I Bet Your Fists Can't Hurt Me!!

"Brat, get lost and go sit somewhere else."

Just as Lin Feng and Gray Wolf were enjoying their meal, a cold voice rang out.

Lin Feng raised his head.

A young man and woman stood before him.

The girl wore a luxurious golden gown, her bewitching figure curvaceous and alluring.

Her long legs were slender and smooth.

Her exquisite features were like those of a fairy, carrying both a trace of holiness and a foxlike charm. Her pink eyes seemed capable of stealing one's soul.

The boy had short red hair and wore a black robe.

The boy was named Yan, while the girl was Hu Liena.

Gray Wolf glared furiously at Yan.

What?!

This bastard actually wanted to steal This Great King's lamb.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and get lost with your pet."

"Otherwise, I'll make you regret it." Seeing how clueless this brat Lin Feng was, Yan pointed at him and said angrily.

He had simped for so long before Goddess Hu Liena had finally agreed to come out and eat with him.

"Lin Feng, get him."

"This Great King will not allow such a powerful existence to remain." Gray Wolf was furious. All lambs belonged to Gray Wolf. Trying to steal them? No chance.

"It can talk?" Hu Liena, who had been about to persuade Yan to calm down, had a shocked look in her beautiful eyes.

Soul beasts could only speak after reaching the Hundred-Thousand-Year level, but Gray Wolf clearly was not in that situation.

"A talking detached mutated martial soul?" After pondering for a moment, Hu Liena came to a conclusion.

Martial souls came in all shapes and forms.

Mutated martial souls were extremely rare.

On Douluo Continent, anything that could not be explained could be attributed to mutation.

Mutated soul skills, mutated martial souls, mutated Soul Bones, and so on.

It was said that Master Yu Xiaogang's martial soul was a mutated martial soul.

However, this was the first time Hu Liena had seen a talking, detached mutated martial soul.

"Brat, I'll give you one more chance. Get lost right now." Yan did not care whether it was mutated or not. All he wanted was to have a proper date with Goddess Hu Liena.

Yan stomped his foot, and two Soul Rings swiftly rose into the air, releasing an intense pressure.

Lin Feng stood up and looked at Yan without the slightest panic. "I bet a simp like you doesn't dare to make a move."

"You bastard!" Yan furiously raised his fist and slammed it toward Lin Feng's head.

"Wait—" Hu Liena was about to stop him when her delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes widening.

The scene she had imagined, of Lin Feng being sent flying with one punch, did not appear. Instead, the instant Yan's fist landed, a tremendous rebounding force struck back.

Before Yan could react, his body was already sent flying like a cannonball.

As for Lin Feng, he was clad in Emperor Armor and completely unharmed.

"How is that possible?!" Yan staggered to his feet and sucked in a breath of cold air.

What had just happened?

He had punched a six-year-old brat, yet he himself had been sent flying?

That punch of his had been enough to instantly kill a Soul Master above level twenty.

"A Soul Bone?"

Hu Liena's eyes widened in disbelief.

Hu Liena believed that the armor on Lin Feng's body had been transformed from some mysterious mutated Soul Bone.

Gray Wolf cast Yan a disdainful glance. "Little trash, get lost already."

"You think you're worthy of competing with This Great King for lamb?"

"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death."

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!" Yan roared as he raised his fist and charged at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng did not resist, allowing Yan's punch to land.

The next instant, Yan's body was once again sent flying like a cannonball, smashing a deep crater into the ground in the distance.

"This..." Hu Liena was completely dumbfounded.

Yan could be considered one of Spirit Hall's most outstanding talents of their generation, greatly valued by her teacher, Bibi Dong, the Pontiff of Spirit Hall.

Yet even after using all his strength, he could not defeat a six-year-old brat—and his opponent had not even moved.

Yan struggled to his feet. His previous arrogance was gone, replaced by deep wariness as he stared at Lin Feng. "Who exactly are you?"

Lin Feng glanced at Yan, then withdrew his gaze, dismissed the armor, picked up a piece of lamb, and put it into his mouth. "I'm just a passing Armor Hero."

Yan was a little dazed.

What the hell was an Armor Hero?

Hu Liena walked up to Lin Feng with a smile and extended her hand. "Nice to meet you. My name is Hu Liena."

"Your Holiness the Pontiff of Spirit Hall is my teacher."

"We were in the wrong just now. I apologize to you."

"Lin Feng. Nice to meet you too." Lin Feng extended his hand and smiled.

Spirit Hall did not care about one's background. As long as one had ability, one could have a boundless future.

It suited his current situation quite well.

"May I ask which faction you belong to, young friend Lin Feng?" Hu Liena asked.

"I'm just an orphan who grew up in Spirit City. Nothing worth mentioning," Lin Feng said.

Hu Liena, who had also been born an orphan, felt considerably more favorable toward Lin Feng.

Yan, standing to the side, had his mouth twitch.

An orphan?

Since when were orphans this badass?

"Do you have any plans for the future?"

"If not, I can take you to meet my teacher."

"With your abilities, you will definitely be put to good use," Hu Liena said.

Lin Feng was only six, yet he could already crush Yan, who was above level twenty. What about when he was ten? Twenty?

Hu Liena did not dare imagine it.

If such a promising young talent fell into another faction's hands, it would be no good news for Spirit Hall.

"Sorry, but I like freedom," Lin Feng said. To make it out in the world, one needed backing and a faction in order to get anywhere.

Without Emperor Armor, he definitely would have agreed.

But now...

Gray Wolf paid no attention to the conversation between Lin Feng and Hu Liena.

At that moment, he was busily enjoying the food.

"Lin Feng, try this. It's really delicious." Gray Wolf grabbed a piece of roasted lamb and handed it to Lin Feng.

"Okay." Lin Feng nodded.

"Lin Feng, do you have any way to bring my wife here?" Gray Wolf slowly asked halfway through eating.

"If my Cultivation Level increases, there may be a chance."