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

The setting sun cast long shadows on the stone platform, making Lu Changsheng's shadow appear very long.

Zhao Yuanshan stood to the side, holding a wooden stick, and pointed:

"A rapier is not just about aiming high."

"It also depends on how much force is applied."

"Feet, waist, shoulders, wrists, all connected in one line."

"You are accurate now, but your physical strength is too weak to support your sword momentum."

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng nodded.

"Then let's do it again."

After he finished speaking, he stood still again.

He raised the iron sword in his hand and then took a step forward.

Draw your sword.

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The sword tip pierced a small spot on the wooden stake.

Zhao Yuanshan glanced at it, offered no praise, and simply said:

"Not enough force."

Lu Changsheng sheathed his sword and stabbed again.

"Too hasty."

Stab again.

"My shoulders feel looser."

Stab again.

"You took the wrong step."

After dozens of sword strikes, Zhao Yuanshan hardly uttered a single kind word.

But Lu Changsheng's gaze remained steady; he showed neither impatience nor resentment.

The more Zhao Yuanshan pointed out the mistakes, the more carefully he adjusted them.

This attitude, on the contrary, made Zhao Yuanshan more and more satisfied.

Having poor talent is not terrible.

A person with a bad temperament is truly beyond help.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yuanshan finally spoke:

Let's call it a day.

Lu Changsheng sheathed his sword, his forehead covered in sweat, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhao Yuanshan:

"Thank you, Steward Zhao."

Zhao Yuanshan frowned as he looked at the bloodstains on his palm and said:

"Practicing swordsmanship is not about ruining yourself."

"Go to the pharmacy tomorrow and pick up a bottle of wound medicine. Just say that I sent you."

Lu Changsheng was slightly taken aback, then bowed and said, "Thank you, Steward Zhao."

Zhao Yuanshan waved his hand and explained:

"Don't thank me."

"If you weren't still capable of teaching, I wouldn't bother wasting medicine."

Even so, Lu Changsheng knew that this was already a great favor.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the treatment of disciples from outside the family is not bad, but it is by no means extravagant.

This kind of cultivation uses healing medicine.

Unless you're a disciple of a top-tier training team, it's difficult to receive these items at will on ordinary days.

Zhao Yuanshan was willing to make the offer.

This shows that he has truly recognized Lu Changsheng's efforts.

A moment later, Lu Changsheng sheathed his iron sword and prepared to leave.

Zhao Yuanshan suddenly called out to him again.

Chapter 10: The Second Villain's Life Simulation

"Lu Changsheng".

"exist."

Zhao Yuanshan paused for a moment, then said:

"How is your soul power increasing?"

Lu Changsheng said truthfully:

"Very slow."

Zhao Yuanshan was not surprised.

With innate soul power at level two, cultivation speed is inherently slow.

This is something that cannot be easily made up for by hard work.

He looked at Lu Changsheng, his tone becoming more serious:

"Swordsmanship can give you an advantage when you are at a lower level."

"But a Soul Master is still a Soul Master."

"Soul power level, soul ring quality, and martial soul strength—these are the foundation."

"It's unrealistic for you to expect to rely on your swordsmanship to surpass your peers."

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng nodded and said, "I understand."

"Good that you understand."

Zhao Yuanshan sighed.

"You have a good temperament and a good aptitude for swordsmanship."

"It's a pity your innate soul power is too low. If your innate soul power were level five or above, I would definitely push you into the top-tier training team."

Lu Changsheng remained silent.

He'd heard those words many times this month.

pity.

pity.

Everyone felt it was a pity about him; they wished he had been more talented.

Nobody knew he had a villain's life simulator.

No one knew that he wasn't limited to cultivating in this lifetime.

After Zhao Yuanshan left, Lu Changsheng stood alone on the training ground.

The sun completely sank below the mountains.

He looked down at the bloodstains on his palm and slowly clenched his fist.

His slow growth in soul power is his biggest weakness right now.

For his first simulation, he chose twelve years of swordsmanship experience.

This allowed him to establish himself in the outer courtyard. However, if he wanted to truly catch up with those geniuses, he needed to obtain a reward that would increase his soul power cultivation speed.

Alternatively, allow the martial spirit to evolve.

The Iron Sword Martial Soul is too ordinary.

So ordinary that he could clearly feel the sluggishness in the circulation of his soul power every time he meditated.

If Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is like a beacon that automatically attracts soul power, then his iron sword is like a cold piece of ordinary iron.

It is very difficult for soul power to flow into it.

How much longer?

Lu Changsheng had a sudden thought and said.

The next second, a dark red light screen appeared.

[Current simulation cooldown time remaining: two hours.]

Two hours!!!