lan immediately rushed over, sliding to her knees and exclaiming dramatically, "Brother, from now on you're my big brother!"

"Hey, hey, hey, is this really necessary?" Lu Mingfei took a step back tactically.