Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

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"Why does it feel like he just swatted a fly?"

Ma Hongjun stared in disbelief as he gave his comments on watching the game.

The Shrek team, standing on the edge of the arena, originally thought that Feng Xiaotian was at least a captain-level figure and could at least hold his own against Lu Mingfei. However, they did not expect that he would be defeated in just two moves.

"Fatty, I swear I really want to sew your mouth shut." Dai Mubai patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder and gave him a knowing look.

You, a mere Soul Venerable, say such things? Do you really think you're Lu Mingfei, able to treat the Soul Sect like a piece of cabbage?

However, Ma Hongjun's words do reflect the sentiments of many participating team members.

Those who can participate in the competition are not ordinary people; they have basic discernment. Feng Xiaotian's speed alone is enough to make everyone take him seriously, and his move that descends from the sky should not be underestimated.

It was only because he was facing that man that he appeared so vulnerable.

That man, who was both godlike and demonic, and terrifying in every way, defeated Feng Xiaotian using the wind attribute, which was the most proficient skill of the Divine Wind Academy. He was simply a devil, okay?

Feng Xiaotian rolled over, looking at the clear sky and hearing Lu Mingfei's cheers in his ears, but his heart remained completely calm.

Lost.

He had expected this.

But losing in this way was still far beyond his imagination.

His self-created soul skill was over before he could even use it; the thrilling battle he had been looking forward to was nothing but wishful thinking.

"well enough?"

Lu Mingfei stepped forward and extended his hand to Feng Xiaotian. Although he had seen many hot-blooded fools like this, he still couldn't bring himself to dislike them.

"Thanks!"

Feng Xiaotian grasped Lu Mingfei's hand and stood up from the ground. Looking at the black-haired boy who was a head shorter than him, he was filled with emotion.

So this is the real genius; even a slight exertion is his limit.

"That was a great play." Lu Mingfei wasn't good at comforting people; he could only offer a few words from his heart.

At the Soul Master stage, Feng Xiaotian's achievement is already quite impressive. Even Yu Tianheng would likely find it difficult to be his match.

"Losing is losing, but thank you anyway." Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and laughed heartily. He was never one to be a sore loser.

"Okay, goodbye then." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and turned to leave.

People like Tang San are a minority. It's just a loss in a game. Who would be so petty about it?

"That's right, goodbye!" Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's words, Feng Xiaotian's face once again revealed that fighting spirit.

Lu Mingfei was walking when he was almost startled by Feng Xiaotian's voice behind him.

His words were indeed just casual words of comfort, but the final goodbye sounded like the best encouragement to Feng Xiaotian.

The words reached Feng Xiaotian's ears; it was an invitation for him to face off again at the pinnacle of the finals.

"I disappointed you with my performance today. Next team competition, I will definitely show you my true strength." Feng Xiaotian shouted at Lu Mingfei's departing figure.

Lu Mingfei didn't turn around, just waved to acknowledge the challenge, then picked up his suit jacket, slung it over his shoulder, and strode away from the arena.

Please, he really doesn't understand this kind of plot where hot-blooded idiots inexplicably get fired up. If he doesn't leave soon, he's afraid he'll get infected too.

Watching Lu Mingfei's nonchalant and carefree departure, Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt a surge of excited anticipation.

He had often heard people say that being born in the same era as Lu Mingfei was a misfortune for their generation of young soul masters, but today he only wanted to say that a true man should act like this.

If they've never witnessed such splendor, what's the point of remaining frogs in a well for their entire lives?

Many Soul Masters share the same idea as Feng Xiaotian; the higher the peak, the more attractive it is to climb and challenge.

This Soul Master Tournament, destined to be recorded in history, officially kicked off in such a thrilling atmosphere.

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After the exhibition match ended, the emcee announced the successful conclusion of today's opening ceremony, and the audience began to disperse in an orderly manner.

Lu Mingfei didn't return to the VIP table. Instead, he continued to sit on the sofa in the waiting room. With 80,000 people leaving, he would probably be squeezed like a snail. Since he didn't have anything else to do, he figured it was better to wait a while before leaving.

He had already told Yu Tianheng in advance when he came down that they should wait for him outside the VIP passage.

However, before he could wait for most of the audience to leave, Xue Qinghe had already entered the waiting room.

"Brother Lu, you've really had a hard day." Xue Qinghe's smile was brighter than a flower, and his eyes were incredibly innocent and sincere.

"Your Highness, you flatter me. I am just a brick in the academy, ready to be moved wherever needed." Lu Mingfei didn't even stand up, crossing his legs and speaking in a businesslike tone with a blank expression, showing no respect whatsoever.

Do you really think that Lu is someone without a temper?

Xue Qinghe naturally sensed the sarcasm and dissatisfaction in Lu Mingfei's words and continued with a smile, "Today's exhibition match was made with great care by me. How can Brother Lu view me like this?"

Lu Mingfei sneered inwardly: "Good intentions? Nobody believes that. I think you're the one with ulterior motives, aren't you?"

"Then I really have to thank Your Highness." Lu Mingfei retorted sarcastically. Anyway, it was only a few months left, so it didn't matter if he didn't give Xue Qinghe any face.

"You're welcome. We're brothers, this is what I should do." Xue Qinghe looked righteous and obliged.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at him, his meaning clear in his eyes and words: Who said we're brothers? Stop trying to get close to me. Do you think I'm as stupid as Xue Beng?

"It seems I've misunderstood you too much, Brother Lu." Xue Qinghe sighed dramatically. "Have you forgotten that we had a heart-to-heart talk last time? Brother Lu, aren't you already preparing to graduate and continue traveling across the continent?"

Lu Mingfei nodded. He wanted to see what Xue Qinghe could come up with.

"You're traveling the continent and don't want to join any faction, but you still need money for food, clothing, lodging, and transportation when you're out and about, right? Especially with Brother Lu's appetite, how much of the more than 10,000 gold soul coins you saved up in the Great Soul Arena is left?" Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow, clearly very familiar with Lu Mingfei's financial situation.

"You'll eventually have to get married and have children, support your family, and maybe even build your own clan. How can you manage without money? Are you planning to just sit around and do nothing, or wait until you're completely broke before selling yourself to support your family?"

Xue Qinghe winked at Lu Mingfei: "That's why I made this suggestion, to help Brother Lu replenish his little treasury."

After saying that, he walked directly to Lu Mingfei's side, and held out a bright amethyst prepaid card in his left hand, blatantly in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"One hundred thousand gold soul coins, this is Brother Lu's appearance fee just now, you're welcome."