Douluo: Villain Simulator, Starting with an Iron Sword Martial Soul

That sword strike was no ordinary swordsmanship. Its soul power was compressed to an extremely high degree, as if condensing all its strength into a single point, specifically targeting the weakest point in the enemy's defense.

This kind of swordsmanship is not something that ordinary deacons in a sect can teach.

More like a seasoned assassin, an assassin born to kill.

After a moment of silence, Chen Xin asked calmly:

Who taught you that?

Lu Changsheng had thought about this problem long ago, and he said:

"Nobody taught me."

Chen Xin stared at him blankly.

Lu Changsheng continued to explain:

“When I was practicing swordsmanship before, the black mark in my martial spirit showed some unusual activity.”

"It's like it's driven by an instinct."

"I followed that feeling and took a step, then stabbed him with my sword."

"And so he practiced until he was able to do it just like yesterday."

This statement is not entirely false.

Black Edge Thrust and Shadow Step do indeed originate from the original insights of the Black Edge Sword, and for Lu Changsheng in reality, they can indeed be explained as instincts brought about by the mutation of his Martial Soul.

Chen Xin did not immediately determine whether it was true or false; he simply said:

"Again."

Lu Changsheng used it again.

This time, his face paled slightly as soon as he thrust out the weapon.

The burden of pseudo-soul skills is still very heavy.

Even if he deliberately reduces the power, it will still consume a lot of soul power.

Chen Xin realized it.

"stop."

Lu Changsheng sheathed his sword.

Chen Xin walked up to him and said in a deep voice:

"Your soul power cannot withstand using these two moves consecutively."

Lu Changsheng nodded: "Yes."

"Then why did you dare to use it yesterday?"

"Because if this drags on, I might not be able to win."

Chen Xin's eyes flickered slightly: "You know your weakness."

"know."

What are the weaknesses?

Lu Changsheng said:

"Your soul power is too low."

"Too weak."

"The pseudo-soul skill consumes too much energy."

"If the first strike fails, the follow-up attack will be weak."

Upon hearing the words "pseudo-soul skill," Chen Xin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You chose this name yourself?"

Lu Changsheng nodded.

"It's not a soul ring or soul skill, but a prototype sword technique that imitates the effects of soul skills."

"That's why it's called a pseudo-soul skill."

Chen Xin looked at him for a long time, then suddenly said:

"You see things very clearly."

As he spoke, he turned and walked to the window.

"Some geniuses can awaken a top-tier martial soul at the age of six."

"Some geniuses are born with full soul power at the age of six."

"There are also some people who, despite not having a strong martial spirit or high soul power, can see things that others cannot see in battle. You belong to this third type."

Lu Changsheng did not respond.

Chen Xin continued:

"These two moves are not considered evil techniques."

Lu Changsheng felt a slight sense of relief.

"But it's not exactly orthodox swordsmanship either."

Chen Xin turned to look at him.

"These two moves were too hasty and too ruthless."

"Perfect for killing."

"Especially that sword strike."

"If you keep relying on it, your sword will become more and more off-target."

Lu Changsheng nodded slightly.

"The disciple understands."

Chen Xin said calmly:

"You don't understand."

"Xu Lie ambushed you yesterday, and you retaliated by trying to kill him."

"It's not because you know pseudo-soul skills, but because you've become accustomed to treating anything that attacks from behind as an enemy that must be killed."

Lu Changsheng's body stiffened slightly.

Chen Xin's words seemed to pierce his heart directly.

"Lu Changsheng".

Tell me, what exactly did you dream about?

Suddenly, the Sword Pavilion fell silent.

Chapter 57 Martial Soul Strange Dream?

This wasn't the first time Chen Xin had asked him this question.

Last time, Lu Changsheng said he dreamed that he walked into a very dark place and almost couldn't get out.

This time, Chenxin asked even deeper questions.

Lu Changsheng remained silent for a long time; he could neither speak of the system nor the simulation.

But he also knew that lying to Chen Xin was pointless.

So he whispered:

"I dreamed that I became many people."

Chen Xin did not interrupt.

Lu Changsheng continued:

"I once died at the hands of a Title Douluo."

"I was once killed by an assassin."

"On one occasion, he died in a gray light."

“Those dreams were so real. So real that when I woke up, I could still remember how they drew their swords, how they killed people, and how they died.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin's gaze narrowed slightly.

Titled Douluo? Assassin? Gray light?

It seems too strange for a six-year-old child to say these words.

However, Lu Changsheng remained very calm while speaking.

It doesn't feel like making up a story; it feels more like suppressing some kind of heavy experience.

Chen Xin continued to ask: