Zhang Lexuan: I Misjudged Two People in My Life

"Level ninety-eight Titled Douluo!"

Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo exchanged glances. Both felt the same aura from the old man as they did from Profound Elder, clearly indicating he was also a level ninety-eight Super Douluo.

Considering his Soul Ring configuration was even more formidable than Profound Elder's, the old man before them was likely no weaker, and possibly stronger, than Shrek's Profound Elder.

The thought that the old man opposite them was as powerful as Profound Elder sent a chill down Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo's spines.

Others might not know how terrifying a level ninety-eight Titled Douluo was, but they knew all too well.

During the soul hunting operation led by Profound Elder in the Star Dou Great Forest, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear, whose strength was equivalent to an ordinary Titled Douluo, had been easily defeated by Profound Elder with just a few slaps, without him even releasing his Spirit. The bears had scattered in panic.

Back then, Profound Elder's level ninety-eight strength had been such a source of reassurance to their side. Otherwise, they, as Shrek students, wouldn't have dared to rest in that forest formed by a Hundred-Thousand-Year Banyan Tree. They were twelve elite Shrek students; how could none of them recognize the Banyan Tree as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast?

Shrek's understanding of Spirit Beasts wasn't that poor. The reason they didn't flee was because of the immense power Profound Elder had displayed not long before, so much so that they were completely unconcerned about the Hundred-Thousand-Year Banyan Tree daring to attack them.

However, they never expected that the level ninety-eight Profound Elder would actually lose track of them.

A Super Douluo, and one close to being a Limit Douluo at that, losing track of a group of students was as unbelievable as the Master, who had taught a god, actually being a fraud who merely sought fame. It seemed impossible.

Yet, they never imagined that a level ninety-eight Super Douluo would actually do something so contrary to common sense and lose them without a word. If he had given them any warning beforehand, allowing them to prepare, they wouldn't have ended up with only two survivors out of twelve, and even those two were saved by Lin Feng.

Now, with such immense power standing against them, and with no possibility of him losing track of them, Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo were no longer worried; they looked resigned to their fate.

"Senior, please let them go. I'll go with you!" Zhang Lexuan stepped forward, enduring the level ninety-eight pressure.

From the chilling aura emanating from the old man, she could tell he was no good. But facing a level ninety-eight, Zhang Lexuan believed this was a situation where not everyone would survive.

Although Lin Feng had displayed great strength before, his appearance and bone age made it impossible for Zhang Lexuan to consider him a top-tier expert.

"Hehehe, little girl, you're in no position to negotiate with me. I'll take you and that other little girl. As for that old fellow, no matter how old he is..."

The old man's gaze fell on Lin Feng. "To be able to ignore my pressure and still keep others conscious within my domain... If I were to devour your soul, perhaps I could advance further."

"I am Nightmare Douluo. State your Title. This is your last chance to speak your dying words."

Hearing the old man call himself Nightmare Douluo, Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and casually pushed Zhang Lexuan behind him. "Nightmare Douluo? Are you a spirit-type Soul Master?"

The old man licked his dry lips. "Indeed. And your Title? Hurry up, my patience is limited!"

"I haven't advanced to Titled Douluo yet, so I don't have a Title for now. As for my name, forget it. I can't be bothered to say it. You're not worthy of hearing it."

As Lin Feng spoke, seven Soul Rings—red, red, red, red, red, red, and platinum—appeared around him. Then, his entire body was enveloped by the two-character Battle Armor. Following that, Lin Feng's seventh, platinum-gold Soul Ring lit up, activating his Million-Year Spirit Avatar!

Seeing that the seven Soul Rings surrounding Lin Feng were all at least Hundred-Thousand-Year, with one even looking like a legendary Million-Year Soul Ring, Nightmare Douluo was surprised. But immediately, disdain flashed in his eyes. "Not only do you like to pretend about your age, but you also like to pretend about your Soul Rings. A charlatan playing tricks. Have you ever seen a real Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring Skill?"

"Fine, I'll let you witness a genuine Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring Skill! Ninth Spirit Skill! Endless Nightmare! Sorrow of the Soul!"

"No!" Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo cried out in alarm. As Nightmare Douluo's ninth Soul Ring lit up, at that moment, they felt as if they saw Lin Feng being killed by Nightmare Douluo's Ninth Spirit Skill. They no longer cared about the opponent's strength and prepared to step forward to take the damage from the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring for Lin Feng.

However, on one hand, their strength was insufficient to advance under the level ninety-eight pressure. On the other hand, Lin Feng was also restricting them from moving forward.

Thus, they could only watch from behind as Lin Feng confronted Nightmare Douluo, watched Lin Feng withstand Nightmare Douluo's attack, and watched Nightmare Douluo spit blood and fall unconscious instantly.

Zhang Lexuan: "???"

Han Ruoruo: "???"

The sudden turn of events left them stunned. They couldn't understand how Nightmare Douluo, who had been an insurmountable opponent moments ago, instilling only despair, had spat blood and fallen unconscious immediately after unleashing his Ninth Spirit Skill.

"Sister Ruoruo, what just happened? Did you see clearly?"

Han Ruoruo shook her head. "I don't know. Based on the situation, it looks like a backlash from a spirit skill, but..."

Han Ruoruo didn't finish her sentence. "Level ninety-eight suffering a spirit skill backlash." She recognized the words, but when put together, she couldn't comprehend what had happened.

It was understandable. "Level ninety-eight suffering a spirit skill backlash" was too obscure a phrase. It was so obscure that if they hadn't witnessed it firsthand, they wouldn't have dared to believe it was real.

"Lin Feng, what's going on?" After failing to figure out what had happened, Zhang Lexuan chose to ask Lin Feng directly.

"It's nothing. Spirit-type Soul Masters are like this. If their spiritual power is lower than the opponent's, they risk backlash when using spirit-type spirit skills against an enemy. His spiritual power was inferior to mine, so he suffered a backlash and became an idiot. That's all."

"Even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Skill can cause a backlash?" Zhang Lexuan frowned upon hearing this. She knew spirit-type Soul Masters were generally weak and couldn't make a name for themselves, but she hadn't expected even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Skill of the spirit type could cause a backlash.

"Of course," Lin Feng nodded.

Let alone a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Skill. In the original work, Huo Yuhao's Million-Year Spirit Skill, Soul Shock, also carried the risk of backlash. Otherwise, Lin Feng wouldn't have chosen all his Soul Rings to be wind-attribute. The benefits of spirit-type spirit skills were meager compared to the potential side effects.

Zhang Lexuan glanced at the now-idiotic Nightmare Douluo, and she pressed her forehead. In her life, she had misjudged two people, and Nightmare Douluo was one of them.