Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo.

However, while he was enthusiastic on the surface, he secretly planned to have a showdown with Lu Mingfei after he returned from hunting for spirit rings in a few days.

Although the other party was already a Soul Master, he still wanted to understand the gap between them, to know himself and his enemy.

Two years from now, they will be opponents in the Soul Master Competition. It's a good opportunity for his teacher and father to help him analyze Lu Mingfei's weaknesses in advance.

After several rounds of tea, the remaining people finally finished their battles, and Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt exhausted from today's class reunion, but now that he was saying goodbye to Ning Rongrong, it was finally over.

"Rongrong, it's getting late, I have to go too." Seeing that Flander and his disciple, that sleazy little fat guy, had left on their own, Lu Mingfei also prepared to say goodbye.

"Lu Mingfei, you're not planning to disappear again, are you?" Ning Rongrong pouted.

“I can’t stay here forever. I’m going back to Tiandou in a while, and I need to practice teamwork with Yu Tianheng and the others.” Lu Mingfei shrugged.

"Then you have to wait for me to return to Tiandou City." Ning Rongrong believed Lu Mingfei's words. Although she was a little reluctant, she also knew that Lu Mingfei couldn't stay here to accompany her to complete the mission.

The others reacted differently when they heard that Lu Mingfei was leaving, but Tang San reacted the most. He was still planning to see just how strong Lu Mingfei's Eye Martial Soul was. If he left this time, he didn't know when they would fight again.

"Then you can take me home today before you leave." Ning Rongrong was still holding onto Lu Mingfei's arm, but this time, Lu Mingfei didn't give her the chance. Pulling and tugging all the time, what a bad habit.

"Okay, I'll take you back." Ignoring Ning Rongrong's little tantrum of stomping her feet, Lu Mingfei had already taken her back once, so a second trip wouldn't make a difference.

Ning Rongrong nodded in satisfaction, and the group set off back to school.

"By the way, where did the dean take the little fat boy?" Ning Rongrong asked casually as she walked briskly.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, Tang San and the others suddenly fell silent.

"What's wrong? Even if he gets special tutoring, it's not a big deal, is it?" Ning Rongrong was puzzled. They were just students at the academy, and it was normal for Flander to give his apprentice special tutoring.

Finally, Dai Mubai spoke up: "It was indeed special treatment, but it was a flaw in the fat man's martial soul, so the dean took him to a brothel to relieve his pent-up desires."

When they said those words, Dai Mubai and the others felt a little embarrassed, after all, Lu Mingfei was there.

Lu Mingfei never expected that there would be such a side effect to a martial soul, even worse than Dugu Yan's Jade Phosphorous Serpent. Going to that kind of place at such a young age, no wonder he looks like he has kidney deficiency.

"It's so dirty." Ning Rongrong couldn't help but say, and even Zhu Zhuqing, who usually had a cold face, chimed in.

"Let me make it clear first, Xiao San and Xiao Ao are not like Fatty." Dai Mubai quickly drew a line. He had promised Tang Hao at Shrek Academy that he would work hard to cultivate. Even if he had a girlfriend, it would be at most once a week. As long as no one contradicted him, Zhu Zhuqing would never know.

“Yes.” Oscar nodded. “We’re not as dirty as the fat guy.”

Ning Rongrong suddenly thought of something and looked at Lu Mingfei scrutinizingly, but then she remembered his wild-looking hairstyle at noon and thought she was overthinking it.

Lu Mingfei wanted to roll his eyes. Although he had indeed downloaded a lot of adult films online before, it had nothing to do with prostitution. Besides, his current body was only twelve years old.

By the time they arrived at the academy, it was already late at night. Lu Mingfei saw them to the gate and was about to leave when Tang San suddenly called him back.

"Mingfei, wait a minute. You're leaving in a few days, and I'd like to take this opportunity to spar with you one more time tonight." After thinking for a long time, Tang San decided to face this imaginary rival he had held in his heart for many years. If he didn't even have the courage to challenge him, he might really lose.

"Brother! Are you sure you're not mistaken? Lu Mingfei is a level 45 Soul Master, and you don't even have the third ring yet!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, grabbing Tang San's hand.

"Level 45?"

Upon hearing these words, Dai Mubai and Oscar froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but cover her mouth. Was this the true value of being called the number one genius on the continent? The gap between them was so huge!

As for Lu Mingfei, the person involved, his eyes widened even more, and he thought to himself, "What the hell are you doing? Relying on your titled Douluo father, you want me to be your sparring partner, huh?"

The key point is that you were just emitting black smoke all over your body. If this happens after the fight, you'll probably vomit three liters of blood on the spot!

Chapter 89 Unrivaled Grass-Cutting

"I just wanted to see the difference between us, nothing will happen." Tang San patted Xiao Wu's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

Xiao Wu saw the determined look in Tang San's eyes and knew that a sparring match tonight was inevitable.

She knew perfectly well how proud Tang San was, and how demanding he was of himself in order to fight against the Spirit Hall in the future.

He possesses the innate talent of having twin martial souls with full innate soul power, as well as various self-created soul skills. He has always been a master and is the most outstanding genius among his peers, according to Tang Hao.

