Dugu Yan in a Nightmare, Another Bet?

Ji Feng suddenly felt a rumble in his mind.

The familiar system notification rang out.

"Ding!"

"Hou Yi Martial Soul proficiency has reached its maximum."

"The host has gained the qualification to awaken a Second Martial Soul."

Ji Feng paused for a moment.

A golden light bloomed deep within his consciousness.

Within that light, a tall, slender figure slowly took shape.

He wore a long robe, and three dragon orbs revolved around him. His features were handsome, and his aura demonic.

He was one of the heroes from the world of Honor of Kings: Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Awakening Eastern Emperor Taiyi Martial Soul..."

The system's voice continued.

Ji Feng felt a vast power surge into his body.

Unlike the domineering, vigorous power of his previous Martial Soul, this force was deep and unending.

It was as though it could see through the very nature of everything in the world.

"Awakening successful!"

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi Martial Soul activated."

"Matching Soul Skills..."

Soul Ring light flared around Ji Feng.

This time, four purplish-black halos appeared, radiating a mysterious aura.

"First Soul Skill: Solar Eclipse Rite."

Information about the skill appeared in his mind at once.

Deals 300–600 (+40% spell attack) spell damage to nearby enemies.

Creates 1 dark energy orb (up to 3).

If released when 3 orbs already exist, restores health instead.

Hitting a target refunds 50% of cooldown and mana.

"Second Soul Skill: Radiant Dragon Candle Omen."

Ji Feng's eyes lit up slightly.

This skill could release dark energy orbs.

Each strike dealt 500–1,000 (+60% spell attack) spell damage.

It could restore health and attack from a distance.

It was utterly outrageous.

"Third Soul Skill: Fallen God Contract."

Suppresses an enemy hero for 2.5 seconds. The two share damage, cannot act, and cannot be cleansed.

Upon release, immediately grants 3 energy orbs.

Ji Feng's heart gave a slight jolt.

The skill was every bit as domineering as he'd expected.

It directly suppressed the target.

And all three skills—

were mental attacks.

In other words,

he didn't even have to move.

He could fight directly with the power of his mind.

"What incredible abilities..."

Ji Feng marveled inwardly.

Each of Eastern Emperor Taiyi Martial Soul's three Soul Skills was exquisitely crafted.

The third Soul Skill, especially, was practically heaven-defying.

Though it was only a mental attack,

its control effect was utterly outrageous!

Dugu Yan noticed the subtle change in Ji Feng's expression.

She was completely dumbfounded.

Her body below had long since been left a wreck by Ji Feng.

For more than ten minutes,

she had felt the searing pain of tearing again and again.

Fortunately, the ordeal hadn't lasted too long.

Otherwise, she really would have gone mad.

Dugu Yan felt as though she were about to die.

Everything she had just endured

was like a nightmare.

Ji Feng turned his attention back to Dugu Yan.

He withdrew the aura he had released.

"I hope today's experience was to your satisfaction."

The corner of Ji Feng's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

"..."

Dugu Yan trembled all over.

Anger.

Resentment.

Fear.

She was filled with every emotion.

Was it finally over?

Still, the relief of having survived the ordeal made her breathe a long sigh.

She immediately tried to get up.

But the tearing pain between her legs

made her stop at once.

Ji Feng turned and walked toward the door.

He had gained far more from this visit than he'd expected.

Awakening Eastern Emperor Taiyi Martial Soul had given him another trump card.

As for Dugu Yan, there would be plenty of time later. There was no need to rush.

When he opened the door, Ye Lingling was standing there, fidgeting uneasily.

Seeing Ji Feng emerge, a complicated look flashed across her eyes.

"In... there..."

Ye Lingling trailed off.

"Don't worry. Nothing happened in there like you're thinking."

Ji Feng said it lightly, then walked straight away.

Ye Lingling was left standing there, stunned, her cheeks faintly flushed.

Ji Feng sat cross-legged in his humble dormitory.

The Soul Power in his body surged ceaselessly, like a mighty river.

His consciousness sank deep into the space between his brows, where a dark glow hovered.

Within it, the image of a king appeared and vanished.

He wore a crown and a black robe, while obscure ancient runes revolved around him.

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi..."

Ji Feng murmured the name.

His Second Martial Soul came from a supreme being in the world of Honor of Kings.

He slowly raised his right hand. Four glowing orbs appeared in his palm.

Each orb represented a Soul Skill.

First Soul Skill—Solar Eclipse Rite.

[Releases dark energy to attack nearby enemies]

Second Soul Skill—Radiant Dragon Candle Omen.

[Summons a Radiant Dragon phantom to charge forward]

Third Soul Skill—Fallen God Contract.

[Creates a shield and strengthens the user]

Fourth Soul Skill—Devour Heaven and Earth.

[Transforms into Eastern Emperor Taiyi and suppresses all opponents]

"Not bad."

The corner of Ji Feng's mouth lifted in a smile.

"Looks like it's time to collect a debt."

He stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out.

His gaze turned toward Shrek Academy.

That Young Miss still hadn't paid off the interest she owed him.

Ji Feng walked at an unhurried pace, his steps crossing the flagstones.

The weather was fine, the sun bright.

Perfect for collecting a debt.

The back garden of Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong sat in a pavilion, holding a cup of flower tea.

Several female students gathered around her, chattering away.

"Senior Rongrong, your skirt is so pretty!"

"Yeah, is it made from fabric reserved for the Imperial Family?"

Ning Rongrong proudly lifted her fair chin.

She was just about to reply when her smile suddenly froze.

At the end of her line of sight, a tall, slender figure was walking slowly toward her.

Black hair, black clothes, an indifferent expression.

Ji Feng.

Ning Rongrong's expression changed instantly.

Why was that guy here again?

The teacup in her hand trembled, spilling a few drops.

The girls around her sensed that something was wrong and tactfully stepped away.

Ji Feng stopped beside the pavilion.

"Miss Ning, it's been a while."

His voice was calm, as if he were greeting an old friend.

But Ning Rongrong felt as if his words were ice shards stabbing into her heart.

Who said it had been a while? Just seeing you brings me bad luck!

She forced herself to maintain her Young Miss pride. "What are you here for?"

"To collect a debt."

Ji Feng said it as naturally as could be.

Ning Rongrong's expression darkened even further.

What debt? I don't owe you anything!

Before she could retort, another voice cut in.

"Ji Feng?"

His tone suppressed a murderous fury.

Tang San strode in through the garden gate, his face ashen.

The moment he saw Ji Feng, his fists clenched tight.

That bastard was the one who had killed Dai Mubai!

The flames of hatred burned wildly in Tang San's eyes.

But he forcibly restrained himself and didn't attack.

No. I might not be a match for him right now...

Tang San turned to Ning Rongrong and noticed the disgust on her face.

Does Rongrong hate this guy too?

He suppressed his killing intent and went to stand beside Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, does he keep pestering you?"

His voice was low enough that only Ning Rongrong could hear.

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then nodded firmly.

Why was Tang San asking about this...

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"Easy enough."

"Challenge him to a bet."

Ning Rongrong blinked. "A bet?"

Tang San's voice was persuasive.

"The loser has to promise never to bother the other person again."

"Do you think he'll refuse?"

As long as Rongrong brought it up, if that guy went back on his word in front of everyone, he'd lose all face.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

That was a pretty good idea!