This Power Doesn't Belong to You

Lin Feng saw his expression and knew he couldn't count on him to help with the testing, so he simply grasped all four Infinity Gold Coins in his palm and merged them into himself.

In an instant, a powerful force surged through his entire body, his strength skyrocketing by 360%—not a bit more, not a bit less, exactly the stacking limit for three Infinity Edge blades.

Just as he had anticipated, the fourth Infinity did not provide any additional amplification.

He felt a little disappointed.

The Infinity is truly strong, but the soul power consumption is somewhat exaggerated; just these few Infinity Edge blades had already drained nearly 70% of the soul power within his body.

Five sharp, dark-gold Terror Claw blades extended from the knuckles of his right hand in response.

He looked toward a towering tree not far away that would take ten people to encircle, poured all his soul power into the Terror Claw, gathered all his strength, and slashed fiercely at the trunk.

"Hum!"

A golden claw beam, condensed to the extreme, tore through the air and instantly pierced the thick trunk. Its sharpness undiminished, it sliced straight through.

"Boom!"

Within a hundred meters, over a dozen ancient towering trees snapped in unison and crashed to the ground, the cross-sections of every trunk as smooth as a mirror.

Lin Feng was slightly stunned, looking at the Terror Claw in his palm with disbelief, and muttered:

"Is this the kind of power a support-type Soul Elder like me can possess?"

Hiss! With just this terrifying strike alone, it would be no exaggeration to say he could tear a Soul King-level soul master to shreds.

Is this the great power brought about by stacking three Infinity blades?

It's truly monstrous! It actually allowed a mere Soul Elder like him to possess power capable of threatening a Soul King.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at Flender beside him, and seeing his calm expression, he couldn't help but raise his Terror Claw.

"Dean, I'm a support-type soul master! Don't you think there's something wrong with this situation?"

"A problem? There certainly is."

Flender looked at his smug appearance, nodded indifferently, and said seriously:

"The one who is strong isn't you; it's your Godly Gear."

Feeling the explosive power within his body reaching its peak, he stood with his hands behind his back and said arrogantly:

"Seriously, Little Lin, these three pieces of Godly Gear of yours are truly terrifying. Right now, I feel like I could go head-to-head with a Soul Douluo..."

He paused, reached up to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone filled with disdain.

"No, what kind of trash is a Soul Douluo? As I am now, even if I were to face a Title Douluo, I would dare to clash with them head-on."

"Hey! Old man, did you get it backward? The one who is strong isn't you; it's my Godly Gear."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him and retorted, his mouth twitching as he watched Flender acting as if he were invincible after gaining the power of the three Infinity blades.

"Dean, did you drink too much fake wine? You want to challenge a Title Douluo? Please, you're just a measly Soul Saint."

Just as Flender was about to speak, his sharp hawk-like eyes instantly caught sight of a massive ten-thousand-year Rock Steel Rhino a hundred meters away.

"I was just worrying about not having anyone to practice on; this comes just in time."

His fourth soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Air Blade!"

"Hum—"

Ten invisible, sharp air blades condensed instantly, rushing toward the ten-thousand-year Rock Steel Rhino with a piercing whistle that tore through the air.

With a muffled chi-la sound, the air blades sliced through the thick hide of the Rock Steel Rhino, which was famous for being as tough as steel, and as flesh and blood surged, the blades cut deep into its hard bones.

A single move was enough to leave this ten-thousand-year soul beast, known for its defense, severely wounded.

The Rock Steel Rhino let out two shrill cries, its copper-bell-sized eyes devoid of any thought of revenge; it turned its massive body without looking back and bolted into the depths of the dense forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It knew how strong its own defense was; even a human Soul Douluo-level powerhouse would find it difficult to easily break through its hard leather armor, yet just now, its armor had been so fragile in the face of that unremarkable air blade.

Flender was slightly stunned and said in a deep voice:

"No, the power of this soul skill is wrong. Does this Infinity Edge of yours have some other special bonus?"

He had been using this fourth soul skill, Air Blade, for over a decade and had cast it at least a thousand times. How could he not know how powerful it was? Even with a three-and-a-half-fold increase in base power, it would be impossible to severely injure a ten-thousand-year Rock Steel Rhino with maxed-out defense in one hit.

Lin Feng slowly retracted the Terror Claw from his palm and reached out to pat Flender on the shoulder.

"You actually have some self-awareness, old man. You're lucky; you triggered that 60% critical hit on your first try."

"Critical hit?"

Flender frowned and hurriedly asked:

"What is a critical hit? Is it an additional effect of this Infinity Godly Gear?"

Lin Feng didn't bother explaining the complex critical damage mechanism to him, waved his hand, and explained casually:

"One Infinity Edge adds 20% critical hit rate; stacking three of them makes 60%."

"You can simply understand it as: once a critical hit is triggered, the power of your soul skill and your normal attack power are directly doubled."

He paused, then added another sentence.

"Of course, not all soul skills can trigger a critical hit. I haven't fully grasped which ones can yet; I'll have to test it out slowly."

Hearing this, Flender finally gained a brand-new understanding of the Infinity Edge's effects and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This Infinity Edge was simply a piece of Godly Gear that pushed physical offense to the absolute limit.

The base strength increase of 360% was already exaggerated enough, but if a critical hit multiplier were to trigger on top of that, the resulting power would be unimaginable.

Even the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, known as the number one support martial soul in the world, could only provide a maximum 70% increase to all attributes; compared to Lin Feng's heaven-defying bonus, it simply didn't measure up.

Fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The buff from the Infinity Edge on Flender dissipated right on schedule, and that surging, majestic power receded like a tide, instantly dropping him back to his original Soul Saint level.

He clenched his fist, feeling unaccustomed to the change, and felt as though his entire body was out of sorts.

"Little Lin, does your Infinity effect have some kind of weakening side effect after it wears off? Why do I feel so weak all over?"

"What weakening effect? Don't go slandering my authentic Godly Gear."

Lin Feng scoffed and slowly delivered a follow-up jab, "Dean, that power never truly belonged to you in the first place. Accept reality; isn't it just as you said earlier? It's not you who is strong, it's my Godly Gear."

"Life is full of ups and downs, yours just happened to drop a bit faster."

Flender's face darkened at being retorted. He reached out, grabbed Lin Feng by the shoulder, and suddenly unfurled his Cat-Eagle wings, speeding toward the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest.

Thinking of the scene this kid would have to face upon their return, he couldn't help but suppress a laugh, his shoulders shaking along with it.

Lin Feng looked at his inexplicably foolish grin and felt a bit uneasy.

"Dean, you didn't get such a shock from that last burst of power that you've gone senile, did you?"

He looked down at the towering ancient trees flashing by below, which were a full hundred meters tall, swallowed hard, and hurriedly said:

"Dean, let's talk this out properly. How about we land first and calm down?"

Flender scoffed, gloating with delight:

"The moment I think about how someone is going to have terrible luck when we get back, I just can't help but laugh."

"Bad luck?"

Lin Feng was full of question marks, stunned as he pointed at himself.

"Are you talking about me?"

A cunning glint flashed in Flender's eyes.

"Want to know? One thousand Gold Soul Coins. I guarantee it's honest and worth the price."

Lin Feng's face turned black instantly, and he rolled his eyes.

"Keep it to yourself then. I am a person favored by the Angel Goddess; the word 'bad luck' will never be associated with me in this lifetime."