Reincarnated With The Designer Martial Soul

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and once again, the youngsters gathered on the open field for their daily training. This time, however, there was a marked difference in the atmosphere. Nearly everyone was practicing Iron Flow Boxing , their movements sharp and deliberate as they shouted loudly with each punch and kick. Even Wang Lei and his gang, who had previously been lazy troublemakers, trained with surprising intensity, throwing themselves into every technique with newfound determination.

The reason behind this transformation was clear: over the past week, most of the participants had managed to sense Qi, qualifying them for further cultivation. To support their growth, the village chief had distributed Spiritual Stones equally among all those who showed promise. With such treasures in hand, morale soared, and the air buzzed with excitement.

Among the group, Li Wei stood out like a beacon of pride and arrogance. Surrounded by admirers, including Mei Ling, he basked in the attention. Mei Ling watched him with envy as he summoned his Grade 5 Broad Sword Martial Soul. Compared to its previous dull glow, it now shimmered in golden hues, exuding an intimidating aura that left no doubt about his advancement into the Qi Refining stage.

"So, he really reached the Qi Refining stage!" Mei Ling thought inwardly, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I need a couple more days… I have to work harder!"

Around Li Wei, flattery flowed freely.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother!" one youth exclaimed.

"You're the best among us!" another chimed in.

"That Lin Feng guy is no match for you!" someone sneered.

"Humph! How could you compare that weakling to Senior Brother?" another voice added derisively. "Senior Brother is the son of the Hunting Elder! Not only that, but his Martial Soul is incredibly powerful."

"Haha! How can a measly breeze compare to a broadsword?" someone laughed mockingly.

"Indeed, look at him! Lin Feng is too arrogant! How dare he ignore Senior Brother?"

The crowd jeered and pointed fingers at Lin Feng, badmouthing him relentlessly. This made Li Wei swell with pride, feeling invincible and superior. But his satisfaction quickly turned to annoyance when he noticed Lin Feng standing apart from the group, completely ignoring him.

Unable to tolerate being overlooked any longer, Li Wei shoved his admirers aside and strode confidently toward Lin Feng.

"We've been training for quite some time now, and things are getting dull," Li Wei declared, smirking down at Lin Feng. "Why don't we spar? It'll be good practice."

Lin Feng hesitated, weighing the implications. While part of him yearned to test his skills in a real fight, another part warned against drawing unnecessary attention. He knew better than anyone how dangerous it was to stand out too much—especially given Li Wei's connections. Moreover, something about Li Wei's aura felt off. Despite breaking through recently, his energy seemed unnaturally stable, hinting at external assistance or resources beyond what others had access to.

Before Lin Feng could respond, the village chief appeared, having overheard the exchange.

"You should battle," the elderly man declared firmly. "Only through real-life combat can one truly learn and grow. Besides, martial arts progress fastest under the pressure of actual battles."

Li Wei's lips curled into a satisfied grin, but the village chief's next words doused his confidence like cold water.

"But," the old man continued, raising a finger for emphasis, "you will fight without using your Martial Souls. That way, it will be a fair contest."

"The village chief is wise," the crowd murmured approvingly, their anticipation rising. Without relying on Martial Souls, the outcome became unpredictable. Everyone had seen how seriously Lin Feng practiced Iron Flow Boxing —his movements precise, fluid, and infused with power. Many believed he might even surpass others in pure martial arts skill.

Still, doubts lingered. Martial arts alone couldn't bridge the gap between two vastly different Martial Souls—a Grade 9 versus a Grade 5. The disparity was akin to comparing heaven and earth.

"Who do you think will win?" one spectator whispered.

"Probably Senior Brother Li Wei," another replied confidently. "He's bigger and looks stronger!"

"And don't forget—he's wearing leather armor!" a third chimed in.

The crowd gossiped excitedly, sizing up the fighters. Despite the daily feasts provided by the village, Lin Feng still appeared frail and thin compared to Li Wei's muscular frame clad in sturdy leather armor. Their appearances highlighted the stark contrast in their backgrounds—one resembling a scholar in patched-up clothes, the other a warrior ready for battle.

