"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"How could anyone have five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings at the Soul King stage?!"
Zhao Wuji said instinctively, but when Lin Feng's first Soul Ring lit up and the Ten-Thousand-Year soul skill Wind Blade activated, Zhao Wuji immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Wind Blade was an extremely common soul skill in Douluo Continent. For example, the first soul skill of Gale Demon Wolf martial souls was Wind Blade. Besides that, many other wind-element martial souls also had Wind Blade as their first soul skill.
Yet Zhao Wuji had lived for so many years and seen countless powerful experts, but he had never encountered such a formidable Wind Blade.
Even back when he had offended Spirit Hall, the wind-element martial soul bishop they had sent after him had possessed a first soul skill, Wind Blade, nowhere near as powerful as Lin Feng's. That bishop's Soul Power had reached level sixty-eight—he had been a high-level Soul Emperor.
Lin Feng's Wind Blade did not resemble a Soul Emperor's first soul skill at all. Its power was more like an ordinary Soul Emperor's sixth soul skill.
Only a Soul Emperor's sixth soul skill could briefly force back a level seventy-six Soul Sage like him.
"What's going on with your Soul Rings? A wind-element martial soul master's first soul skill should indeed be Wind Blade, but it shouldn't be black, much less possess the power of a Ten-Thousand-Year soul skill." After being knocked outside the hotel by Lin Feng's strike, Zhao Wuji stared warily at Lin Feng's Soul Rings.
However, Lin Feng had no interest in answering him. "Take a guess."
With a flick of the folding fan in his hand, a massive Wind Blade over ten meters long shot toward Zhao Wuji at a terrifying speed. By then, Zhao Wuji had recovered from his shock over Lin Feng's Soul Rings. His first yellow Soul Ring lit up. Immovable Ming King Zhao Wuji's first soul skill—Immovable Bright King Body!
When Lin Feng's Wind Blade came within less than a meter of Zhao Wuji, golden light erupted from Zhao Wuji's body and directly reflected Lin Feng's first soul skill away. Clearly, even with a Ten-Thousand-Year soul skill, it was no easy matter for a Soul King to face a Soul Sage.
As Lin Feng's Wind Blade was easily neutralized by Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji's second Soul Ring lit up. "Great Vajra Palm!"
Zhao Wuji's hands transformed into bear paws and lunged at Lin Feng with terrifying force. Empowered by his level seventy-six Soul Sage cultivation, a single strike was enough to severely injure a Soul Emperor or kill a Soul King.
This was especially deadly for agility-attack and support-type Soul Emperors and Soul Kings.
However, Lin Feng was no ordinary Soul King. As a soul master born after the era of Douluo 3, fighting above one's level was practically routine for ordinary geniuses. Thus, facing Zhao Wuji's Soul Sage-level attack, Lin Feng showed no hint of panic. The plump cat on his shoulder opened its mouth, and then Lin Feng's fourth Soul Ring lit up.
"Fourth soul skill, Cloud Mist Control."
Everyone saw the small cat on Lin Feng's shoulder open its mouth and spew out vast amounts of mist. In an instant, it spread across hundreds of meters, blocking everyone's vision.
Before Zhao Wuji's Great Vajra Palm could even touch Lin Feng's body, the thick clouds and mist around him had already rendered him completely blind.
"This is bad—Teacher Zhao can't see!" Tang San's expression darkened. Having fought Zhao Wuji before, he knew that Zhao Wuji's strength lay in close combat. Once the fight shifted to long range, Zhao Wuji would be unable to bring his power into play, and his strength would be greatly reduced.
Thinking that even he had been able to exchange a few moves with Zhao Wuji, Tang San felt that Zhao Wuji's situation was probably about to turn dire.
However, just as Tang San was thinking this, Dai Mubai patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Tang San. It'll be fine. Teacher Zhao will avenge Fatty."
Tang San looked at Dai Mubai in surprise. Dai Mubai, however, did not seem surprised by Tang San's confusion and calmly explained.
"Tang San, I know you're thinking about the fight you had with Teacher Zhao not long ago. But have you considered that back then, you were Teacher Zhao's student, not his enemy?"
"Teacher Zhao held back the entire time, and there was also an extremely short time limit. He had to defeat you without truly defeating you, while also controlling the force of his attacks, because you were a Shrek student. But does that kid have any of those conditions?"
Hearing that, Tang San immediately understood what Dai Mubai meant.
"That's right. This isn't an exam. Facing someone who killed Hongjun, Teacher Zhao has no need to hold back, nor could he possibly hold back. Teacher Zhao's level seventy-six Soul Power means time is ultimately on his side. Even if that person's soul skills are powerful, the stronger the soul skill, the more Soul Power it consumes. In a contest of Soul Power, Teacher Zhao naturally can't lose to a level sixty Soul King. As long as the fight continues, Teacher Zhao is guaranteed to win."
As Tang San spoke, he also recalled Lin Feng's soul skills. Thinking of those uniformly Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, he could not help feeling envious. He instinctively thought of the Grandmaster. Since the Grandmaster was reputed to be unmatched in theory, he should have some method to raise Soul Rings to the ten-thousand-year level. But then Tang San remembered that the Grandmaster seemed to have only two Hundred-Year Soul Rings.
Tang San immediately frowned. The Grandmaster had never told him how to obtain an entire set of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, and Tang San began to harbor a slight doubt toward him. Yet he quickly shook his head and cast the suspicion from his mind.
How could the Grandmaster, who was known as unmatched in theory, possibly have something he did not know? After all, the Grandmaster had recognized at a glance that he possessed Twin Martial Souls. It was impossible that he was simply clueless about Twin Martial Souls or anything like that.
That would be as impossible as him not being human!
With that thought, Tang San felt somewhat reassured and decided to ask the Grandmaster later how to raise his Soul Rings to the ten-thousand-year level, thereby making up for the weakness of his Blue Silver Grass.
While Tang San and Dai Mubai were completely unconcerned for Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji, within the range of Cloud Mist Control, was panicking badly.
In theory, he should have felt no pressure against a level sixty Soul King still one Soul Ring away from becoming a Soul Emperor. In terms of endurance, he should have held an absolute advantage. After all, Soul Power became more condensed at higher levels, and the gap between each level grew larger. In terms of sustained Soul Power, he could confidently say that the advantage was his.
But the problem was that ever since Lin Feng activated Cloud Mist Control, he seemed to have stopped holding back. Vast numbers of Wind Blades came at him from every direction, as though they were not Ten-Thousand-Year soul skills but ordinary hundred-year first soul skills. They battered him miserably.
However, being unable to find his enemy and only taking Wind Blades was not Zhao Wuji's worst problem. The worst part was that Lin Feng was about to get serious.
"Fifth soul skill, Extreme Wind Meteor Kill!"
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