Picked up White Skill Fragment: [Wrestling] ×1 (1/10)
Picked up White Martial Soul Fragment: [Knuckle Duster] ×1 (1/10)
Lu Feng looked at the boy named Da Xiong. His fists were glowing faintly with white light, and several black iron rings were looped around his fingers.
At first glance, Lu Feng even thought his martial soul was a fist.
At this moment, Da Xiong was being pinned hard to the ground by Wang Sheng. His face was red with effort, clearly using all his strength, yet unable to break free from Wang Sheng's hold.
"How about now? Are you giving in?"
Wang Sheng laughed loudly and was about to throw out a few more taunts when he suddenly spotted Lu Feng standing at the door.
He loosened his arms, climbed off the floor, dusted himself off, and walked toward Lu Feng.
"New working student?" Wang Sheng asked uncertainly.
He looked Lu Feng up and down. The boy in front of him was only a head shorter than himself and didn't look like a six-year-old at all.
"That's right. I'm a working student from Holy Soul Village," Lu Feng replied with a smile.
"I'm Wang Sheng. My martial soul is the Battle Tiger. Spirit Power: Level Nine. We have a rule here in Dorm Seven — newcomers have to show what they've got. Whoever wins becomes the boss. What's your name, kid? What's your martial soul?"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lu Feng. Martial Soul: 'Body.' Spirit Power: Level Five."
As he spoke, Lu Feng extended his right hand in a friendly gesture.
Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment but quickly caught on. Adults who did business often greeted each other this way.
"Hello," Wang Sheng said instinctively and reached out to shake hands.
But the next moment — something unexpected happened.
Lu Feng moved in a flash, faster than the eye could follow.
His right hand slipped under Wang Sheng's chest, grabbing his arm. Then, with a spin and a step forward, he used his back as a pivot, leveraging his waist, and flipped Wang Sheng over his shoulder.
Bang!
Wang Sheng crashed hard into the bed frame, flying several meters along with the mattress and covers.
Everyone in the room was stunned. A dozen children stared blankly at Lu Feng, and the room fell silent.
Lu Feng casually dusted off his hands and smiled. "So? Looks like I won."
"Huh? Why's everyone so quiet?"
A skinny kid was the first to react. "You ambushed him!"
"Yeah, that wasn't honorable!"
"Brother Sheng, get up and teach him a lesson!"
The children erupted into complaints.
At that moment, Wang Sheng struggled to his feet. He looked quite battered, his uniform torn and his face covered in dust.
His expression shifted uncertainly as he stared at Lu Feng, his gaze complicated.
To be honest, he wasn't convinced. But he had been the boss among the working students for a long time and had clashed many times with noble students. Compared to those nobles, Lu Feng's tactics could be considered honorable.
Besides, Lu Feng had clearly held back. He could've slammed him into the floor instead of the bed. While it looked bad, Wang Sheng wasn't really hurt.
Wang Sheng quickly made up his mind. He wiped the dust from his forehead and said, "I lost. From now on, you're the boss of Dorm Seven."
The small kid beside him protested, "Brother Sheng, why are you giving up so easily?"
Wang Sheng ruffled the kid's hair roughly. "A loss is a loss. When you're in the forest hunting soul beasts, do they care about being honorable?"
"Hmph! Sometimes we're just too soft, and that's why noble students bully us all the time," Wang Sheng grumbled.
"Come on, everyone. From now on, we call him Brother Feng. Say it together: 'Hello, Brother Feng!'"
"Hello, Brother Feng!" the children chanted in unison.
At that moment, several light orbs dropped:
Picked up White Martial Soul Fragment: [Battle Tiger] ×1 (1/10)
Picked up White Attribute Point Fragment: [Charm] ×1 (1/10)
Picked up White Attribute Point Fragment: [Charm] ×1 (2/10)
White Attribute Point: Charm (10/10) — Can be synthesized!
Lu Feng's body trembled slightly. The next moment, he felt like he had become a little more handsome.
Arms crossed, he kept his usual calm smile, but inwardly, he was bursting with joy.
Over the years, he hadn't picked up many [Attribute Point Fragments] — mostly from brawny villagers or occasionally from Tang Hao.
Even so, his strength, speed, and physical toughness were way above kids his age.
Looking at the children playing around, Lu Feng's eyes lit up with understanding: "So the drop rate for fragments is much higher during combat. It's also possible that these kids are all soul masters."
Lu Feng mentally scanned his fragment inventory.
