Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

"it's over."

Lu Mingfei silently recited a phrase to himself, put the iron awl back into his cloth bag and tucked it into his waistband, then stepped off the stage.

At this moment, everyone in the audience couldn't help but gasp. It wasn't until the host stepped forward to check on Dian Kou's condition and confirmed that he had only collapsed from exhaustion after his clothes had been ripped open, that a huge cheer instantly resounded throughout the entire venue.

A group of ordinary Soul Masters engaged in a battle, but the shock they brought was in no way inferior to the battles of high-level Soul Masters.

Only a very small number of Soul Master viewers clearly saw Lu Mingfei's movement, which resembled a black line. The rest were mostly bewildered and astonished, and it took them a while to realize what had happened in that split second.

"Congratulations to Battle Soul Master Lu Mingfei on his victory. His record is one win and zero losses. Dian Kou's record is thirty-six wins and twenty-eight losses. Mr. Lu Mingfei, please step down from the stage to register your points."

The host's voice rang out behind him. Lu Mingfei returned to the waiting room, glanced at the crowd who had just laughed at him, confirmed the information with the staff, and left with the reward of ten gold soul coins.

He left behind a group of people who were stunned, and disappeared into the bustling passageway.

"I can't believe I'm this handsome one day!" Lu Mingfei hadn't gone far when the cold expression on his face instantly crumbled, and he couldn't help but hum with satisfaction.

To dazzle everyone in public has always been his dream in life. The only drawback is that Chen Wenwen isn't here, otherwise Lu Mingfei feels that his life would be perfect.

However, tonight's battle was actually quite boring. I don't even know what level the opponent is. He's as slow as a tortoise, and even his strength is only average. He didn't put any pressure on him at all.

It really disappointed him. Once he relaxed, his opponent became the target for him to show off his skills.

I think I'm actually quite strong.

Lu Mingfei has gradually come to realize this fact: even without using his full strength, relying only on his Golden Eyes and Soul Power, he is probably a powerful player at the Soul Master level.

However, he didn't have time to be happy for long before he realized that he had gone too far.

"Wait, where am I?" Lu Mingfei stared wide-eyed at the endless stream of people around him, his expression somewhat blank.

Li Lan told him to wait for him at Exit 3 so they could get the gambling money and split it, but it seems that he has... gotten lost?

"Depend on!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt the deep malice from the world. It was rare for him to be so high-spirited, couldn't he at least be allowed to retreat with some dignity?

With no other option, he had to ask someone for directions. The Tian Dou Arena was more than ten times larger than the commercial plaza in their city center. If he wandered around aimlessly, he would become a headless fly in no time.

"Young man, are you lost?"

Lu Mingfei was about to take a look at the person when he suddenly heard a noise behind him.

A middle-aged man in a neat white robe with a gentle smile was holding the hand of a little girl in a floral dress who looked like she had a big temper. Behind them was a tall, thin old man who looked like a bamboo pole. They looked like a family of three.

"Uncle, how do I get to Exit 3?" Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed. It was really embarrassing to be caught out as lost at a glance.

"Go straight down the first staircase on the right," the man said softly.

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei bowed slightly to express his gratitude and then left.

Ning Fengzhi looked in the direction Lu Mingfei had left: "A level fourteen easily defeated a level nineteen. Uncle Jian, what do you think?"

Sword Douluo pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "A prodigy, he'll probably surpass me in about thirty years, but unfortunately he lacks a sword heart."

"Uncle Jian actually thinks so highly of him?" Ning Fengzhi's usually calm face showed a hint of surprise. He didn't expect Sword Douluo to give such an evaluation.

It's worth noting that even Tang Hao back then might not be able to compare to Sword Douluo now; this assessment is practically on par with the Pope who now possesses twin martial souls.

"It's not that I'm optimistic about him, but it's a fact that is destined to happen in the future," Sword Douluo said calmly.

"How could that be? Grandpa Sword is the strongest." Ning Rongrong turned around and hugged Sword Douluo's leg, pouting her little mouth in dissatisfaction.

"Alright, Rongrong, it's late enough tonight, we should go home." Ning Fengzhi smiled, this was just a little kid being jealous.

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"I want to die, I want to die, I want to die..."

Lu Mingfei hurried down the stairs, who knew who the family of three he had just encountered was?

The tall, thin old man exuded an aura of unfathomable mastery, and Lu Mingfei just wanted to get as far away as possible to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

When he got down to Exit 3, Li Lan was already waiting there.

Upon seeing Lu Mingfei, Li Lan immediately rushed over, sliding to her knees and exclaiming dramatically, "Brother, from now on you're my big brother!"

"Hey, hey, hey, is this really necessary?" Lu Mingfei tactically retreated a step.

"Of course, of course. You have no idea how much you've helped me earn tonight." Li Lan immediately pulled out a Soul Arena prepaid card: "It's a deal, we'll split what we earn tonight, this is yours."

Lu Mingfei scratched his cheek, feeling it wasn't right to take someone else's money like this, since he didn't seem to have taken any risks: "Forget it, you can keep it yourself. Oh, by the way, here's the money you lent me for the registration."

Lu Mingfei took out the prize money bag he had just won and handed it over. He didn't like owing money to people, especially friends, because it would inevitably leave a knot in his heart.

Li Lan understood Lu Mingfei's thoughts, took the money bag, and casually stuffed the prepaid card into his hand as well.

"We agreed on this beforehand, otherwise I'd feel bad asking you to help me earn some more next time." Li Lan said, suppressing her excitement, "Guess how much I won tonight?"

"Two hundred?" Lu Mingfei asked uncertainly.

Li Lan's status in the academy wasn't high; he was just a nobleman's son from the countryside near Tiandou City. He ate similar meals in the cafeteria as Li Lan, and probably didn't have much of his private savings.

Li Lan shook her head, glanced around, and whispered, "Two thousand!"

"Holy crap!"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback. His right hand, gripping the prepaid card, trembled violently as if he had Parkinson's disease. Two thousand gold soul coins—that meant he had a thousand in the card! This was even more profitable than robbing a bank!

"Come on, Brother Lu, now that we've made some money, we should treat ourselves to a good time tonight." Li Lan hooked his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulder and walked out of the Great Soul Arena. Although his family owned property in Tiandou City, they rarely had the opportunity to spend money in this area. Today, having made money so easily, his bourgeois hedonistic nature was instantly exposed.

The Great Soul Arena is the entertainment hub of Heaven Dou City, and also its most prosperous commercial district. A stroll around here reveals all the pleasures one could possibly want on the continent. With enough money, this place is practically paradise on earth.