A Nineteen-Year-Old Titled Douluo-Are You Even More Monstrous Than Yun Ming?

Leng Yaozhu stared at the scene before her, her red eyes widening in disbelief.

She had seen it clearly just now. Lin Fan had not placed that Black-Rank Mecha into a Storage Soul Tool. He had merely touched it lightly, and the entire mecha vanished into thin air without leaving even the slightest trace.

This... how was that possible?

Leng Yaozhu's mind raced as she tried to find a reasonable explanation, but no matter how hard she thought, she could not figure out where that eight-meter-tall Black-Rank Mecha had gone.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lin Fan immediately understood. A flicker of realization passed through the depths of his dark eyes.

Leng Yaozhu's Black-Rank Mecha came from ten thousand years in the future, and my second Martial Soul just happened to awaken after touching this object that crossed time and space. That was too much of a coincidence.

If I hadn't met Leng Yaozhu today, and if she hadn't happened to give me this Black-Rank Mecha from ten thousand years in the future, would my second Martial Soul have remained dormant for the rest of my life?

A complicated look flashed through Lin Fan's eyes.

After recovering from her initial shock, Leng Yaozhu began filling in the blanks herself. She felt that this must have been caused by one of Lin Fan's Martial Soul abilities.

After all, Lin Fan's Martial Soul was the spatial element. It was not impossible for him to simply make the Black-Rank Mecha disappear, was it?

Though... for a Spatial Martial Soul to make something that large vanish still seemed rather absurd.

But Leng Yaozhu could not find any other reasonable explanation.

So she sorted through her thoughts and asked.

"This... was your Spatial Martial Soul what made that Black-Rank Mecha disappear, right?"

There was a probing note in Leng Yaozhu's voice.

Lin Fan merely smiled without saying anything. He neither confirmed nor denied it.

His inscrutable manner only made Leng Yaozhu more certain that her guess was correct.

Leng Yaozhu did not dwell on the matter for long. She quickly changed the subject, curiosity and seriousness appearing in her red eyes.

"By the way, Lin Fan, that figure who attacked Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong just now... who was she?"

She was referring to the person covered in flames who had nearly burned the two children to death.

Lin Fan answered calmly.

"That was Yan Shaozhe's disciple. Her name is Ma Xiaotao, and her Martial Soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix."

Leng Yaozhu had already formed a rough guess, but hearing Lin Fan say it confirmed her suspicions.

Naturally, she knew about the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul. It was extremely difficult to control and very prone to causing injuries.

If Lin Fan had not intervened just now, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong would likely have been burned to ashes on the spot.

The consequences... were simply unimaginable.

As Leng Yaozhu thought of this, a wave of lingering fear rose within her, and she could not help thinking of her younger sister, Leng Yulai.

Yulai's Martial Soul had also mutated. Although her talent for cultivation was in no way inferior to Leng Yaozhu's, the effects of that mutation had made her personality somewhat extreme.

Both the family and Leng Yaozhu were deeply worried about Leng Yulai, yet they had no solution.

She sighed softly before speaking.

"Awakening this kind of sinister Martial Soul... isn't something the person herself wants."

Lin Fan merely nodded and replied calmly.

"I have never blamed those who awakened malignant Martial Souls. I was only taking issue with Yan Shaozhe for failing to keep his disciple under control."

"Ma Xiaotao's evil fire had gone out of control more than once."

Leng Yaozhu caught the implication in Lin Fan's words, and her heart tightened.

If this was not the first time something like this had happened, then... that was not good.

Lin Fan had been present today, so the tragedy was prevented, though Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong had still been silenced.

But what if... what if no one had arrived in time during those previous incidents?

Were those harmed by Ma Xiaotao's evil fire simply left to suffer without consequence?

The more Leng Yaozhu thought about it, the colder she felt. Putting herself in the victims' shoes... it was truly chilling.

She fell silent for a long while, then looked up at Lin Fan, seemingly wanting to change the subject and dispel the heavy atmosphere.

"Lin Fan... what level is your strength, exactly?"

To Leng Yaozhu, Lin Fan's strength was also a mystery. Masters naturally felt curious about the strong.

Of course, the safest way to ask someone a question was to introduce oneself first, so Leng Yaozhu quickly added her own information.

"My Martial Soul is the Heavenly Phoenix Martial Soul, and my Soul Power Level is level sixty-five, Soul Emperor."

There was a trace of pride in her voice as she said this. After all, reaching level sixty-five as an eighteen-year-old Soul Emperor made her exceptional in any era.

After hearing Leng Yaozhu's words, Lin Fan answered without much concern.

"My Martial Soul is space, and my Soul Power Level is level ninety-four."

Though Leng Yaozhu had long known that Lin Fan was strong, she had never expected him to be this strong. And Lin Fan looked so young—could he be some old monster maintaining a youthful appearance?

Noticing her gaze, Lin Fan smiled.

"Don't look at me like that. I should be about the same age as you. I'm only nineteen."

Leng Yaozhu was struck as if by lightning, freezing on the spot.

A level ninety-four Titled Douluo... at nineteen?

You were even more monstrous than Yun Ming!

In Leng Yaozhu's memories, Yun Ming was the most dazzling genius Shrek Academy had seen in the past several centuries. Now in his twenties and already close to becoming a Titled Douluo, he was regarded as Shrek Academy's hope for the future.

But this Lin Fan before her... was level ninety-four at nineteen?

This was no longer a matter of whether he was talented or not. He was simply a monster!

At that very moment, ten thousand years later in Shrek Academy, a young man stood before a light screen, staring fixedly at its contents with disbelief written all over his face.

This person was Yun Ming, the peerless genius in whom Shrek Academy had placed its greatest hopes.

He was completely stunned. His fists unconsciously clenched as he muttered to himself.

"Impossible... how could this be possible?"

"A nineteen-year-old... level ninety-four Titled Douluo? How could that be possible?"

Yun Ming's current strength was only in the eighties. Although he was already considered a once-in-an-era prodigy, favored by countless people and expected to break through to Titled Douluo around the age of twenty-three.

That was already an extraordinary achievement.

But Lin Fan... level ninety-four at nineteen?

This had completely surpassed the limits of Yun Ming's understanding.

If Lin Fan truly possessed such monstrous talent, then Shrek Academy's history could not possibly have failed to record him!

But why... had he never heard the name Lin Fan before?