Early morning, Yang Residence.
Yang Wudi was practicing his spear technique in the quiet courtyard, as he did every day.
In the small courtyard, his movements were agile, and the wooden spear in his hand whistled as he wielded it. The spear shadows flickered, glinting with a cold light under the sun.
Yang Wudi's Martial Soul was the Soul Breaking Spear. Possessing the strength of a Soul Douluo was not only due to his extraordinary talent but also his arduous daily practice.
At this moment, Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing, led by Yang Jiu, entered the courtyard.
Yang Wudi's gaze was sharp as electricity, glancing over casually.
His gaze lingered on Lu Feng for a moment, and in an instant, he made a judgment.
This extraordinary young man should be the genius youth he had seen on the poster at the Spirit Arena.
However, Yang Wudi did not stop his movements but continued to practice his spear technique with focus.
Firstly, he hadn't finished drilling this set of spear techniques yet, and giving up halfway wasn't his style.
Secondly, he also wanted to use this opportunity to test this young man's temperament and see how much patience and self-restraint he had.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jiu sighed inwardly.
The Clan Master was good in every way, except that he was naturally aloof and arrogant.
Now that the guests had arrived, and both sides were here to discuss cooperation, it was really inappropriate for the Clan Master to leave them hanging.
But he was just a steward; how could he dare say anything? After all, he couldn't afford to offend either side.
On the other side, seeing Yang Wudi's arrogant attitude, Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly, feeling displeased.
However, she held back and said nothing.
Before coming, she and Lu Feng had agreed that everything on this trip would be led by Lu Feng.
Lu Feng stood there quietly, his gaze fixed tightly on Yang Wudi's every move, watching him practice.
Yang Wudi's thrusting speed was extremely fast. The spear tip stabbed forward like a phantom, dazzling the eyes. At the same time, his feet moved flexibly left and right, clearly executing a sophisticated footwork that complemented the spear technique.
Just then, two orbs of light dropped from the courtyard:
[Obtained Purple Cultivation Method [Soul Breaking Spear Technique] Fragment *1]
[Obtained Purple Cultivation Method [Floating Cloud Step] Fragment *1]
"Good!"
Lu Feng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but clap and shout.
Hearing the voice, Yang Wudi looked over. He saw Lu Feng's face brimming with joy, which didn't seem fake.
At this moment, Yang Wudi stopped his movements, strode forward, cupped his hands, and bowed. "Third Prince, Miss Zhu, forgive Yang for his rudeness in making you wait."
Lu Feng waved his hand casually, a sincere smile on his face, and praised, "Clan Master Yang's title of 'Invincible Long Spear', seeing it today, truly lives up to its reputation."
Yang Wudi smiled upon hearing this. "The Third Prince praises me too much. I have merely persisted in practicing day after day for many years."
His tone carried a hint of humility, but the smugness on his face couldn't be concealed.
Clearly, he had sufficient confidence in his own strength.
Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly capturing the trace of pride that flashed across Yang Wudi's expression.
"Yang Wudi is solitary, obstinate, and direct in his actions. He has spent his whole life researching how to increase his attack power, and he is obsessed with refining various medicines."
Recalling the evaluation of Yang Wudi in the original work, a flash of inspiration struck Lu Feng's mind.
The Broken Clan probably didn't lack ordinary resources or money.
And with Yang Wudi's personality, he probably wouldn't care much about high positions, generous salaries, or titles.
If one wanted to subdue such a person, coercion and bribery wouldn't work. Moreover, even if you defeated this kind of person with force, he might not be truly convinced.
Simply put, Yang Wudi was a stubborn, single-minded person.
The best way to make him convinced heart and soul was to subdue him in the fields he was most confident and skilled in.
And what Yang Wudi was best at was, first, his own attack power, and second, the art of medicine refining.
Thinking of this, Lu Feng immediately had an idea.
With a smile on his face, he cupped his hands and said, "Clan Master Yang's spear technique is truly superb and exquisite. It made me itch to try. Why don't we spar a bit and let me broaden my horizons?"
Hearing this, Yang Wudi was stunned for a moment, a look of surprise on his face.
He had practiced spear arts in front of Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing partly to complete his daily training and maintain his condition.
On the other hand, he also wanted to use this to display his strength and show the other party who was boss.
In the past, those who came to recruit him, after seeing his exquisite spear technique, mostly started flattering him, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got straight to the point to discuss cooperation terms.
But why wasn't this Third Prince playing by the rules?
Besides, even if this Third Prince was exceptionally talented, he was just a Soul King. And Yang Wudi was a genuine Soul Douluo; the disparity in strength between the two sides was vast.
Are young people nowadays so conceited that they don't know the immensity of heaven and earth?
The corner of Yang Wudi's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a teasing smile. "Third Prince, this old man has practiced this Soul Breaking Spear Technique for almost seventy years. In terms of soul power, this old man might not compare to those Titled Douluo, but when it comes to spear technique..."
He paused deliberately, his eyes revealing a proud look, and continued, "In the entire continent, there are really few people who can catch this old man's eye."
On the other side, hearing Lu Feng's proposal, Yang Jiu couldn't help but rub his ears, thinking he had heard wrong.
Someone actually dared to compete with his Clan Master?
He had lived for so many years, yet it was the first time he had seen such an arrogant young man.
Lu Feng's mouth curled up slightly, thinking to himself: This old guy is really conceited enough.
He chuckled lightly and said, "What a coincidence. I have also practiced fist techniques for more than ten years. Over these years, I have rarely met an opponent who can compete with me."
