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

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Zhao Yuanshan's originally calm gaze suddenly sharpened slightly.

When laymen examine a sword, they look at the brilliance of its martial spirit and the strength of its soul power.

An expert judges a sword by the hand that wields it.

Lu Changsheng's hands were too steady.

There was no excitement, no tension.

There was also none of the awkwardness often seen when one first awakens their martial soul.

The way he held the sword looked like he had repeated it thousands of times.

The next moment, Lu Changsheng suddenly drew his sword.

There were no fancy moves.

He simply stepped forward and thrust his sword straight forward.

The sword tip cuts through the wind.

laugh!

The iron sword pierced the wooden stake.

The sound wasn't loud, but the entire training ground fell silent instantly.

The gray-black iron sword had precisely pierced a tiny, old mark on the wooden stake—a shallow mark left by a disciple during a test.

The mark was not large to begin with, and it was located slightly below the center of the wooden stake.

Most children wouldn't even notice being pricked, let alone be pricked.

But Lu Changsheng stabbed it in with terrifying accuracy!

"That sword strike was both fast and accurate?"

Upon seeing this scene, Zhao Yuanshan's expression suddenly changed.

Lu Changsheng's hands did not stop moving.

He drew his sword and slashed horizontally.

The sword's edge skimmed across the surface of the wooden stake.

Click.

A small piece of sawdust was neatly shaved off, leaving a smooth cut.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his wrist, and the iron sword pressed down, the tip of the sword hitting the wooden stake again.

This time, it still landed on the same spot.

Three swords.

Thrust, slash, point.

There were no soul skills involved, and not even much soul power was used.

But these three sword strikes were clean, stable, and accurate.

It doesn't look like a child displaying their martial spirit.

It's more like someone who has practiced swordsmanship for many years performing the most basic sword techniques.

The training ground fell silent instantly.

All the low laughter from before disappeared.

Lin Feng's expression also froze. Although his shot was quite powerful, it relied more on his sixth-level innate soul power and the power of the Iron Spear Martial Soul itself.

However, Lu Changsheng's three sword strikes relied not on soul power, but on technique.

Zhao Yuanshan stared at the sword marks on the wooden stake, then looked at Lu Changsheng, and asked with some doubt:

"You've practiced swordsmanship before?"

Lu Changsheng sheathed his sword and stood calmly, saying:

"I've practiced a bit."

Zhao Yuanshan frowned, puzzled:

Who taught you that?

Lu Changsheng was silent for a moment, then said:

"I learned a little bit by watching the sect's guard training."

That's half true and half false.

He had indeed watched the sect's guards train.

However, these twelve years of swordsmanship experience came from the Bloodstained Sword in The Sims.

Zhao Yuanshan, of course, did not believe it.

Can you really learn this much just by watching it yourself?

If practicing swordsmanship were truly that easy, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would have been teeming with sword geniuses long ago.

However, Lu Changsheng's parents died early, and he had not formally become an apprentice.

Zhao Yuanshan couldn't think of any other explanation for a moment. After pondering for a while, he said:

"Your soul power is too low, that's your weakness."

"But his swordsmanship is quite good."

"Lu Changsheng, temporarily ranked in the Class B training team."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

Class B training team?

How could a level-two innate soul power Iron Sword Martial Soul be classified as Grade B?

Although it's not the top-tier level like Lin Feng's, it's already considered an exceptional achievement for someone with Lu Changsheng's talent.

Lin Feng's expression darkened slightly.

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

She looked at Lu Changsheng on the stage, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Was that really Lu Changsheng? The one who always followed her around, who was dragged to the back mountain to catch rabbits by her, and who never got angry when she took his pastries?

Why did his sword-wielding posture become so unfamiliar after just one night?

Lu Changsheng stepped down from the stage.

This time, no one mocked his iron sword anymore.

The way the disciples from other families looked at him changed noticeably.

There was surprise, doubt, and apprehension.

Lu Changsheng remained calm; for him, the Class B training team was just the beginning.

His innate soul power is too low. If he wants to truly change his fate, one simulation reward is far from enough. He needs more villainous lives.

And more experience, more strength.

The test continues.

But after that, few of the children could attract Zhao Yuanshan's attention.

After everyone had finished testing, Zhao Yuanshan reassigned the training queue.

The lowest number of people were in Class A, with only five.