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

"can."

Zhao Yuanshan glanced at him and continued:

"Have you figured it out?"

Even if Lin Feng suppresses his soul power, his physical fitness is still stronger than yours.

Lu Changsheng nodded and said:

"I've figured it out."

Zhao Yuanshan remained silent for a moment, then finally took a step back and said calmly to the two of them:

"Stop when you've made your point."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy appeared in Lin Feng's eyes; this was the moment he had been waiting for.

As long as Lu Changsheng is defeated in public, the gossip in the outer courtyard will naturally disappear.

A level 2 innate Iron Sword Martial Soul.

He should stay in the second-tier training team and not steal his thunder.

A moment later, the two walked to the center of the training ground.

Lin Feng raised his right hand, and a black iron spear appeared in his palm.

The gun has a long, slender barrel with a faint, cold glint.

Compared to Lu Changsheng's black-patterned iron sword, Lin Feng's iron spear was clearly more imposing.

He looked at Lu Changsheng and said:

"I will suppress my soul power."

Lu Changsheng said calmly:

"No need, just go all out."

Lin Feng was stunned, and the disciples around him were also stunned.

Zhao Yuanshan frowned slightly.

Ning Rongrong even shouted subconsciously:

"Lu Changsheng, if he goes all out, you can't beat him!"

Lu Changsheng, however, did not look at her.

He simply looked at Lin Feng and continued:

"Use your full strength."

Lin Feng's face immediately darkened, and he said in a deep voice:

"You look down on me?"

Lu Changsheng shook his head and smiled:

"No."

"I just want to know how big the gap is between myself and the top training team."

He said this calmly.

There was no provocation.

But to Lin Feng's ears, it was even more grating than a provocation.

Because Lu Changsheng's tone was too steady.

He was so composed that it seemed he was really just using Lin Feng as a testing ground.

Lin Feng sneered and said:

"it is good."

"You said it yourself."

Zhao Yuanshan was about to speak up to stop him.

But after seeing Lu Changsheng's gaze, he stopped.

Those eyes were calm, neither defiant nor impulsive.

Lu Changsheng really wanted to fight, and he was very confident.

Zhao Yuanshan said in a deep voice:

"In that case, Lin Feng, you mustn't use excessive force."

Lin Feng nodded.

"I know."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot, and the iron spear thrust straight out.

Lin Feng moved very quickly, faster than most of the children from the other departments.

The Iron Spear Martial Soul, combined with near-level seven Soul Power, caused this thrust to create a sharp gust of wind.

Many disciples subconsciously held their breath.

But Lu Changsheng did not retreat; he merely turned slightly to the side.

The iron spear almost grazed his sleeve.

at the same time.

Lu Changsheng flicked his black-patterned iron sword upwards, the spine of the sword brushing against the spear shaft, and gently deflected it.

Lin Feng felt his iron spear veer off course, and his originally straight attack lost its accuracy. His expression changed slightly, and he immediately swept the spear horizontally.

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng took half a step back and raised his iron sword.

clang!

The spear shaft swept across the sword.

Suddenly, a force came through him, and Lu Changsheng's arm went slightly numb.

The difference in soul power is obvious.

He is at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.

He seemed to have known this all along.

Therefore, he will not engage in a direct confrontation with Raymond Lam.

Lin Feng continued his offensive, his iron spear thrusting out repeatedly like a black shadow.

He acted swiftly and fiercely, clearly aiming to suppress Lu Changsheng in the shortest possible time.

Lu Changsheng kept moving.

Take a half step back, a step to the side, block a sword, deflect a sword.

His movements were always subtle, yet he always managed to avoid the strongest point of the iron spear.

The onlookers were dazzled.

Zhao Yuanshan's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he praised in a low voice:

"Good lad."

"Lin Feng's soul power, strength, and martial soul are all superior to Lu Changsheng's."

"But Lu Changsheng's judgment of distance is too accurate."

"It's like they know in advance where Lin Feng's gun will land."

"He doesn't rush into attacks or act rashly."

"Use only the smallest movements to exhaust Lin Feng's strength and mental state."

"This doesn't look like children fighting at all."

"This is a seasoned fighting style in actual combat, just like a swordsman who has been practicing for more than ten years."

Meanwhile, Lin Feng became increasingly anxious as the fight progressed.

He clearly had higher soul power and greater strength, yet every attack seemed to hit nothing. Lu Changsheng's iron sword always appeared at the crucial moment, deflecting, parrying, or suppressing his iron spear.

"Is all you can do to hide?" Lin Feng suddenly snapped.

Lu Changsheng did not answer.

He was waiting, waiting for Lin Feng to get anxious, waiting for Lin Feng to become flustered, waiting for Lin Feng to reveal a flaw.

Finally, after his repeated attacks failed, Lin Feng's mindset completely collapsed for a moment.

He gripped the gun with both hands and thrust it forward with a sudden, powerful thrust.

This stab was very powerful, but it was too forceful.

Once the spear strikes, the return to the starting position will be slow.

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng's eyes narrowed, and he sneered: