Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

"Oh no, it's them!" Li Lan's face immediately turned ugly.

He was just a country nobleman, his status was worlds apart from the sons of the great nobles of Tiandou City, not to mention that these people were following Prince Xue Beng.

It's obvious at a glance that they were probably sent on orders from Avalanche to give the new students a hard time.

"Hey, Li Lan, why didn't you run away today?" Zi, the leader of the group of four, spoke up. He was probably fifteen or sixteen years old and a head taller than Li Lan. His tone was very unfriendly.

"Student Zhao, I am here on Director Lin's orders to show the new students around the campus. This student is here today with His Highness the Crown Prince. Please make way." Li Lan was very restrained; normally he would avoid these kinds of people.

Upon hearing about the Crown Prince's connection, the other three hesitated, but the purple-haired man continued, looking at Lu Mingfei: "So you're the one with innate full soul power who enrolled today. As a classmate, I wonder if you could satisfy my curiosity and have a friendly spar with me, let me see how you compare to Yu Tianheng of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"What are you talking about? Lu only started school today, and he's only six years old. You're already fifteen and in grade seventeen. How can you spar with him?" Li Lan stood in front of Lu Mingfei. No matter what, this was a task assigned by Director Lin, and he couldn't stand by and watch such a young freshman be bullied.

"It's okay, we'll spar with you." The three people behind the purple-haired guy stepped forward. Their division of labor today was very clear: to create opportunities for the purple-haired guy.

Of course they were afraid of the Crown Prince, but no one could find fault with a fair competition at the Soul Master Academy, especially with their leader, Xue Beng, backing them up.

"Heh, so you're too scared to do it? So this is what you call a genius. You're nowhere near as good as Yu Tianheng." Purple Hair said. Xue Beng had just taken the blame for him, and he had to repay the favor.

Lu Mingfei felt a headache coming on and thought to himself, "Where did this low-quality provocation technique come from?"

But if he doesn't take the bait, he probably won't be able to leave today, and he'll also drag an innocent, well-meaning bystander into the mess. The last thing he wants is to cause trouble for others.

"Fine, shall we do it right here?" Lu Mingfei asked helplessly, truly speechless at this kind of royal succession struggle.

Li Lan wanted to say something more, but seeing Lu Mingfei shaking his head, she could only stand aside, secretly hoping that a genius might really be able to create a miracle.

"Good, you've got guts. But not here. The school has a dedicated training ground. We'll have a fair fight there." Purple-haired guy smiled contemptuously and led the way.

He had already heard from Xue Beng that although Xin Sheng was born with full soul power, he was only 6 years old and his soul power was level 14. Moreover, his first soul skill was vision enhancement, which had no offensive power. He, on the other hand, was 15 years old this year and his soul power was already level 17. There was no way he could lose.

That's why he readily agreed to let Xue Beng give this new student a hard time. As for whether the new student would retaliate if his cultivation surpassed Xue Beng's, he wasn't worried. He was the eldest son of the Duke, and even Emperor Xue Ye couldn't do anything to him when he hadn't made a mistake.

The Royal Intermediate Academy's training ground is a flat building similar to a gymnasium, divided into many areas specifically for students' soul skill training and practical combat instruction. It is always equipped with medical support personnel and is supervised by dedicated academy teachers.

Similar battles between Soul Masters must be conducted under the supervision of teachers outside the arena, and killing blows are prohibited.

The group continued walking, which quickly sparked a heated discussion.

A new student with innate full soul power challenges the academy's notorious bully upon arrival. Such an interesting event immediately attracts a large group of busybodies.

When they arrived at the training ground, half of the students from the academy were already there, ready to watch the show, and there were even people on the sidelines placing bets.

"You want to fight each other?" The teacher on duty looked at the two people in front of him who were of vastly different heights, glared at the purple-haired man, and couldn't stand such obvious bullying. However, after confirming Lu Mingfei's consent, he didn't say anything more.

They couldn't possibly refuse the soul battles between students; it was an inevitable path for soul masters.

Soon the two arrived at an open space, and after the teacher on duty announced the rules, the battle officially began.

Purple Hair was the first to activate his Martial Soul, a yellow hundred-year soul ring rising from his feet, his whole body covered in a purple halo: "Zhao Tianming, Martial Soul: Purple Leopard, Level 17 Soul Master, please give me your guidance."

This was Lu Mingfei's first time engaging in such a formal Soul Battle, but he knew the rules. After a slight pause, he immediately spoke: "Lu Mingfei, Martial Soul: Golden Eyes, Level 14 Soul Master, please enlighten me."

With a thought, his golden eyes lit up to the minimum, and a yellow hundred-year soul ring appeared above his head.

"Golden Eyes, what kind of martial soul is that?"

"My God, it really is innate full soul power. It's already level fourteen at such a young age."

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A lot of discussion immediately arose around them. Lu Mingfei's martial spirit and age were both very much a topic of discussion. Although these noble children were arrogant and domineering on weekdays, they were actually better at reading people than anyone else.

"Golden Eyes?" For some reason, Zhao Tianming felt a chill run down his spine when the other person's eyes lit up. Even when he deliberately shifted his gaze, there was no change. He suddenly realized that the other person's eye martial soul was probably much more terrifying than he had imagined.

On the other hand, Lu Mingfei, who was opposite him, seemed calm on the surface, but was actually very uncertain inside.

Oh my god, how am I supposed to play this?

Lu Mingfei was actually quite flustered. He had been forced into this situation, and his only real combat experience was from the time he faced Tang San.

Given his monstrous physical abilities, it wasn't that he was afraid of losing, but rather that he didn't know how much force to use to defeat his opponent without getting injured himself. Ideally, he should be evenly matched, outstanding but not glaring, so as to avoid them causing him trouble in the future.

While he was still in a daze, the opponent suddenly launched an attack with a flash of spirit rings, "First spirit skill, thrust."

Damn! Does he even know how to play?

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't even decided whether to use boxing or wild punches as a prelude to establish early momentum when his opponent, disregarding martial ethics, unleashed his ultimate move, intending to kill him instantly.

In a panic, his body instinctively reacted by dodging, and his pale golden eyes instantly turned crimson.

The students watching nearby couldn't help but tremble at the sight of that light.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei's soul power erupted beneath his feet. The next moment, Zhao Tianming's straight attack missed its mark. But before he could determine Lu Mingfei's location and continue his attack, a figure appeared beside him.

Given the height difference between the two, Lu Mingfei did not use his fists, but instead recalled a super cool tokusatsu film he had watched last year.

With a burst of soul power even stronger than when he fought Tang San, he used his left foot as the center and his right foot to draw a perfect spiral side kick upwards.

The precise and immense force struck the purple-haired man directly in the face, instantly shattering his consciousness and sending him flying backward into a daze.

"Oh my god!"

Before everyone's eyes, Zhao Tianming had just used his soul skill to pounce out when he was kicked back by someone. He spun backwards twice and flew two and a half times in the air. When he landed, his face looked like a soy sauce stall, with snot and blood splattered all over the ground.