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

Rather, it's a change in the atmosphere.

Zhao Yuanshan stepped forward and looked closely.

Finally, he saw the very faint black line deep inside the sword.

"This is……"

Zhao Yuanshan's expression changed slightly.

"Your martial spirit has changed?"

Lu Changsheng looked down at the iron sword and said softly:

"There seemed to be a slight change when I broke through to the Soul Power level last night."

This explanation isn't perfect, but it's passable.

In the Douluo Continent, it's not entirely unprecedented for martial souls to undergo slight mutations during cultivation. This is especially true for weapon-type martial souls, which sometimes experience subtle changes as their soul power increases.

Zhao Yuanshan stared at the black mark for a long time, then suddenly spoke:

“Use your sword to stab me.”

Lu Changsheng raised his head, looking puzzled.

Zhao Yuanshan said:

"Use all your strength."

Lu Changsheng didn't ask any further questions.

He took a half step back and gripped the black-patterned iron sword tightly.

The next instant, a sword was thrust out.

laugh!

The sword's edge pierced the air.

The speed is faster than yesterday.

Zhao Yuanshan activated his soul power and raised his wooden stick to block.

clang!

The iron sword pierced the wooden stick, leaving a clear mark.

Zhao Yuanshan's eyes lit up, and he said with some surprise:

"The force wasn't very strong."

"After all, you are too young, and your soul power is only level three."

"But the penetrating power of the sword is significantly stronger than yesterday."

This shows that the quality of martial souls has indeed improved.

Zhao Yuanshan suddenly laughed.

"it is good."

"very good."

Lu Changsheng sheathed his sword.

Zhao Yuanshan looked at him, his tone unusually serious.

"Lu Changsheng, starting today, your training will be doubled."

"Double the basic physical skills."

"Double the number of rapiers."

"Meditation time also needs to be rearranged."

Lu Changsheng nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Yes."

Zhao Yuanshan stared at him and said in a deep voice:

"Your iron sword may not be as simple as I thought."

"A level two innate soul power is indeed a weakness."

"But what if the martial spirit can continue to change..."

He didn't continue speaking, but a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

Lu Changsheng looked down at the black-patterned iron sword in his hand, his heart completely calm.

He knew, of course, that things could continue to change.

This is just the beginning.

He has proven that the essence of swordsmanship in the Sims can feed back into the martial spirit in reality.

The Black Edge Sword is acceptable.

The same should be true for all kinds of swords in the future.

One day, this iron sword will become unrecognizable to everyone.

This also includes Ning Rongrong and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Lu Changsheng gripped the sword hilt tightly, a dark glint flashing deep in his eyes.

He is still very weak.

But the wheels of fate have already begun to turn.

...............

From that day on, Lu Changsheng's training intensity doubled.

He appeared at the training ground before dawn.

While others were still asleep, he had already begun practicing standing meditation.

While others were just warming up, he had already swung his sword three hundred times.

After everyone else finished training, he would stay behind for extra practice by Zhao Yuanshan.

Rapier.

Slashing with a sword.

Parry.

footwork.

work hard.

Soul power circulates.

Zhao Yuanshan broke down each item and corrected it again and again.

If it were an ordinary child, they would have been crying and screaming that they couldn't take it anymore.

But Lu Changsheng did not.

He just practiced quietly.

If you make a mistake, correct it.

If you're tired, just bear with it.

If your hand is cut, just bandage it.

When my body can't take it anymore, I sit cross-legged and meditate for a while, then continue.

Zhao Yuanshan saw it all, but said nothing, though he was increasingly alarmed.

This child doesn't seem to be practicing cultivation.

It was more like a death trap, as if there was an invisible giant hand behind him, ready to drag him into the abyss if he stopped even slightly.

Zhao Yuanshan couldn't understand why a six-year-old child would have such a sense of urgency.

But he knew that this kind of mentality was terrifying.

If Lu Changsheng were merely strong-willed, that would be one thing.

What Zhao Yuanshan was even more concerned about was that his Iron Sword Martial Soul was indeed changing.

The black line was still very faint.

But every time Lu Changsheng drew his sword, the penetrating power of the blade was stronger than before.

The once dull, gray iron sword now had a hint of coldness and sharpness about it.

This is not the aura that an ordinary iron sword should have.

The edge of the training ground.

Ning Rongrong stood under a tree, watching Lu Changsheng practice his sword from afar.

She comes often these days.