Lin Feng observed Ning Fengzhi.
He secretly sighed. After the Clan Head swapped traits, his temperament had changed drastically—he was unexpectedly easy to talk to now.
It seemed the [Kind] trait truly made him much more gentle.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng looked up with a calm expression and addressed Ning Fengzhi:
"Since that's the case, Clan Head Ning…"
"If our Lin family wins, not only must your sect immediately withdraw from this area, but you must also keep the secret of Flame Valley for us."
"What do you say, Clan Head Ning?"
"No problem!"
Ning Fengzhi agreed almost without hesitation, his tone crisp and bold.
"If the Lin Clan emerges victorious, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will not utter a word of what transpired here."
"Our ten-thousand-year soul bone and business alliance shall also be gifted to the Lin Clan."
"What boldness, Clan Head Ning!"
Lin Ye, standing nearby, couldn't hide the joy in his eyes upon hearing this.
Though he was filled with doubt—when did Ning Fengzhi become so generous and agreeable?—he still stepped forward and praised him with a clasped fist and a smile.
Lin Feng, standing behind him, also nodded in satisfaction.
Just then—
Not far away, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, having overheard the conversation, looked hesitant.
He quickly walked over to Ning Fengzhi and whispered in concern, "Fengzhi, are you really going to agree to this? What if we lose…"
"Uncle Jian, you're overthinking it."
Ning Fengzhi turned to him with a confident smile and patiently explained:
"We've already won two matches. There are only three left. Even if the Lin family pulls off a miracle, they couldn't possibly win all of them, right?"
With that, he turned and walked with Sword Douluo to the side, leaving space for the duel.
"Lin Feng, go! This Soul King match is yours."
Lin Ye's expression relaxed, full of trust.
"Don't worry. I've got this."
On the arena stage, war drums thundered, and the crowd from both clans erupted with excitement.
Lin Feng and his opponent Liu Yu locked eyes and slowly stepped forward.
"System, Trait Insight," Lin Feng whispered in his heart.
[...]
As expected, this opponent was another Rank 59 Soul King, on the verge of breaking through to Soul Emperor—a control-type Soul Master, no less.
The corners of Lin Feng's lips curled into a relaxed smile.
As the two took their positions, the war drums ceased. The match officially began.
"Martial Soul: Jade Flute!"
In an instant, Liu Yu's gaze sharpened. Five soul rings lit up under his feet, and his aura surged.
"Third Soul Skill: Echoing Melody!"
Liu Yu swiftly brought the jade flute to his lips, performing an elegant tune.
A misty green fog enveloped the arena, obscuring vision.
Within the haze, faint silhouettes flickered.
Suddenly, a jade flute—charged with soul power—shot out like lightning from the mist.
Its speed was staggering.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
Lin Feng reacted immediately.
In an instant, red flames ignited around his body, his aura surging.
Even the Soul Masters watching below felt pressure from his martial soul and exchanged puzzled glances.
Why was this martial soul so strange?
"Huh? Even my Seven Kill Sword feels suppressed… what kind of martial soul is this?"
Sword Douluo looked on, shocked.
Ning Fengzhi beside him was also visibly surprised.
Meanwhile, deep underground, an ancient voice stirred.
"Hm? This aura… could it be the Master?"
"Wonderful! Master has finally returned!"
The once uncertain voice now brimmed with excitement, as though it were about to burst through the earth.
Back on the surface—
"Second Soul Skill: True Dragon Scales!"
In the blink of an eye, a layer of brilliant golden dragon scales wrapped around Lin Feng.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a series of heavy impacts, the golden dragon scales dissipated with Lin Feng's intent.
"My attack… it was blocked that easily?"
Liu Yu looked at the unscathed Lin Feng in shock.
This soul skill carried a mental shock component! You should at least be a little dazed!
"Brother, that's all you've got?"
Lin Feng smiled teasingly.
"Come forth!"
As soon as he spoke, Lin Feng's aura skyrocketed.
A raging sea of fire erupted in the sky, bathing the arena in crimson light.
Thanks to the attached special effects, the fire exuded a soul pressure akin to a Soul Emperor.
"What?!"
"How can a Soul King release a Soul Emperor's aura?!"
Liu Yu's face was filled with disbelief.
No wonder the Lin family was so confident today, insisting on completing the matches.
So this was the strength they had prepared!
Ning Fengzhi clenched his teeth, nervously watching the stage.
"This young man… so young, yet so powerful. He'll surely become a Titled Douluo in the future."
"And the Lin Clan head—he also looks like he's about to break through to Titled Douluo."
"I've also heard their young master is even more talented, surpassing Lin Ye…"
"If that's true, could the Lin Clan one day produce three Titled Douluo?"
The more he thought about it, the more cautious Ning Fengzhi became.
"A terrifying clan indeed. We must ally with them. To make an enemy of them would be…"
Back on the stage—
Liu Yu shook off his shock and grew alert.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Lament of the Qiang Flute!"
A bamboo forest erupted, growing wildly.
Within seconds, it blanketed the entire arena, concealing Liu Yu's position.
But Lin Feng smiled faintly and whispered, "Futile."
A surge of scorching flames burst forth.
The bamboo forest was instantly incinerated by the devastating blaze.
Liu Yu's figure was revealed in the far corner of the stage.
Gasps rang out from the crowd.
"Found you!"
"First Soul Skill: Fire Dragon Constriction!"
A fiery dragon shot from Lin Feng's front, entangling Liu Yu.
With a clenched fist, Lin Feng hurled him off the platform with a loud boom.
"Well done!"
The match ended, and Lin Ye beamed with joy.
As Lin Feng stepped down, he turned to Lin Jian and said, "Don't hold back—go all out!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
Lin Jian was already eager to battle.
Though Lin Jian was freakishly talented, Lin Feng didn't require him to hide it—his level wasn't yet incomprehensible.
He leapt onto the stage, shouting, "Hey, where's my opponent? Come out already!"
Below, a furious Li Hu, already prepared, charged up.
"Brat! Come get your beating!"
Below the duel platform, Sword Douluo was startled the moment he saw Lin Jian.
That aura… could it be…?
"Martial Soul—Fire Lotus Sword!"
Suddenly, Lin Jian burst forth with a towering sword aura.
Sword Douluo's eyes widened in astonishment.
As expected, he had sensed correctly—this boy was a prodigy, already grasping sword intent at such a young age!
He himself had only comprehended it in his later years…
Moreover, Lin Jian's sword intent was highly aggressive—completely different from his own killing-based sword intent.
What a pity this boy wasn't a disciple of their sect. He'd definitely take him in as a pupil otherwise.
Thinking that, Chen Xin's face filled with regret.
Ning Fengzhi beside him was equally astonished, eyes wide open.
But before they could collect their thoughts—
"Red Lotus Domain!"
A domain imbued with Red Lotus Sword Intent formed around Lin Jian, drawing Li Hu inside.
At that moment, Sword Douluo's expression turned sour.
The domain he had spent decades mastering… this youth had already awakened it?!
How outrageous!
Was the Lin Clan blessed by the God of Luck or something? One monster after another!
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