Heaven Dou City,
Within the solemn hall, sandalwood incense drifted through the air, and the carved beams and painted rafters exuded the grave majesty of royalty.
"Dear Teacher, lend your student one or two experts. A Title Douluo would be best, but a Soul Douluo will do too. No Support System Soul Masters. This support god will personally join the fight. I won't borrow them for nothing; when the time comes, I'll give Teacher a share."
"The higher the combat strength, the higher the reward. Urgent, urgent, urgent. Hurry with all possible speed."
Xue Qinghe, dressed in the Crown Prince's usual attire, sat behind his desk and read the letter that had just arrived. His temples throbbed faintly, and he let out a helpless sigh.
"Borrowing people for revenge? He's only been gone for a few days, and he's already pulling this on me. I don't even know what to say about him."
How could he not know what Lin Feng was thinking? Using revenge as an excuse, he intended to loot Blood Wolf's treasury along the way.
But at the mention of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, the gentle smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by bone-chilling coldness. He said indifferently,
"Snake Lance, make a trip there and help that fellow wipe out the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group."
"Remember, treat him as you would treat me. Keep a close eye on him. He must not suffer the slightest injury—not even lose a single hair."
A rough yet respectful voice immediately sounded from the shadows.
"Rest assured, Young Master. This subordinate will not fail the mission!"
Two days later,
Shrek Academy,
After finishing training, Lin Feng had just returned home when he spotted a burly middle-aged man in black-and-green combat attire sitting upright inside.
The man's aura was restrained, yet it faintly carried a heart-palpitating pressure. One look was enough to tell that he was no ordinary person.
Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face and strode over,
"Hello, sir. You must be the top expert my teacher sent, right?"
He swiftly poured a cup of hot tea and asked tentatively,
"May I ask what I should call you, sir? Your cultivation..."
"What a slick little brat."
She Long looked at the overly familiar Lin Feng before him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. With the unique arrogance of a Title Douluo, he said,
"I am She Long, the Snake Lance Title Douluo."
"A Title Douluo!"
Lin Feng was somewhat surprised, but wild joy immediately surged through him.
As expected of my beloved teacher. He sent a Title Douluo with a single move. This is in the bag.
His smile became even more attentive.
"Uncle Long, thank you for making this special trip to help me. Once this is settled, please thank my teacher for me when you return."
"Don't worry. Once we clear out the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, half of everything we gain will be your payment. I definitely won't let you make this trip for nothing."
Hearing that, She Long thought more highly of the boy.
He knows how to handle things!
Having spent so many years in the Soul Master world, he naturally knew how rich the foundations of a top mercenary group that had occupied the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest for years would be.
He did not put on airs or refuse. He merely answered in a gruff voice.
"Fine."
"But when the time comes, you'd better stay obediently in the rear. If anything happens to you, this old man won't be able to explain himself to the Young Master."
Lin Feng nodded repeatedly, then turned and rushed toward Flender's office in a whirlwind.
"Uncle Long, have some tea first. I'll go find the Dean and the others. Time waits for no one—we'll set out as soon as we're ready."
Three days later,
On the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest,
Rest Town was brightly lit.
Deep within the dark forest, Lin Feng sat upon a thick tree branch, gazing from afar at several particularly conspicuous and luxurious estates on the edge of town.
Bright red flags flew high atop the estate halls, embroidered with ferocious blood wolf totems. Outside the gates, several armored Soul Master guards lazily patrolled with sabers at their waists, yawning from time to time.
She Long stood beside him with his arms crossed. He glanced at the so-called Blood Wolf Mercenary Group headquarters, his face full of disdain.
"Kid, you have no idea what this old man is capable of. Just stay right here."
"For a little wolf den like this, this old man can slaughter his way through alone in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."
Lin Feng looked at the somewhat impatient She Long and said cautiously,
"Uncle Long, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."
"You may be a Title Douluo, but you still can't instantly kill a Soul Douluo who is determined to flee, let alone when there are several Soul Saints. If even one of them escapes, the loss will outweigh the gain."
As he spoke, he carefully explained the defensive effects of Blade Armor and Cloak of the Witch once more to Flender, Zhao Wuji, and She Long.
He also went over the enhancement effects of the Red and Blue Buffs and the Tyrant's Arrival of the Monarch, afraid that these powerful figures would not take them seriously.
She Long had only heard the Young Master mention that this boy's support Martial Soul was bizarre. He had never experienced it firsthand.
Listening to that string of exaggerated attribute boosts, doubts rose in his heart, and he could not help urging,
"Enough, enough. Hurry up and apply them to this old man. I want to see whether your support abilities really are that outrageous."
Lin Feng did not waste any words. The palm-sized Blessing Gold Pouch suddenly appeared, its golden Small Money Bag floating above his palm and emitting a soft glow.
One yellow and one purple Soul Ring rose beneath his feet, slowly revolving around him as Soul Power instantly surged forth.
"Blue Sentinel Power!"
"Red Sentinel Power!"
"Arrival of the Monarch!"
"Blade Armor!"
"Cloak of the Witch!"
In an instant, two mysterious halos, azure and crimson, appeared around the four of them in succession.
Black Berserk lightning patterns faintly emerged beneath their feet, while a translucent dark-blue shield formed around them, radiating an unusual magical glow.
+300% Magic Defense +300% Physical Defense +180% Health ...
The four of them felt a vast power instantly course through their bodies. Their attack power, defense, Soul Power endurance, vitality—nearly every attribute—was skyrocketing and doubling. An unprecedented sense of strength filled every limb and bone.
She Long, whose cultivation was the highest, felt it most clearly.
He was already a Level 91 Power Attack System Title Douluo. With this outrageously powerful set of enhancements stacked to the limit, it was no exaggeration to say that, relying on these boosts alone, he would not fear facing a Level 94 Title Douluo head-on.
Seeing the shock on everyone's faces, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth could not help but rise. He reminded them in a low voice,
"The effect of Arrival of the Monarch only lasts fifteen minutes and can't be triggered again for a short time. So we must end this quickly. We absolutely cannot drag this out."
She Long was now truly experiencing the terror of this boy's Martial Soul.
How was this an ordinary Support System ability? It was clearly a humanoid enhancement weapon capable of turning the tide of battle!
Even the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, known as the number one support Martial Soul in the world, could not provide such comprehensive and exaggerated attribute boosts.
If anything happened to this Little Ancestor while he was under his protection, forget the Young Master sparing him—if the Grand Offering Elder learned of it, he would probably cleave him in two with a single sword strike.
"Remember, you absolutely cannot join the battle!"
At that thought, the casualness on his face instantly disappeared. His expression turned incomparably solemn as he fixed his gaze on Flender and ordered in a tone that allowed no argument,
"Forget it... Flender, you protect this boy. If he loses even a single hair, this old man will chop you alive."
"Uncle Long, I know my own role."
Seeing how nervous She Long was, Lin Feng helplessly waved his hand.
"Besides, I still haven't used Wrath of the Dominator. I'm not that fragile. Stop wasting time—if we keep dragging this out, the buff duration will be over!"
As he spoke, his first Soul Ring lit up again, applying Wrath of the Dominator to himself. With a thought,
A deep dragon roar exploded overhead, and a dark spatial vortex appeared. Three Dominator Vanguards flew out from the vortex.
A powerful dragon's might spread outward, and the noisy insect chirping in the surrounding forest instantly fell silent.
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