Boss, Run!

"You..." Yan Feng slammed on the brakes, and Lin Yuan stopped right beside him.

Yan Feng wore a troubled expression. He knew all too well how massive the gap between soul rings could be; he had only managed to pull ahead of his peers because of his three-hundred-year soul ring.

The guy in front of him, looking so relaxed, clearly wasn't faking it. It would be difficult to escape from him.

"Since you feel that way, why don't you just leave me alone and let me go back to being the leader of these strays?" Yan Feng asked, his expression pained.

He knew he couldn't stay in this place any longer.

His words were merely a stalling tactic. Once Lin Yuan, this unexpected trouble, left, he would immediately flee the area.

"That won't do. I find you interesting. With your talent, how did you end up as a stray?" Lin Yuan looked genuinely intrigued.

Yan Feng realized that under the current circumstances, it would be impossible to leave without knocking Lin Yuan down.

Even if Lin Yuan possessed a thousand-year first soul ring, it didn't necessarily mean his combat prowess was that much greater than his own.

Throughout his life on the run, Yan Feng had relied on combat experience to defeat several soul masters, and even a Great Soul Master with a white-yellow soul ring configuration.

He only wanted to survive; he had never harmed anyone.

A dark, deep aura surged from Yan Feng's body. As his yellow soul ring rose, his Bone Dragon Martial Soul instantly possessed him.

"A Bone Dragon Martial Soul?" Lin Yuan looked shocked.

He had roughly guessed Yan Feng's identity by now. Wasn't this the future captain of the Holy Spirit Cult's team for the second Soul Master Elite Tournament?

Logically, he should be Zhongli Wu's disciple. Why was he in the vicinity of Nine Treasures City?

Just as shocked as Lin Yuan was Bone Douluo, watching from the shadows.

As the rising star of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, how could Lin Yuan travel without high-level protection?

Bone Douluo was currently in a state of extreme anxiety, frantically flipping through his family genealogy.

If Yan Feng truly was a clansman he had yet to discover, the greatest knot in his heart would finally be untied!

Yan Feng moved, lunging straight at Lin Yuan.

The yellow soul ring on Yan Feng's body shifted along with him.

As the soul ring lit up, Yan Feng's arms began to transform into bone dragon claws.

This was Yan Feng's first soul skill: Dragon Transformation.

"A rare dragon-type soul skill?" This Yan Feng was full of surprises.

However, judging by the pressure his Martial Soul exerted, the purity of the dragon blood in Yan Feng's soul was far inferior to that of Wu Feng or Nan Qiuqiu.

It was also the first time he had encountered a dragon-type Martial Soul that didn't suppress him in terms of bloodline. For some reason, Lin Yuan felt a small sense of relief.

Unlike Lin Yuan's lighthearted mood, Yan Feng was relentless in his pursuit.

Lin Yuan dodged and weaved, evading every single one of his attacks; Yan Feng couldn't even touch him once.

His original plan had been to knock him out and make a quick escape, but Lin Yuan's attitude made him incredibly annoyed.

"What's with that slightly enjoying expression? Are you looking down on me?" With an angry retort, Yan Feng quickened his claw strikes.

"It's not that I don't want to be serious," Lin Yuan frowned, looking somewhat distressed.

"It's just that you're too weak right now. Your attacks have no technique, relying purely on brute force. It makes me not even want to release my Martial Soul."

Lin Yuan was telling the truth. Aside from having more strength, Yan Feng's speed didn't even compare to Nan Qiuqiu's from half a year ago.

His Martial Soul was actually decent, and such unrefined attacks could indeed defeat many soul masters of the same level.

But the moment he encountered an expert with even a little bit of technique, he couldn't even graze their clothes.

Not having good teachers like Lin Yuan was one reason, but relying on raw stats and abandoning strategy was another.

Even compared to true "stat-stick" Martial Souls, the Bone Dragon's current stats weren't much to look at.

Perhaps it wouldn't be until the Bone Dragon Martial Soul transformed into a true evil Martial Soul, raising its quality by a tier, that it could be considered a threat?

But since Lin Yuan had encountered this Yan Feng, he wouldn't have the chance to become an evil soul master.

Faced with Lin Yuan's provocation, Yan Feng, who possessed the pride of a genius, became even more enraged.

"Damn it, you dare look down on me? If I catch you, do you believe I can beat you into a meat patty with one punch?" Yan Feng shouted in anger.

"I believe you. Without my Martial Soul activated, that possibility does exist." Lin Yuan smiled slightly and pulled a wooden training sword from his soul storage device.

Smack!

A horizontal strike hit Yan Feng's chin, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"However, the part about you beating me into a meat patty is unlikely."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lin Yuan lunged forward, raining blows on the parts of Yan Feng not covered by his Martial Soul.

He had also activated the Body Sect combat technique he learned from Du Busi: Unity of Heaven and Man.

By briefly fusing his soul, essence, and body, even an ordinary wooden sword could unleash formidable power in Lin Yuan's hands.

Before long, Yan Feng was covered in bruises from the wooden sword, gasping for air with his hands braced on his knees.

"It looks like it's over." Lin Yuan flourished his wooden sword before stowing it back into his soul tool.

Yan Feng's gaze grew incredibly complex, a mixture of unwillingness, fear, and disbelief.

He had not expected the gap between himself and this monster, who possessed a thousand-year first soul ring, to be so vast; the other party had defeated him without even needing to manifest his martial soul.

It seemed he was going to be dragged back to see what was going on. If this young master's family had any connections to Shrek, he would truly be unable to escape even with wings.

"Alright, I think you can come back with me. We'll see what happens after that." Lin Yuan stood before Yan Feng.

He was not afraid of Yan Feng suddenly lashing out; this was the confidence brought by absolute strength.

To this day, no peer had ever been able to force him to use his full power.

Even Long Aotian, in their private sparring matches, had only barely managed to force out the limit of the Will of the Dragon he could stack at the time.

Five layers, a four hundred and sixty-eight percent self-buff.

Although Long Aotian had also held back during that match, the moment he brought out his destruction or life attributes, the contest would have ended instantly.

A gap of this magnitude was simply not something Yan Feng, who was currently still malnourished, could hope to challenge.

Suddenly.

Lin Yuan whipped around and threw a punch, knocking away a stone that had been aimed at him in a sneak attack.

The group of street urchins had caught up, their faces filled with fear and indignation as they looked at Lin Yuan and Yan Feng.

"What are you all doing?" Yan Feng asked in disbelief.

Following Yan Feng's voice, the children hesitated no longer.

Some gritted their teeth, while others let out war cries as they charged toward the two.

The expression on Lin Yuan's face became quite interesting as he allowed these dirty little children to climb all over him.

"Boss, run! We're here to protect you!" the little runt who had clashed with Lin Yuan earlier shouted.

"I never imagined you held such a high status in the hearts of these children," Lin Yuan said, shaking his head with a smile.