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

The surrounding whispers now seemed like slaps in the face.

He said Lu Changsheng was not worthy of top-tier resources.

They said he relied on Miss Rongrong.

It is said that the Iron Sword Martial Soul is the Iron Sword Martial Soul.

As a result, he couldn't even catch Lu Changsheng's sword.

Lu Changsheng slowly sheathed his sword.

The moment the sword tip left Xu Lie's throat, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

But he quickly concealed it, making sure no one noticed.

Only Zhao Yuanshan noticed this, and his eyes darkened again.

This move is powerful, but it comes at a high price.

Lu Changsheng's face was slightly pale, but his voice remained calm.

"You lost."

Xu Lie suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with resentment.

"impossible!"

"Your soul power is only level four."

What exactly did you just use?

Lu Changsheng looked at him.

"sword."

Xu Lie gritted his teeth and said:

"What you just used wasn't ordinary swordsmanship?!"

Lu Changsheng said calmly:

Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't true.

Upon hearing this, Xu Lie's face turned bright red.

The people around them fell silent. The look in their eyes as they looked at Lu Changsheng had changed from jealousy and resentment to shock and fear.

They previously thought Lu Changsheng relied on luck.

It was all thanks to Miss Rongrong and the sect leader's appreciation.

But now, the facts are clear.

He didn't need any assistance; with only level four soul power, he still defeated Xu Lie, who had level eight soul power, with a single sword strike.

Who would dare say he's unworthy?

Lu Changsheng slowly sheathed his black and gray patterned iron sword.

At this moment, a large portion of his soul power was depleted.

I felt a sharp pain in my leg meridians and right arm.

He knew that he was already close to exhaustion. If Xu Lie was still rational and could drag things out, the situation would be more unfavorable for Lu Changsheng.

However, Xu Lie's mentality had completely collapsed after being fatally wounded by a single sword strike to the throat.

Lu Changsheng won his gamble.

In this battle, what he wanted was not attrition, but deterrence.

Chapter 52 A sword that can truly kill!

"You lost."

After saying that, Lu Changsheng turned and left.

The battle was over, and he didn't continue to humiliate Xu Lie, because it was unnecessary.

But just as Lu Changsheng turned around, Xu Lie's eyes suddenly turned red.

Lost?

I actually lost?

A top-tier disciple with level eight soul power was defeated by a level four Iron Sword Martial Soul.

Moreover, he was killed with a single sword strike in front of all the outer disciples.

Those shocked, gossiping, and incredulous gazes fell on Xu Lie like slaps in the face; he couldn't accept them, nor did he want to.

"I didn't lose!" Xu Lie roared, grabbing the blue-patterned iron rod that had fallen to the ground. Taking advantage of Lu Changsheng turning around, he suddenly sprang into action.

The blue-patterned iron rod, imbued with level eight soul power, slammed into Lu Changsheng's back from behind.

This strike was no longer a friendly exchange, but a sneak attack.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong's expression changed drastically, and she loudly reminded her:

"Lu Changsheng, watch out!"

The surrounding disciples also exclaimed in surprise.

But Lu Changsheng noticed it earlier than anyone else.

It wasn't the sound of the wind or the sight of a shadow, but the killing instinct he had accumulated over years of playing The Sims that suddenly pierced his nerves in that instant.

Memories of assassination attempts by the Spirit Hall's hidden blades.

Memories of the bloody battle at the Holy Spirit Cult's Vengeful Soul Academy.

Countless times of murderous intent from behind, countless times of life-or-death reactions.

At this moment, everything awakened within Lu Changsheng's body, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The black and gray patterned iron sword reappeared.

The black patterns on the sword suddenly lit up, and the gray patterns also emitted a cold, eerie light.

For a moment, Lu Changsheng's eyes turned slightly red.

It wasn't the glow of soul power, but a cold, reddish aura ignited by killing intent. The soul power within his body, which was already nearly depleted, was forcibly squeezed out by the black-gray patterned iron sword.

Lu Changsheng slowly turned around.

There was no panic, nor any angry roars.

It's just cold.

It was so cold it chilled you to the bone.

Xu Lie's blue-patterned iron rod had already struck behind him, but Lu Changsheng's sword was even faster.

The sharpness of the black blade's thrust had not yet dissipated.

The murderous intent inherent in the Vengeful Soul Sword was fully unleashed by the sneak attack.

This sword strike was no longer just a point.

It was no longer about sheathing the sword; it was about truly aiming to kill.

A flash of sword light, aimed straight at Xu Lie's throat.

Xu Lie's pupils suddenly contracted.

At this moment, he finally became afraid.

Because he clearly sensed that Lu Changsheng's sword strike would truly kill him.

It wasn't a bluff, nor was it a friendly exchange; it was a real attempt to pierce his throat.

But he couldn't stop.

The blue-patterned iron rod continued to pound down.

Lu Changsheng's sword was already in front of him.

Life and death are separated by a single moment.

Just then, a furious shout suddenly rang out.

"stop!"

Zhao Yuanshan's expression changed drastically.

He sensed something was wrong almost the instant Lu Changsheng turned around.

That aura was too unfamiliar and too dangerous.

He doesn't look like a six-year-old.

It was nothing like the imposing manner that outer disciples should have when sparring.

That was murderous intent.

The murderous aura honed through seeing blood, killing people, and being tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.