Your Speed Is Nothing Special

The morning sun slowly rose, and the purple qi dissipated!

Another new day had arrived!

The Training Camp seemed especially lively today!

What Lu Yuan had not expected was that there was no training on the training grounds today. All the trainees had gathered there, standing in separate factions. Apart from the scattered trainees, the four major factions were the most conspicuous.

Lu Yuan walked alone across the training grounds, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

Of the four faction leaders, Lu Yuan had already met two. One was Yan Xiang, while the other was Qin Yuan, with whom he had had an unpleasant encounter.

Lu Yuan gave Yan Xiang a slight smile. He had a somewhat favorable impression of this straightforward youth. As for the hostile looks Qin Yuan kept sending his way, Lu Yuan simply ignored them.

The leaders of the remaining two major factions were Feng Yuyan, ranked fourth among the Training Camp's Four Great Experts, and Lin Feng, who ranked first.

Feng Yuyan wore a long purple dress. Her jade-like face carried a faintly seductive charm, and her beautiful purple hair framed her snow-white skin. She was a true beauty.

Lin Feng, meanwhile, wore fitted black clothing. His appearance was unremarkable, even somewhat ordinary, but he possessed a calm, detached air that immediately set him apart. Within the Training Camp, Lin Feng had always held an exceptional status.

After carefully studying Lin Feng, Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes. This was the first person in the Training Camp who had made him feel threatened.

"Lin Feng? Interesting!" Lu Yuan murmured as he headed toward Yan Xiang.

"So this is the Lu Yuan everyone in the Training Camp has been talking about? He really is something!" While Lu Yuan noticed Lin Feng, Lin Feng noticed him as well.

With his keen senses, he immediately detected the faint sense of danger emanating from Lu Yuan. This kid who had just entered the Training Camp was quite extraordinary!

"Brother Lu Yuan, you're here!" Yan Xiang laughed heartily and patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder.

"Brother Yan Xiang, isn't the Training Camp training today? Why is everyone gathered here?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Isn't today your practical combat exercise? Don't you know that every time there's an exercise like this, the instructors let everyone watch? That's why no tasks are assigned on this day," Yan Xiang said.

"I see." Lu Yuan nodded slightly.

"Hehe, come on, Brother Lu Yuan. Let me introduce you to the brothers of our Nether Gate!" Yan Xiang said enthusiastically, introducing them one by one.

Lu Yuan returned their greetings in turn, allowing them to become familiar with one another.

Before long, the chief instructor arrived.

Chris stood at the center of the training grounds, his gaze fixed on the many trainees as he said solemnly, "Trainees, there is no training task today, but there is a battle that you need to witness!"

"Lu Yuan, step forward!"

Hearing Chris's voice, Lu Yuan stepped out. He stopped less than two meters from Chris, turned around, and looked at the crowd.

"This trainee is Lu Yuan, a newly joined trainee. Perhaps you do not know him very well yet!"

"But that does not matter!" Chris continued. "I believe that from today onward, all of you will know him!"

"According to the Training Camp's rules, every new trainee must undergo a practical combat exercise with an old trainee. Today is Lu Yuan's practical combat exercise. I hope that Lu Yuan will grow through it, and I also hope that you will learn more things worth learning from today's exercise!"

"Now then, the practical combat exercise officially begins!" Chris gave the order.

"For today's practical combat exercise, Lu Yuan's opponent is Qin Tian, an Agility-Attack Soul Master. Trainee Qin Tian, please enter the field!" As the manager of the training grounds, Har spoke after Chris issued the command.

"Xiao Tian!" Qin Yuan made a throat-slitting gesture at Qin Tian.

Qin Tian curled his lips and silently mouthed, "Don't worry."

Lu Yuan was six years old and about 1.2 meters tall.

Qin Tian was ten years old and over 1.5 meters tall!

Standing together, Qin Tian was more than a full head taller than Lu Yuan!

"Qin Tian, ten years old, Martial Soul: Wind Wolf, a level nineteen one-ring Agility-Attack War Soul Master!"

"Lu Yuan, six years old, Martial Soul: Golden Dragon, a level fifteen one-ring Power Attack System War Soul Master!"

"Level fifteen?" The moment they heard Lu Yuan's words, the training grounds erupted in gasps. Reaching level fifteen at the age of six—he was a genius among geniuses!

"Level fifteen!" Yan Xiang laughed heartily. "This kid really isn't simple. I thought he was only level eleven or twelve at most!"

Yuan Xin nodded as well. Reaching level fifteen at six was a little outrageous. He had been eight when he reached level fifteen.

"Level fifteen—looks like he has Innate Full Soul Power!" Not far from Yan Xiang and the others, Feng Yuyan blinked her beautiful eyes and spoke.

"Innate Full Soul Power!" Lin Feng gazed calmly at Lu Yuan in the center of the training grounds, a trace of emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Damn it!" Unlike the others, Qin Yuan's expression turned ugly. Naturally, he could think of what everyone else had thought of. His Innate Soul Power had only been level eight. He had been able to break through to Soul Grandmaster at ten only because of a spiritual medicine given by his family. But Lu Yuan might break through to Soul Grandmaster before even reaching nine.

This made the already narrow-minded Qin Yuan even more jealous.

"But Xiao Tian is already level nineteen. So what if he's a genius? He'll still be destroyed by Xiao Tian!" Qin Yuan seemed to have already imagined Lu Yuan being crippled by Qin Tian, a savage smile spreading across his face.

"Level fifteen!" Qin Tian's gaze sharpened. A dragon-type Martial Soul Master at level fifteen definitely would not be weak in attack power. But judging from his Martial Soul type, his weakness should be speed! Having struggled in the Training Camp for three years, Qin Tian possessed this much insight.

"Wind Wolf, huh!" Soul Power circulated through Lu Yuan's body, and the phantom image of a Golden Dragon appeared behind him. A yellow soul ring tinged with threads of purple swayed beneath him—Martial Soul Possession!

"What intense Martial Soul pressure!" Qin Tian's expression became increasingly grave. Lu Yuan's Soul Power was clearly lower than his, yet the pressure from his Martial Soul made Qin Tian's Wind Wolf Martial Soul feel afraid.

"I can't let this continue!" Qin Tian charged toward Lu Yuan, moving like a sprinting wolf with astonishing speed!

"Heh!" Lu Yuan stood still as Qin Tian's figure gradually enlarged in his eyes!

Whoosh! Qin Tian's wolf claw struck. Lu Yuan lightly shifted his body aside, and the claw swept past above his face!

Whoosh! His sweeping kick struck empty air. Before Lu Yuan's leg could even reach him, Qin Tian had already vanished!

"Good!" Qin Yuan shouted loudly from a distance. This was how he should fight.

"Heh!" Qin Tian smiled faintly. Just as he had expected, Lu Yuan's weakness was speed.

Qin Tian increased his speed, turning into a gray blur. His sharp yet tough wolf claws continuously clawed at Lu Yuan's neck and waist.

After another kick missed, Lu Yuan smiled faintly, a trace of indifference appearing on his face. "Is this your speed? It seems like nothing special to me!"