Martial Soul Fragments:
White: [Lone Wolf ×1], [Scythe ×2], [Knuckle Duster ×1]
Yellow: [Blue Silver Grass ×3]
Black: [Hao Tian Hammer ×2]
"So I need ten of the same type of martial soul fragment to synthesize one. For now, I'm still a 'Martial Soul-less person.' Sigh... I'll have to keep working hard."
Lu Feng made his bed and started chatting casually with Wang Sheng.
Just like in the original story, working students were looked down upon by other students and often bullied — even Wang Sheng, a Level 9 soul master, would get beaten up from time to time.
As they talked, Tang San walked into the dorm carrying his belongings.
"Huh? So many working students this year? Brother Feng, go give him a warm welcome!" Wang Sheng nudged Lu Feng.
Tang San noticed the hostile stares from the others and walked over, confused. "Lu Feng? So you arrived before me. What's going on?"
"Tang San, Dorm Seven has a rule. Whoever has the stronger fists is the boss. How about we spar a bit?"
Lu Feng grinned at him, eyes gleaming like he was looking at a lucky prize!
Tang San paused to think but didn't hesitate for long. "Alright. Let's do it."
He still remembered clearly how Lu Feng had split an arrow in mid-air with a machete back on the hillside in Holy Soul Village.
In his heart, Lu Feng was no weaker than a grown man.
That's why Tang San had mentally replayed that scene over and over, hoping to repay that 'saber grudge.'
As a disciple of Tang Sect — I will not lose to anyone!
"Lu Feng! Take this!"
Tang San stepped in and threw a punch, rapidly closing the distance.
Lu Feng watched the whiteness flash across Tang San's fists and smiled subtly. But he quickly gathered his focus.
This was his first real fight with the protagonist of the original story — he couldn't afford any slip-ups.
Bang! Bang!
Their fists and feet clashed again and again, each probing the other's strength.
Suddenly, both fighters picked up the pace.
Boom boom boom! A flurry of explosive hits echoed like firecrackers.
Wang Sheng and the others stared in awe at the spectacle.
He was shocked to realize — he couldn't beat either of them.
Especially Lu Feng — fast punches, powerful strikes — he wouldn't last three minutes against him.
"Phew… Good thing I didn't listen to that brat and fight him earlier," Wang Sheng sighed in relief.
In the ring, Lu Feng sidestepped left to dodge Tang San's punch. Twisting his body, he pivoted off his left foot and used the momentum to swing his right fist in a backhand strike.
Tang San hadn't expected such a fast reaction. He raised his arms to block, his hands turning into gleaming white jade —
Xuan Yu Hand — Cold as frost, immune to poison!
Boom!
Their powers clashed. Tang San staggered back two steps, but the blow had been neutralized.
"What power!" Tang San was shocked, arms trembling slightly.
Still, he quickly made a decision.
Swish swish!
Tang San's speed surged. Phantom afterimage trails appeared behind him —
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step!
His hands became blurs as he struck at Lu Feng's Tiger's Mouth acupoint, Curved Elbow acupoint, and Shoulder Well acupoint —
All key nerve clusters. A light strike could numb, a strong one could knock out.
Bang bang bang!
They exchanged a flurry of blows.
Crash!
Tang San smashed into the dorm door, causing a loud thud — but he wasn't hurt. Instead, his eyes gleamed with victory.
"What a bizarre technique!" Lu Feng shook his sore arm, frowning.
Even though he hadn't gathered many [Attribute Points], his body strength rivaled that of a teenager.
Yet now, after just ten-plus minutes of fighting, he was actually feeling fatigued?
"Lu Feng, give up! I bet your whole body feels sore and drained, right?" Tang San smirked.
"Damn, this new guy's a monster! Are we switching bosses again?" the skinny kid exclaimed.
Smack!
Wang Sheng slapped his head. "Shut it, brat!"
Wang Sheng now saw clearly — these two were in a whole different league.
"Tang San, when it comes to physical combat, you're the best I've ever faced. I, Lu Feng, acknowledge you as the strongest!"
As he spoke, spirit energy surged in Lu Feng's body. A cooling sensation rose from his dantian, flowing into his limbs.
Instantly, the soreness eased, and his spirit power even showed signs of breakthrough!
Xuan Tian Art — From the Dao comes One, primal chaos gives birth to two forms, four images, and endless cycles.
Lu Feng smirked. "But… that's still not enough! Got any more tricks? Bring them on!"
"Huh? You can still fight?"
Tang San looked at Lu Feng, surprised at first — then… a strange sense of kinship lit up within him.
As if a fire ignited in his chest, his blood began to boil.
"Alright! If you're still standing, I'll fight to the end! Lu Feng, get ready!"