Zhao Wuji turned around and saw a young man still seated where Canghui Academy had been sitting earlier. He held a folding fan, while a winged little cat that looked rather adorable lay sprawled across his shoulder.
The young man was exceedingly handsome, truly a jade-like face among strangers, an unparalleled gentleman in this world.
Zhao Wuji, however, felt nothing about it. After all, he was not a woman, and his orientation was perfectly normal.
Moreover, strength was revered above all in the Soul Master world. He would not think any more highly of a man just because he was handsome. In his heart, only experts like the Clear Sky Douluo deserved his respect.
As for Lin Feng, who was clearly still walking the path toward becoming strong, Zhao Wuji could not even be bothered to spare him another glance.
So after briefly sizing Lin Feng up, Zhao Wuji strode away, even withdrawing his soul rings.
"Xiao Bai, Tang San, deal with him."
Zhao Wuji pointed behind him, and Dai Mubai rolled his neck as he prepared to make a move.
But before he could do anything, Ma Hongjun, whose injuries had recovered after eating Oscar's first soul skill, Sausage Uncle, had already leapt up.
"Hehehe, no need for Boss Dai and Third Brother to trouble yourselves. He's just some pretty boy—leave him to me!" Ma Hongjun declared, patting his chest.
As a fat man whose appearance was utterly unappealing, he was deeply displeased by Lin Feng, whose looks felt practically insulting to him.
Dai Mubai shrugged indifferently. "Fine, leave him to you. But be careful. Don't get beaten up again."
"Don't worry, Boss Dai. I'm a phoenix! If the three of us couldn't beat him, could the two of us not beat him either?"
The moment Ma Hongjun finished speaking, Lin Feng swung his folding fan, and a powerful Wind Blade suddenly shot toward Ma Hongjun. Before Ma Hongjun could react, Ma Hongjun became Ma H--ongjun in the next instant.
"Fatty!"
Blood soaked the ground. Seeing the sudden change, Dai Mubai's eyes split with fury.
Tang San's face instantly turned cold, violet light bursting from his eyes as he thought, He killed someone the moment they disagreed. A villain like this has already embarked upon the Path to Certain Death!
His hand swiftly swept across Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night, and dozens of Hidden Weapons flew out using a special technique. Yet all of them stopped one meter away from Lin Feng.
"A sneak attack? What a pity. The gap between our strengths is simply too great."
Another Wind Blade flew from the folding fan, this one aimed directly at Tang San's throat.
"Third Brother, watch out!"
Seeing Tang San in danger, Xiao Wu was about to rush forward. However, Zhao Wuji, relying on his advantage in Soul Power, arrived before her despite not being a speed-type Soul Master. He appeared in front of Tang San and blocked the Wind Blade for him.
"Teacher Zhao." Tang San broke out in a cold sweat from the Wind Blade. At that moment, he suddenly felt that before absolute strength, his Hidden Weapons might not be able to accomplish much.
But Tang San had no time to wallow in despair. They needed to survive first.
Zhao Wuji looked at the wound on his arm. It was not serious, but blood had already seeped out. His gaze locked tightly onto Lin Feng. "A high-level Soul Emperor?"
"No. I'm still at least one Sixth Soul Ring away from a high-level Soul Emperor."
At those words, everyone in the restaurant could not help drawing a sharp breath.
In this era of Dou Yi, the words Soul Emperor and young simply did not belong together. Yet Lin Feng had clearly shattered that notion.
"My goodness, is that real? He's so young, yet he's only one soul ring away from becoming a Soul Emperor. Compared to him, even Boss Dai is a little..." In an instant, Oscar forgot to grieve Ma Hongjun's death and subconsciously looked at Dai Mubai, who shot him a glare.
"What are you looking at? He only looks young. Who knows how old he really is!"
"I'm seventeen." Lin Feng silently took a sip of tea and casually answered Dai Mubai's question about his age.
In an instant, the entire place was stunned.
But Tang San was undoubtedly the one whose mindset shattered the most.
Only one soul ring away from a Soul Emperor? Seventeen years old? That meant he was only five years older than me? Five years... could I reach Soul Emperor with nothing but this Blue Silver Grass in five years? That seemed impossible.
Once Lin Feng revealed his age, Tang San's mentality completely collapsed.
"What kind of joke is this? In all my years, I've never seen anyone reach level fifty at seventeen! Don't let this brat fool you!" Zhao Wuji warned everyone.
Tang San in particular was the person Zhao Wuji most needed to remind.
Not long ago, the Clear Sky Douluo had beaten him up and told him to take good care of Tang San. Zhao Wuji had only just begun looking after him when Tang San's mentality collapsed. He could not bear that responsibility, so he hurriedly reminded them all.
With Zhao Wuji's warning, everyone recovered somewhat. However, the failure of his Hidden Weapons was ultimately too great a blow to Tang San. In his view, Hidden Weapons were the foundation that allowed him to establish himself in this world. Now that foundation had failed, and the blow had left him somewhat like his original-self, ready to obsessively practice the Clear Sky Hammer.
Seeing that Tang San had not been comforted much, Zhao Wuji's expression darkened as he glared viciously at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng tapped the folding fan in his hand. "Immovable Ming King, I wasn't lying."
"Hmph. Whether you lied or not is no longer important. You killed a Shrek student. Today, you must pay with your life!"
Zhao Wuji shouted angrily. It would have been one thing if Lin Feng were not seventeen, but if he truly was seventeen, then his talent was far too terrifying.
If Lin Feng really was seventeen, then given a few more years to grow, even he and Flender would likely be no match for Lin Feng. And now, Lin Feng already had an irreconcilable conflict with him—or rather, with Shrek. This matter was destined not to end peacefully.
The outcome would either be that he killed Lin Feng today, or that Lin Feng would cultivate to the level of a Spirit Douluo and come for Shrek in the future. This was destined to be a life-or-death clash.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji could not help feeling fortunate that he had offended Lin Feng early. Had he offended him any later, he would probably have ended up completely crushed by Lin Feng in the future.
Lin Feng claimed that he was still one Sixth Soul Ring away from becoming a Soul Emperor. If that was true, then everyone would be happy—a Soul Sage against a Soul King. The advantage was clearly his.
If it was false, that was fine too. Based on his own assessment, Lin Feng was merely a high-level agility-type Soul Emperor. A Soul Sage against a Soul Emperor—the advantage was still his. No matter how Zhao Wuji thought about it, he could not imagine himself losing.
That had been the case originally.
As for why it was only originally, it was because Lin Feng released his soul rings as well.
Black, black, black, black, black. As five identical Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings appeared, Zhao Wuji's face nearly matched their color.
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