Chapter 47 A Dimensional Reduction Attack of the Third Ring Against the Fourth Ring! The Metal Storm in Death Valley
The Royal Hunting Grounds, the final battle of the qualifying rounds.
The sunlight today seemed particularly glaring, as scorching as the impending battle. After days of fierce competition, the All-Round Team had swept aside all teams except Shrek Academy with overwhelming force. Today would be the final match of the qualifying rounds, a crucial battle to determine who would be the top seed for the Heaven Dou Empire.
Full-Time Team VS Shrek Academy.
On the arena, the atmosphere was frozen solid. Tang San, dressed in a dark green team uniform, stared intently at the languid-looking youth opposite him. Four spirit rings pulsed around him—yellow, yellow, purple, and black! Especially the fourth, black, ten-thousand-year spirit ring, radiating a chilling pressure. This was his greatest trump card, the source of his confidence in washing away the shame of the preliminaries.
In contrast, Ye Feng leaned on his black Thousand Chance Umbrella with one hand, and his body was also surrounded by soul rings, but there were only three—yellow, purple, and purplish-black.
"Ye Feng, you're too arrogant." Tang San's purple demonic eyes flashed as he said in a deep voice, "If you had absorbed your fourth spirit ring before fighting me, the outcome might have been uncertain. But you actually want to challenge me, a ten-thousand-year-old spirit master, with only a three-ring spirit master's cultivation? This isn't just arrogance, it's utter stupidity!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Ye Feng yawned and casually rolled up his sleeves. "Tang San, you seem to have misunderstood something." "Having one more spirit ring doesn't mean you're stronger." "For a true genius, realm... is just a number. Even if I only have three rings, it's enough to beat a 'hedgehog' like you who relies on external aids."
"You're asking for death!" Hit where it hurt, Tang San stopped talking nonsense. "Fourth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Prison!"
The black, ten-thousand-year-old spirit ring suddenly shone brightly. The ground instantly cracked, and black, iron-hard blue silver grass emerged like venomous snakes, instantly forming a massive cage that trapped Ye Feng within. This was the terror of a ten-thousand-year-old spirit skill: instantaneous, powerfully controlled, and incredibly resilient!
"It's over." A cold glint flashed in Tang San's hand, and the Zhuge Crossbow was already loaded. "In my Blue Silver Cage, you can't escape!"
"Click, click." A strange mechanical clicking sound suddenly came from inside the cage.
"You think you can trap me in this shabby straw cage?" Ye Feng's voice came through the vines, tinged with sarcasm. Immediately afterward, a blinding flash of light pierced through the cracks in the cage.
"Thousand Chance Umbrella - Mechanic Form - High-Heat Cutting Rotor!"
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—! The canopy of the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella didn't open; instead, high-speed rotating crimson energy blades sprang from the ends of the ribs, resembling a giant chainsaw disc. The incredibly resilient Ten-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Grass, which even a powerful attack-type Soul Master struggled to break free from, became as fragile as tofu under the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella's high-speed thermal cutting!
Boom! The blue-silver cage shattered instantly, turning into countless charred fragments. Ye Feng, holding the Thousand Chance Umbrella that was still spinning rapidly and emitting red light, took a step forward.
"What?!" Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. That was a ten-thousand-year-old soul skill! It was actually shredded by physical attacks?
"Next, it's my turn." Ye Feng exerted force with his feet, his figure moving like lightning. The Thousand Manifestations Umbrella transformed again, the spinning light blades retracted, and the tip of the umbrella extended, transforming into a slender silver katana.
"Flowing Light!" Ye Feng's figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, his speed even surpassing that of an agility-based Soul Master!
Tang San reacted extremely quickly, his Eight Spider Lances instantly unfurling behind him, like eight spears piercing towards the charging Ye Feng. At the same time, the Zhuge Crossbow in his hand spewed out sixteen bone-piercing nails.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" Ye Feng swung his sword with one hand, the blade flashing like a dense spray of water. All the bone-piercing nails were precisely deflected the moment they touched the blade. This was the divine skill of "parrying"!