Standing opposite each other, the two locked gazes, their expressions serious. What began as a simple request for a sparring match now carried the weight of personal grudges and pride. While Lin Feng struggled to understand why Li Wei harbored such animosity toward him, one thing was clear: neither intended to lose.

The clash erupted with explosive intensity. Li Wei charged forward like a bull, his fists reinforced by Qi slamming into the air with thunderous force.

"You're nothing but a weakling hiding behind clever tricks!" Li Wei snarled, throwing a heavy punch aimed at Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng dodged nimbly, sidestepping the attack with calculated precision. His movements were economical yet effective, conserving energy while probing for weaknesses in Li Wei's aggressive style.

"Clever tricks?" Lin Feng replied coolly, his tone laced with mockery. "If that's what you call surviving, then so be it."

Enraged by the jab, Li Wei unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one faster and more brutal than the last. The leather armor covering his knuckles added extra weight to his blows, making them even harder to withstand.

"You think you're smart, don't you?" Li Wei growled, his breathing growing heavier. "But brains won't save you here!"

Despite his speed, Lin Feng quickly realized the challenge posed by Li Wei's leather armor. Every strike he landed was partially absorbed, negating much of the damage. Still, he refused to back down.

"Strength isn't everything," Lin Feng shot back, delivering a swift kick to Li Wei's side. "You'll see that soon enough."

Li Wei roared in frustration, launching another series of attacks. His punches came in rapid succession, forcing Lin Feng to retreat step by step. Sweat dripped from both fighters' brows as the tension mounted.

"You're just running away!" Li Wei taunted, pressing his advantage. "Is this all you've got? Pathetic!"

Lin Feng didn't respond immediately. Instead, he focused intently, analyzing Li Wei's movements. He noticed subtle flaws in his opponent's footwork—small openings that revealed themselves whenever Li Wei overextended his strikes.

With a sudden burst of speed, Lin Feng darted forward, slipping past Li Wei's guard. A sharp elbow strike landed squarely on Li Wei's ribs, eliciting a grunt of pain.

"What?!" Li Wei stumbled back, momentarily stunned.

"This is far from over," Lin Feng said calmly, his voice carrying a note of finality.

The crowd roared with excitement, cheering for both fighters. Some rooted for Li Wei's brute force, while others admired Lin Feng's finesse and strategy.

As the battle dragged on, sweat poured down both combatants' faces. Li Wei's breathing grew heavier, his attacks becoming less precise. Sensing an opening, Lin Feng executed a flawless combination—a swift kick to the knee followed by a palm strike to the chest.

Crack!

Li Wei stumbled backward, his balance faltering. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng delivered a final spinning kick that sent his opponent crashing to the ground.

Silence fell over the field as everyone stared in disbelief. Against all odds, Lin Feng—the frail orphan with a Grade 9 Martial Soul—had emerged victorious.

Humiliated and seething with rage, Li Wei refused to accept defeat. As Lin Feng turned to leave, thinking the match concluded, Li Wei summoned his Broad Sword Martial Soul behind his back. With a roar, he swung it toward Lin Feng's unsuspecting form.

"Damn!" Lin Feng thought, sensing danger too late to react.

Just as the blade was about to strike, the village chief intervened. A chilling harrumph echoed across the field as he flicked his finger, releasing a ray of spiritual energy.

Boom!

The Broad Sword Martial Soul shattered instantly, and Li Wei coughed up blood as he was flung several meters away, landing heavily with severe injuries.

"How dare you?" the village chief bellowed, unleashing his overwhelming aura. The temperature dropped, and fear gripped everyone present as their blood ran cold.

After a tense moment, the village chief calmed himself, restraining his aura. He then pulled out a small pouch and handed it to Lin Feng.

Peeking inside, Lin Feng's eyes widened in astonishment. Seven Lower-Grade Spiritual Stones glittered within.

"Thank you for your kindness, Chief!" Lin Feng bowed deeply, gratitude evident in his voice.

"Haha! Work hard! I have high hopes for you!" the village chief patted his shoulder warmly before addressing the crowd.

"We won't be continuing today. You may all leave."

His tone left no room for argument, and the students dispersed quietly, sensing the village chief's lingering displeasure. Of course, they didn't forget to drag the injured Li Wie back to his house.