[Picked up a white skill [Wrestling] fragment *1 (1/10)]
[Picked up a white martial soul [Brass Knuckles] fragment *1 (1/10)]
Lu Feng looked at the boy named Daxiong. A faint white light covered his fists, and several black iron rings were wrapped around his fingers.
At first glance, Lu Feng thought his martial soul was his fists.
At this moment, Daxiong was being firmly pressed down by Wang Sheng. His face was flushed, and he was clearly using all his strength, but he still couldn't break free from Wang Sheng's hold.
"How about it! Do you submit?"
Wang Sheng laughed loudly, and just as he was about to mock him further, he suddenly caught sight of Lu Feng standing at the door.
He released his arms, got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and walked over to Lu Feng.
"A new work-study student?" Wang Sheng asked uncertainly.
Wang Sheng looked Lu Feng up and down. This young boy was only a head shorter than him; he didn't look like a six-year-old child at all.
"That's right, I'm a work-study student from Holy Spirit Village," Lu Feng said with a smile.
"My name is Wang Sheng, my martial soul is a Battle Tiger, and I have level nine soul power. We have a rule in Dormitory Seven: newcomers have to show what they've got. The winner is the boss. Kid, what's your name? What's your martial soul?"
"Hello, my name is Lu Feng, my martial soul is 'Body', and I have level five soul power."
As he spoke, Lu Feng extended his right hand in a friendly gesture.
Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment by Lu Feng's action, but he quickly reacted. Those adults who did business would always shake hands first when they met.
"Hello." Wang Sheng subconsciously reached out to shake Lu Feng's hand.
However, in the next moment, the unexpected happened.
With the speed of a lightning bolt, Lu Feng quickly closed the distance to Wang Sheng.
His right hand reached under Wang Sheng's chest and grabbed his arm. At the same time, he turned and took a step forward with his right foot. Using his back as a pivot and exerting force from his waist, he threw Wang Sheng forward over his back.
"Bang!"
Wang Sheng's body slammed hard against the bed frame, and he tumbled several meters along with the bedding.
The sudden change of events stunned everyone present. The dozen or so children stared blankly at Lu Feng, and the room instantly fell silent.
Lu Feng casually clapped his hands and said with a smile, "How about that? I won, right?"
"Huh, why aren't any of you talking?"
At this moment, a small, thin child was the first to react, shouting, "You launched a sneak attack!"
"That's right, you have no martial virtue!"
"Brother Sheng, get up and teach him a good lesson!"
The children began to accuse him one after another.
At this time, Wang Sheng struggled to get up from the ground. He looked a bit disheveled, covered in dust, and there was even a tear in his school uniform.
Wang Sheng's expression was uncertain, and his eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions as he looked at Lu Feng.
To be honest, he was very unconvinced. However, he had been the boss of the work-study students for so long and had dealt with the noble students many times. Compared to those nobles, Lu Feng's methods could be considered 'honorable and upright'.
Moreover, Lu Feng had clearly held back; otherwise, he would have been slammed directly onto the floor. Although Wang Sheng looked a bit miserable, he was not actually injured.
Wang Sheng quickly made a decision. He wiped the dust from his forehead and said, "I lost. From today on, you are the boss of Dormitory Seven."
At this moment, the small student walked up to Wang Sheng and said aggrievedly, "Brother Sheng, why did you chicken out?"
Hearing this, Wang Sheng rubbed the small student's hair roughly. "A loss is a loss. When you go to the forest to hunt soul beasts, will the soul beast talk to you about martial virtue?"
"Hmph, sometimes we are just too honest, that's why we are always bullied by those noble students," Wang Sheng said angrily.
"Come on, everyone, from now on, we'll all call him Brother Feng. Greetings, Brother Feng!"
"Greetings, Brother Feng!"
The children's voices were neat and uniform.
At this moment, several clusters of light dropped out:
[Picked up a white martial soul [Battle Tiger] fragment *1 (1/10)]
[Picked up a white attribute point [Charisma] fragment *1 (1/10)]
[Picked up a white attribute point [Charisma] fragment *1 (2/10)]
[White Attribute Point: Charisma (10/10) (Synthesizable)]
Lu Feng's body trembled, and in the next moment, he felt as if he had become a bit more handsome.
He crossed his arms, still maintaining a faint smile on his face, but his heart was blooming with joy.
Over the years, Lu Feng hadn't picked up many [Attribute Point Fragments]. Most of them were fleeced from those strong villagers and from Tang Hao.
Even so, his strength, speed, and physical fortitude were much higher than other children his age.
Looking at the playful children, a flash of understanding passed through Lu Feng's eyes. "It seems that the probability of fragments dropping is much higher during battle. Another possibility is that these children are all Soul Masters."
With a thought, Lu Feng scanned his fragment repository.
Martial Soul Fragments:
White fragments: [Lone Wolf 1] [Scythe 2] [Brass Knuckles *1].
Yellow fragments: [Blue Silver Grass *3]
Black fragments: [Clear Sky Hammer *2]
"Only when ten fragments of a certain martial soul are collected can it be synthesized. I'm still a 'person without a martial soul'. Sigh, it seems I still have to work hard in the future."
Lu Feng made his bed and started chatting with Wang Sheng.
