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

Martial Soul: Azure Steel Sword.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, support-type disciples have dedicated teachers, while non-family battle spirit master disciples are mostly trained by stewards like Zhao Yuanshan.

Zhao Yuanshan stood on the stage and said in a deep voice:

"From this day forward, you will officially begin your cultivation in the outer courtyard."

"I don't care what kind of martial soul you awakened yesterday, nor do I care what level of innate soul power you have. Once you're in the outer courtyard, there's only one rule."

"The strong get more resources, and the weak get the minimum share. The sect will not mistreat those who work hard, but it will not waste resources on useless people either."

Upon hearing this, many children's expressions changed.

Zhao Yuanshan continued:

"Today's first lesson will not cover meditation, nor will it cover martial spirits or spirit rings."

"Instead, the basics are tested first. All martial soul disciples of the battle soul master type take turns to go on stage to demonstrate their martial soul and basic attacks."

"I will reassign the training queues based on your performance."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low murmur arose in the training ground.

Basic tests.

This is actually very unfair to children who have just awakened their martial spirit. Many of them only came into contact with their martial spirit for the first time yesterday and don't even know how to hold it properly.

However, those trained in the outer academy are the future guards of the sect.

What Zhao Yuanshan wanted to see was not how strong they were now, but their physical coordination, courage, comprehension, and potential for control over their martial spirit.

Soon, the first child went on stage.

He was a disciple from another family, whose martial soul was a short sword, and whose innate soul power was at level four.

He gripped the short knife and chopped down hard on the wooden stake.

boom!

The short knife struck the wooden stake, leaving only a shallow mark.

Zhao Yuanshan glanced at it and said calmly:

"Too much scattered strength, unsteady wrist, next."

The child blushed and stepped off the stage with his head down.

The second child awakened a long staff martial spirit, with innate soul power at level three. He swung it a few times after going on stage, which made quite a show of force, but unfortunately his steps were too messy, and he almost tripped over himself.

Zhao Yuanshan frowned.

"Your lower body is unstable. Go back and practice standing meditation."

One by one, the children went up on stage.

Their performance was mostly average.

After all, they had only awakened their martial spirits a day ago.

Being able to summon one's martial spirit and swing it a few times normally is already considered quite good.

It wasn't until a young man named Lin Feng stepped onto the stage that a gasp of amazement rippled through the audience.

Lin Feng is also a disciple from another clan; his father is the squad leader of the sect's guard team.

He awakened the Iron Spear Martial Soul, with innate soul power at level six.

This is considered quite a good talent among disciples from other families.

He walked onto the platform, summoned a black iron spear, and with a flick of his wrists, the spearhead thrust out. Bang! A clear small hole appeared in the wooden stake.

A hint of satisfaction finally appeared in Zhao Yuanshan's eyes.

"good."

"Steady hands, courageous, and decent control over his martial spirit."

"Lin Feng, temporarily ranked in the first-class training team."

A smile immediately appeared on Lin Feng's face.

Many children in the audience looked on with envy.

Being in a top-tier training team means receiving more resources and better guidance in the future.

As Lin Feng stepped down from the stage, his gaze swept over the group of disciples from other families, finally settling on Lu Changsheng with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

the reason is simple.

In the past, Lu Changsheng was very popular among the non-family disciples because of his good looks and his close relationship with Ning Rongrong.

But now that my martial spirit has awakened, everything is different.

He, Lin Feng, possesses innate soul power at level six and an Iron Spear Martial Soul.

Lu Changsheng possesses innate soul power at level two and an Iron Sword Martial Soul.

From now on, the most valued disciple among those from other families will be Lin Feng.

Lu Changsheng noticed Lin Feng's gaze but did not respond.

After a while, Zhao Yuanshan called out his name.

"Lu Changsheng".

The training ground quieted down again, and many people turned to look.

Ning Rongrong also subconsciously looked towards the stage.

Lu Changsheng stepped out of the queue and onto the martial arts stage. He was thinner than many of his peers, and his face still had the delicate features of a young man.

If you ignore his martial spirit and only look at his appearance, he looks like a young master raised by some noble family.

Zhao Yuanshan glanced at him.

He naturally knew the outcome of yesterday's Awakening Hall.

He was a descendant of a loyal martyr and had known Miss Rongrong since childhood.

Martial Soul Iron Sword.

Innate Soul Power Level 2.

Chapter 8 Hello, Miss Rongrong!

"Pity."

Zhao Yuanshan sighed inwardly, but did not show it.

"Summon Martial Soul".

Lu Changsheng nodded.

He raised his right hand, and a gray-black iron sword appeared in his palm.

The sword was ordinary, without any luster.

Compared to Lin Feng's iron spear just now, its momentum was far inferior.

Upon seeing this, several suppressed laughs immediately rang out from below the stage.

"It really is an iron sword."

"It looks so ordinary."

"This sword doesn't seem to be much better than the wooden swords used for guard training, does it?"

Ning Rongrong frowned even more deeply upon hearing these sounds.

Looking at Lu Changsheng on the stage, she suddenly felt a strange unease.

Zhao Yuanshan pointed to the wooden stake in front of him.

"attack."

Lu Changsheng looked at the wooden stake.

In that instant, his eyes changed.

Before yesterday, he had never actually practiced swordsmanship.

But after last night, his mind was filled with twelve years of basic swordsmanship experience.

Twelve years.

From an illegitimate son of the Luo family to a noble student at Notting College.

From practicing swordsmanship, testing each other, and strategizing, to finally dying at the hands of Tang Hao.

That period of my life was a complete failure.

But those memories of practicing swordsmanship day and night are real and true.

Lu Changsheng gripped the iron sword.

His hands were very steady, so steady that it didn't seem like those of a child who had just awakened his martial spirit.