But everything changed after Lu Mingfei's message arrived.

"Brother, promise me, it's just a friendly spar, neither of you will get hurt." Xiao Wu said helplessly. The gap between the two sides was too big. She was worried that if Tang San couldn't win and used hidden weapons, the two would really fight, and it would be difficult to handle if either of them got hurt.

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu, I know what I'm doing!" Tang San nodded confidently and patted Xiao Wu's hair.

The crescent moon hung in the sky, its hazy light bathing the two of them, as if they were about to burst into pink blush.

It's a waste of your talents to make you two Soul Masters. Why don't you go and act in "Titanic"?

Lu Mingfei's eyebrows twitched violently. He thought to himself that this was a bit too ridiculous. Although he knew they were following a script about lovers, it was still too much to bear.

They're only twelve years old. Aren't you two being so lovey-dovey setting a bad example for the kids next to you?

And Tang San, you were just setting a flag, weren't you? Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't say things like that before a battle? Don't you know any limits, you obsessive-compulsive person?

"Mingfei, please."

Tang San was unaware of Lu Mingfei's complaints. He believed he had already adjusted his mindset. He would not use hidden weapons in tonight's battle and had long been prepared to accept defeat. In his opinion, Xiao Wu's worries were completely unnecessary.

Lu Mingfei blinked... That's easy for you to say. You want me to practice moves with you so you can poke my eyes later, right?

"It's not as simple as just a friendly spar." Lu Mingfei could only scratch his head. What else could he do after things had come to this point?

The matter was settled in a few words, but since Tang San wanted to spar with Lu Mingfei, such an important matter naturally needed to be communicated to the academy teachers.

With the dean absent, Dai Mubai had no choice but to call Zhao Wuji over to keep things under control, as they couldn't afford to take responsibility if anything happened to Tang San.

On the Shrek Academy playground, everyone eagerly awaited the match between the two players.

How strong is Tang San? No one is more qualified to speak on this than his classmates of many years. The seemingly useless martial soul Blue Silver Grass is comparable to the top-level White Tiger martial soul in his hands. Coupled with his exquisite self-created soul skills, it is even enough for Tang San to fight against opponents of higher levels.

Lu Mingfei is the renowned number one genius on the continent. He is the same age as Tang San, but he is already a level 45 Soul Master with an outstanding record.

They were naturally eager to witness such a legendary figure in action.

Even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, was amazed. He couldn't even imagine what position to use for a twelve-year-old Soul Master.

"Zhuqing, Xiaowu, come here." Ning Rongrong waved, signaling the two to stand further away and watch the battle.

Xiao Wu also thought of something, nodded, and took Zhu Zhuqing's arm as they walked out.

The two on the field exchanged a glance. Tang San calmly revealed his martial soul, with two yellow spirit rings floating up and down above the Blue Silver Grass on his palm.

Having absorbed the Mandragora Serpent and the Nether Vine, the Blue Silver Grass's entire body became mottled and pitch black, making it impossible to discern its original blue silver grass appearance.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the next moment, golden light, accompanied by the seemingly thickened air, burst forth in front of everyone on the dimly lit playground.

"Oh my god!"

The onlookers, including Dai Mubai, couldn't even gasp in surprise. The instant the golden eyes lit up, the invisible mental pressure caused their thoughts to freeze, and their bodies involuntarily leaned back, trying to dodge.

It wasn't until a moment later that they came to their senses and realized what had happened.

The dual suppression of spirit and martial soul!

They had all researched Lu Mingfei, who was rumored to be a god, but only through personal experience could they realize how inadequate words were and how terrifying and irresistible his power was.

In a battle, that one instant could be enough to decide the outcome.

"How is this possible? Was the monster Davis fought back then actually this kind of monster?" Dai Mubai raised his soul power. They were just observing, not watching directly, but he already felt his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Oscar, standing to the side, was deathly pale; he had almost instinctively wanted to kneel down.

Even Zhao Wuji couldn't help but clench his fist. Ignoring the suppression of soul power level, the pressure that was said to affect even titled Douluo was indeed terrifying.

"Mingfei is getting increasingly volatile." Ning Rongrong patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing beside her nodded in astonishment.

Even though they were just watching, they could still feel that they were having difficulty breathing, as if they had just carried a mountain on their backs. How must they feel now, facing Tang San directly in front of those eyes?

"No, this is impossible! The Eye Martial Soul actually has such power!" Tang San's pupils shrank sharply, his heart filled with shock. After cultivating the Purple Demon Eye for so many years, his spiritual power was comparable to that of a low-level Soul Master.

Even though he used the Xuan Tian Technique at full power from the start and managed to get rid of the martial soul's suppression in the shortest amount of time, he could still feel a terrifying sense of oppression coming towards him.

"No." Tang San took a deep breath.

Lu Mingfei was several times more terrifying than he had imagined. There was no time to test him; he had to go all out from the very beginning!

The first and second spirit rings lit up almost simultaneously.