"Fist techniques?" Yang Wudi frowned slightly.
He suddenly realized that since Dai Mubai proposed a spar, it naturally wasn't a contest of soul power between Soul Masters.
After all, their soul power differed by three major realms. He was really worried that he might accidentally injure the other party.
Living under someone else's roof, he had to give the Imperial Family some face.
"Bang!" The long spear in Yang Wudi's hand slammed heavily onto the ground, making a dull sound.
"Since the Third Prince has such interest, this old man will naturally accompany you to the end."
Seeing this, a cunning smile curled the corner of Lu Feng's mouth. "Just sparring feels a bit lacking. Why don't we add a little wager to make the competition more interesting?"
"A wager?" Yang Wudi frowned, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"Alright. Third Prince, what do you want to bet?"
Lu Feng smiled, took out a gold VIP card from his Soul Tool, and shook it in his hand.
"If I am lucky enough to defeat Senior, please agree to one thing. If I lose, this Soul Coin card belongs to Senior. What do you think?"
Seeing that gold VIP card, Yang Wudi's eyes widened instantly, full of shock.
He naturally knew that this small gold card represented at least one million Gold Soul Coins. And it could be withdrawn from any bank in the two great empires.
"This..." Although Yang Wudi had a straightforward personality, he wasn't stupid.
He naturally understood the purpose of Lu Feng's visit, which was most likely to recruit the Broken Clan.
But this Third Prince was so generous and appeared so confident. Did he really have something to rely on?
However, since the other party took the initiative to deliver money to his door, what reason was there to refuse?
Even if this was a bait, he planned to get the benefits first.
Yang Wudi's thoughts turned, and a smile appeared on his face. "In that case, this old man respectfully accepts."
Saying this, soul power surged around him, his aura suddenly became sharp, and he said loudly, "Yang Wudi, level 82 Power Attack System Battle Soul Douluo, please enlighten me!"
Several dark lines appeared on Lu Feng's forehead, and he complained inwardly: Enlighten? Enlighten what?
You, a Soul Douluo who has lived for decades, are still engaging in these pretentious formalities?
He cupped his hands slightly and said expressionlessly, "Dai Mubai, level 51 Battle Soul King, please enlighten me."
Facing Yang Wudi, who was not yet determined to be friend or foe, Lu Feng decided to be cautious and concealed his true soul power of level 59.
"Please." Lu Feng shouted in a low voice, his eyes revealing confidence and composure.
Without using soul power, challenging Yang Wudi head-on, Lu Feng had no fear at all.
Even though he was bare-handed, just as he said, after nearly ten years of practice, these pair of fists were his most powerful weapons.
"Hah!" Yang Wudi shouted fiercely, his voice like a great bell.
He swung the long spear in his hand forward, and his whole person's aura instantly rose to the extreme.
His figure moved with the long spear, without any superfluous movements. An incomparable sharp and terrifying aura rushed straight toward Lu Feng's chest.
The Broken Clan was named for "Breaking".
Once Yang Wudi thrust this spear, it was like an arrow leaving the bow string; there was no possibility of stopping.
"What a fast spear!"
Lu Feng's eyes sharpened instantly.
He didn't hesitate to throw the first punch, followed closely by the second, his momentum like waves, layering upon each other.
Under the clever compression of the fist force, white light faintly flashed in the fist wind, containing infinite power.
"Bang!"
Lu Feng's fist smashed heavily onto the spear shaft. The huge impact knocked the spear, which was sure to hit, off course, the spear tip grazing past his body.
"This is... Disorderly Splitting Wind!"
Seeing Lu Feng's second punch, Yang Wudi's face darkened slightly.
He had followed the Clear Sky Clan for many years, so he was naturally very familiar with the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method.
It was just that he hadn't expected the Third Prince to use his fists instead of a hammer to execute this move. It truly exceeded his expectations.
Immediately, Yang Wudi waved his arms, the spear shaft shaking violently, smashing fiercely toward Lu Feng's legs.
This move originated from his first soul skill, the 'Quake' formula.
Although the attack power of Disorderly Splitting Wind was strong, its weakness was also very obvious: it required charging up in place, which undoubtedly gave the opponent an opportunity.
However, just as the spear shaft was about to hit Lu Feng's thigh, Lu Feng miraculously teleported half a meter, cleverly dodging Yang Wudi's sure-hit strike.
"This is! Explosive Step!"
Light flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes, full of shock.
He could understand Lu Feng using the Disorderly Splitting Wind Fist Technique, after all, this move wasn't too rare in the Soul Master world.
But this Explosive Step?
He had once seen this move, originating from a genius Soul Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He didn't expect to see it on the Third Prince today.
"Is this the foundation of the Imperial Family?"
"Sure enough, for the two great empires to stand for a thousand years without falling, none of them are simple."
Yang Wudi marveled inwardly, and the arrogance in his heart also subsided a lot.
"Sou." Yang Wudi quickly took two steps, his figure flashing, dodging Lu Feng's fist.
At the same time, the wooden spear in his hand trembled suddenly. The spear tip drew a graceful arc in the air, stabbing toward Lu Feng with a fierce momentum.
"Bang." Lu Feng turned halfway in the air, his right fist thrown out like a black meteor, colliding with the wooden spear swung by Yang Wudi.
"Whoosh, whoosh." Both retreated two steps, and for a moment, they fell into a stalemate again.
Off the field.
Yang Jiu watched the two in a stalemate, stunned.
In his impression, his Clan Master's spear technique had always been forging ahead courageously, unstoppable.
He had never seen the Clan Master use defensive techniques.