Following behind Qiu Lin toward Team One's training ground, Li Fei saw Meng Shenji single-handedly suppressing Zhong Weibiao and the other six. Three more people stood nearby, watching intently, afraid of missing any detail.
After Li Fei and Qiu Lin arrived, they quietly watched the battle in the arena.
Meng Shenji truly deserved his title as a Soul Douluo. Beneath the black mist of his Black Demon martial soul, Zhong Weibiao and the other six were completely restrained. Only through tight coordination could the seven of them barely remain standing on the arena under Black Demon's attacks.
"How is it?" Qiu Lin asked.
"The seven work well together. Being able to hold on against Instructor Meng for so long is impressive, but they still lack a certain presence—a fearless, all-out fighting spirit!" Knowing that Qiu Lin was testing him, Li Fei smiled and gave his assessment.
"There's nothing we can do about that. The students at Heaven Dou Academy are all children of nobles. None of them have experienced danger or faced life and death. It's already good enough that they can remain this composed against attacks from a Soul Douluo like Instructor Meng!" Qiu Lin sighed. It was not that they did not want Zhong Weibiao and the others to undergo wilderness survival training, but their parents were all nobles. If anything happened, the academy would not have an easy time of it either.
Li Fei said nothing more. Instead, he pondered how he would deal with the omnipresent black mist of someone like Meng Shenji. A single moment of carelessness would leave him controlled and at another's mercy.
As expected, a Soul Douluo is still a Soul Douluo. No matter how I fight, I can't escape Meng Shenji's control!
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