Just like in the original work, the work-study students were looked down upon by the other students and were often bullied. Even Wang Sheng, a level nine soul master, would get beaten up from time to in time.
As they were talking, Tang San came to the dormitory with his package.
"Huh, are there so many work-study students this year? Go, Brother Feng, give him a show of strength!" Wang Sheng nudged Lu Feng's arm.
At this moment, Tang San also noticed everyone's provocative gazes. He walked over to Lu Feng and asked, puzzled, "Lu Feng, so you got to the dormitory before me. What's with them?"
"Tang San, there's a rule in Dormitory Seven: whoever has the biggest fist is the boss. How about we have a spar?"
Lu Feng looked at Tang San with a grin, his eyes like he was looking at a wealth-bringing boy!
Tang San thought for a moment and didn't hesitate for long. "Alright, let's have a match then."
The move Lu Feng used to cut his sleeve dart with a wood-cutting knife on the small hill in Holy Spirit Village was still unforgettable to Tang San. In his heart, Lu Feng's skills were no weaker than an ordinary adult man's.
Because of this, Tang San often replayed the scene in his mind in his spare time, wanting to avenge that 'one-cut grudge'.
A disciple of the Tang Sect is not inferior to anyone!
"Lu Feng, take this!"
Tang San threw a punch, his feet taking several quick steps as he launched an attack on Lu Feng.
Lu Feng saw Tang San's pale hands, and a triumphant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. But he instantly composed himself and focused his spiritual power.
This was his first-time fighting the protagonist of the original work head-on, and he would not be the least bit careless.
"Bang, bang!"
The two of them exchanged blows, clashing for several moves, probing each other's foundations.
Suddenly, their figures sped up at the same time.
"Pow, pow, pow!" A series of fist and leg collisions sounded like a string of firecrackers.
Wang Sheng and the others watched the two fight with rapt attention, their eyes shining with excitement.
Wang Sheng was surprised to find that if it were him fighting either of them, he would probably not be a match.
Especially Lu Feng, not only was his punching speed fast, but his strength was also very fierce. He probably couldn't even last three minutes.
Phew~, luckily I didn't listen to Little Liu's instigation just now, otherwise I would have suffered a lot. Wang Sheng thought with relief.
On the field, Lu Feng dodged to the left, avoiding Tang San's punch. At the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist. Using his left foot as an axis and the inertia of his body's turn, he swung his right fist back towards Tang San.
Tang San didn't expect Lu Feng's reaction to be so fast. He raised his arms to block in front of him, his palms turning completely jade-white.
As solid as cold jade, impervious to all poisons—Mysterious Jade Hand!
"Bang!" The two forces collided. Tang San's figure couldn't help but take two steps back, and Lu Feng's attack was also neutralized.
What powerful strength! Looking at his slightly trembling arms, Tang San was filled with shock.
However, Tang San quickly made a decision.
"Swish, swish!"
Tang San's speed suddenly increased by a large margin. As he dodged and moved, several afterimages appeared behind him.
Eight Trigrams of the Rippling Steps, a myriad of ghostly shadows—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
At the same time, Tang San's hands turned into phantoms as they struck straight for Lu Feng's Hukou, Chize, and Jianjing acupoints.
These acupoints were all locations of the body's numbing nerves. A light touch could cause the enemy to feel numb and be subdued, while a heavy blow could cause the enemy to faint from extreme pain.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The two of them clashed for several moves in a row.
"Boom!" Tang San's body slammed into the main door, making a loud noise.
However, he was not harmed. Instead, his eyes were filled with a triumphant look.
"What a strange attack!" Lu Feng shook his somewhat sore and weak arm, his eyes filled with solemnity.
Although he hadn't picked up many [Attribute Points] over the years, his physical strength was in no way inferior to that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.
Yet now, his fight with Tang San had only lasted for a little over ten minutes, and he was already feeling tired?
"Lu Feng, give up! Do you already feel your whole body is sore and weak, and you can't muster any strength?" Tang San said proudly.
"Holy crap, this new guy is so fierce! Are we going to have to change bosses again?" the small child exclaimed.
"Smack!"
Wang Sheng slapped him on the back of the head. "Little Liu, shut up!"
Wang Sheng could already see that the strength of these two was on a completely different level from his own.
"Tang San, in terms of martial arts, among all the people I have fought, no one is better than you. I, Lu Feng, am willing to call you the strongest!"
After speaking, Lu Feng's soul power surged, and a cool aura burst from his dantian, slowly flowing into his limbs.
Instantly, he felt the soreness in his arm ease a lot, and his soul power even showed signs of breaking through!
From the Dao comes one, the primordial chaos is limitless, the two principles and four symbols, endlessly generating—Mysterious Heaven Skill!
A cunning smile appeared at the corner of Lu Feng's mouth. "However, these tricks alone are far from enough! Whatever else you've got, bring it on!"
"Hmm? You can still fight?"
Tang San was slightly surprised to see Lu Feng 'putting on a brave face'.
However, after hearing Lu Feng's words, he felt a sense of camaraderie. It was as if a flame was burning fiercely in his heart, and his body gradually became hot.
"Good, since you still want to fight, I will definitely accompany you to the end! Lu Feng, be careful!"