Thick, jet-black vines burst forth from the ground in an instant, as ferocious as a swarm of snakes. The vines were covered with tiny thorns and parasitic spores of the second soul skill, Netherworld Vine.

At lower levels, plant-based control strategies are indeed both offensive and defensive.

However, unlike other conventional weapon spirits and beast spirits, it cannot utilize the enhancement of physical cultivation power. Ultimately, it can only be a spirit power derivative with an empty appearance, and it can only turn into nothing in the face of stronger spirit power.

Lu Mingfei brought his index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger, with golden soul power flowing over it.

The next moment seemed to be the dawn, as a golden horizon pierced the night sky in Tang San's eyes.

But what was dispelled was not only the thick darkness, but also the swarm of wildly dancing snakes that he swept away.

Countless vines were cut off inch by inch, falling to the ground and dissipating as blue starlight of soul power.

Faced with such a superficial attack, Lu Mingfei didn't even need to use the Monarch Flame to specifically counter it, since it was just some fast-growing weeds.

How about some unparalleled grass-cutting gameplay?

Chapter 90 Do you even know the rules!

Although he knew long ago that his Blue Silver Grass was weak, Dai Mubai could easily shatter it with his high-level soul power.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei had so easily severed his Blue Silver Grass with just two fingers, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration.

He originally thought he could at least force out Lu Mingfei's second soul skill, but he didn't expect that Lu Mingfei's soul power condensation level had reached a level he couldn't even imagine.

But this was within his expectations. As the Blue Silver Grass continued to attack from the ground, Tang San used the Ghost Shadow Step to quickly approach Lu Mingfei.

In the final moments before the aftershocks of his soul skill had subsided, Tang San swiftly charged forward and chose to engage in close-quarters combat.

According to the master's analysis, Lu Mingfei's physical attributes are ultimately no match for those possessed by a Beast Martial Soul, which is why he used to rely on weapons as a means to compensate for his weakness in close combat.

With the enhancement of the Xuan Yu Hand, he was capable of going toe-to-toe with Dai Mubai.

From the perspective of the Golden Eyes, Tang San's feint attack was naturally ineffective, as his footwork was much slower than Zhu Zhuqing's.

Faced with the incoming white jade fist, Lu Mingfei simply used his own fist, which was covered in soul power, to deal with it.

In a simple clash of fists, Lu Mingfei remained completely still, while Tang San was forced to retreat by the impact.

"How is this possible?" Tang San was shocked. The power of that punch was even more astonishing than Dai Mubai's. The Soul Sect's soul power was so strong.

"Hmph." Lu Mingfei suddenly exerted his strength.

Without any fluctuation of soul power, merely a physical movement, yet with a speed burst comparable to an agility-type Soul Master, a side kick covered in soul power struck Tang San's chest the instant he regained his footing.

Unable to activate his Purple Demon Eye, Tang San couldn't even see Lu Mingfei's moving route.

No matter how exquisite the Ghostly Shadow Step is, it only allows you to anticipate the enemy's moves. Against an opponent you can't see clearly, it's naturally useless.

Even though Tang San used his Xuan Yu Hands to block, the immense force still penetrated the surface resistance of his internal energy and struck his muscles and bones solidly. Tang San's body seemed to lose control, flying backward more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Brother!" Xiao Wu couldn't help but run forward, but Zhao Wuji immediately blocked her way.

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu." Zhao Wuji could naturally see that Lu Mingfei had stopped exerting force in his last movement, and Tang San only struggled on the ground for a moment before standing up again.

However, the excruciating pain from having his Xuan Yu Hand shattered head-on caused Tang San's adrenaline to surge, inevitably making his eyes bloodshot.

Just one strike!

Lu Mingfei's single kick shattered all of Tang San's Tang Clan's secret techniques. If Tang San hadn't held back at the end, he had no doubt that his arms would have been broken by that kick.

And this was under the protection of the Jade Hand; if it had landed on other parts of the body, there would have been no other possibility but disability or death.

"You little brat, you were hiding something under your arm after all!"

From the very beginning, Lu Mingfei noticed that the movement of Tang San's sleeves was not right, and during the punch just now, he felt a special tremor that did not match the body's skeletal structure.

It must have been a box; I could hear the metallic rattling sound coming from inside.

He had watched many martial arts dramas, and the most fitting description was a boxed hidden weapon like a hidden arrow. This was why he originally only wanted to end things amicably, but suddenly took the initiative to attack.

If Tang San were to use a hidden weapon to injure someone at such close range, or if he were to be accidentally triggered by an external force while fighting him, even he would likely suffer greatly.

The promised sparring session turned out to involve carrying around something like this; Lu Mingfei really had the urge to kick Tang San to death just now.

No manners!

"You little brat, you really want to poke my eyeballs out, don't you?!" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but curse inwardly.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't seen Tang Hao in the southwest corner earlier, with his Title Douluo-level soul power fluctuations, he would have at least shown Tang San what a comminuted fracture was like!

"That's enough." Lu Mingfei's tone was as calm as possible, and he didn't give him a friendly look. Tang San was already like this after being kicked by him. He didn't believe that Tang San would have any reason to continue hitting him.