Douluo: Manifesting the Black Abyss and White Flower at the Start Chapter 64: Fighting Soul King Tang San

"Oh, I see!"

When Firefly heard Gu Yue refuse, a flash of joy appeared on her face, but she quickly put on a look of regret and said, "That's a sha. This cake is really delicious." She then turned to the silver-purple long-haired, pointed-eared girl beside her and casually asked, "Castorice, do you want so?"

Castorice sat there quietly. She looked a bit dazed, but this didn't affect the unique aura she gave off.

She wore a white and purple dress adorned with butterfly decorations, delicate black gloves on her hands, and pure white stockings on her legs. She looked just like a princess out of a fairy tale—so beautiful it was hard to look away.

Hearing Firefly's words, she nodded slightly. Then, to Firefly's surprise, she reached out and took the small cake from her hand.

"Thank you!"

Her voice was soft, as quiet as she was.

"Pfft!"

March Seven couldn't help but giggle at the scene.

"That's Castorice," Robin continued introducing. "She's gentle and quiet, but if possible, try not to touch her."

Gu Yue looked puzzled, but Robin didn't elaborate.

Robin's gaze then turned to the last person in the classroom—a white-haired boy lying on his desk, wearing a black eye-mask.

Seeing that the boy was still connected to the simulation universe and hadn't logged out, Robin smiled helplessly. "That's Lu Jingming. Mm, you could say he's our class monitor."

Gu Yue narrowed her eyes, recalling the scene from yesterday when she was pierced by a single shot—her chest still ached from the mory.

A simulation body in the virtual universe usually only has about 80% of the real body's strength. If there's little data, it might only have less than 50%.

In other words, the Lu Jingming who instantly killed her in the simulation was even stronger in reality.

Thinking of this, Gu Yue looked at Lu Jingming with a fighting spirit in her eyes.

Noticing her expression, Robin showed a knowing look. All new students took the simulation assessnt, and Gu Yue had obviously done so.

To have beco an S-class student, she must have passed the five-star assessnt and even challenged the six-star, encountering Lu Jingming's projection.

But had Lu Jingming himself been online and fighting? If so, Robin looked at Gu Yue with a trace of sympathy.

In the simulation, Lu Jingming never held back—even March Seven had been beaten to tears by him.

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In the simulation universe, air currents surged as Lu Jingming, dressed in black, stood with his Black Abyss spear. The spear was jet black, its cold light flickering at the tip as if it could devour all light.

Countless Blue Silver Emperor vines surged from all directions, like an impenetrable net intent on trapping and killing Lu Jingming.

The vines were thick and tough, etched with strange patterns and surging with powerful soul power.

But Lu Jingming remained calm, moving like lightning, weaving through the strangling vines with ease.

In his hands, the Black Abyss spear danced, leaving afterimages everywhere. Countless spear shadows flashed, too fast to follow.

Wherever the spear shadows went, the thick blue-purple vines instantly withered, their life force vanishing, turning to ash and disappearing into the virtual battlefield.

"Boom!"—a thunderous crash, the air seeming to shatter under a heavy blow.

Lu Jingming flickered like lightning in front of a young man with long blue hair.

The young man was strikingly handso with an unusual aura. Lu Jingming twisted his body slightly, his right leg swinging like a black flash, instantly kicking the young man's face. The force was so great the blue-haired youth's face visibly warped, his body blasted away like a cannonball.

He crashed into the ground, leaving several deep pits, and the earth around him cracked by the impact.

Where he slid, a trench dozens of ters long was gouged out, and both sides of the earth heaved up—a testant to the power of Lu Jingming's kick.

The blue-haired youth, his face swollen like a pig's head, climbed from the ruins expressionlessly. Around him floated five soul rings: two yellow, one purple, and two black, radiating powerful soul power.

As his fifth soul ring shone black, Blue Silver Grass frantically twisted and condensed in his right hand, rging and fusing to form a blue-black spear.

"Fifth soul skill: Blue Silver Overlord Spear." The blue-haired youth's voice was a bit stiff.

As he spoke, a piercing sound split the air—a blue light shot forth like a teor toward Lu Jingming.

Where it passed, the air was torn open, leaving a clear mark.

Lu Jingming's expression remained calm, unhurried.

He lightly raised his black spear, scarlet lightning crackling at its tip.

With a crack of red lightning, the black spear tore through the air, colliding with the Blue Silver Overlord Spear.

In that instant, ti seed to stop, the world falling silent.

The two spears t tip to tip, enormous power clashing, warping the air into visible ripples that spread outward.

But in the next mont, the highly condensed, thunder-ford power of decomposition unleashed terrifying might.

Like a greedy devourer, it instantly dissolved all the soul power from the Blue Silver Overlord Spear.

Without soul power, the Blue Silver Overlord Spear beca an empty shell, shattering inch by inch.

Fragnts of the spear danced in the air, glimred faintly, then faded into nothing.

But the Black Abyss spear didn't stop—it turned into a black-red lightning bolt, piercing the blue-haired youth's forehead with overwhelming force.

The blue-haired youth's body beca points of light, vanishing from the simulation as if he'd never been there.

Watching this, Lu Jingming's face remained calm. He said quietly, "Soul King Tang San—so that's all?"

At this mont, Lu Jingming's four soul rings—two purple, two black—shone brightly with a powerful aura.

Lu Jingming felt a bit disappointed. He'd expected the simulated Tang San to be a tough opponent but was left underwheld.

Tang San hadn't even forced him to use any soul skills, which was a letdown.

At age twenty, Tang San possessed level fifty-nine soul power, twin martial souls, external soul bones, and many Tang Sect secret skills.

Even if the simulation could only replicate 80% of his power, Lu Jingming found him far too weak.