In the blink of an eye, the two were almost touching. The katana clashed fiercely with the Eight Spider Lances.
"Break!" Ye Feng shouted, his entire body's muscle strength and soul power erupting instantly, converging at a single point. "Upward Slash!" This was merely the most basic sword technique, but in Ye Feng's hands, it possessed the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Clang—!!! A deafening crash resounded. Tang San felt an irresistible force surge through his Eight Spider Lances, shaking his internal organs violently. "How is this possible... He only has three rings, so why is his soul power stronger than mine?!"
Ye Feng gave him no time to think. "Mountain-Crushing Strike!" He leaped high into the air, wielding his sword with both hands, and brought it down with the force of Mount Tai crashing down.
Crack! The incredibly hard external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, actually developed a crack after withstanding this blow! "Pfft!" Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body was smashed to the ground with both knees, the stone slab beneath his knees shattering inch by inch.
Ye Feng spun his blade, bringing it to Tang San's neck. The icy blade energy stung Tang San's skin.
"Four rings? Ten-thousand-year spirit rings?" Ye Feng looked down at Tang San kneeling before him, his eyes cold. "Tang San, you rely too much on these fancy things. Your hammer isn't up to par, and your grass isn't tough enough." "Right now, you don't even qualify to make me pull out a second umbrella."
The entire arena fell silent. No one had expected that this seemingly lopsided contest would turn into a one-sided rout. Three rings against four rings—a complete victory!
"Full-Time Team wins!" As the referee announced, thunderous applause erupted throughout the arena. It was an absolute tribute to the strong.
The awards ceremony followed the competition.
Emperor Xueye looked at Ye Feng with a radiant face. "Ye Feng, you have once again surprised me. To defeat a ten-thousand-year soul ring holder with the power of a three-ring is truly a genius! When you arrive in Wuhun City, I believe you will surely bring glory to my Heavenly Dou Empire!" "I hereby bestow upon you the title of Viscount of the Heavenly Dou Empire! And award you ten thousand soul coins!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ye Feng bowed calmly, neither servile nor arrogant. Bishop Salas, standing to the side, had a face so dark it was almost dripping with water. The stronger Ye Feng appeared, the more murderous intent surged within him. If this boy wasn't eliminated, the Spirit Hall would surely face a great calamity in the future!
Qian Renxue, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, looked at Ye Feng with even deeper intensity. "Such combat power without a fourth spirit ring... If you could submit to me, perhaps..." she secretly calculated, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.
Several days later, on the official road leading to Wuhun City.
The long convoy moved slowly forward, escorted by the Royal Knights. Although the journey was long, the full-time team received top-tier treatment.
Inside the specially made luxury carriage, the space was as spacious as a small mobile suite. Thick Persian carpets covered the floor, ice basins were placed in the corners, and a faint fruity fragrance filled the air.
"Hmm... a little to the left, yes, harder." Ye Feng lay on the soft brocade couch, letting out a comfortable groan. Behind him, Dugu Yan was kneeling beside him, her hands covered in essential oil, massaging his back muscles.
"Captain, your muscles are so hard, they've made my hands sore!" Dugu Yan said coquettishly, deliberately leaning forward, her amazing softness lightly touching Ye Feng's back.
"Are your hands tired? Let me do it." Shui Bing'er put down her book, blushed, and came over. "My icy soul power has a pain-relieving effect, it should make you feel better." She stretched out her slender fingers and gently pressed them on Ye Feng's temples, the cool sensation instantly dispelling the heat of the journey.
"Bing'er is so thoughtful." Ye Feng rolled over, casually took Shui Bing'er's small hand, and tickled her palm. Shui Bing'er flinched as if she'd been electrocuted, but didn't pull away, only glaring at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.
"Tsk tsk tsk, how decadent!" The carriage curtain was lifted, and Huo Wu rushed in. She was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit today, holding a water bottle in her hand, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Ever since she made the "Forest Pact" with Ye Feng, she now runs the full-time team's carriage more often than she goes back to her own academy.
"Fire Dance, are you here to freeload off the air conditioning, or to freeload off the captain?" Dugu Yan teased.
"Mind your own business!" Huo Wu gulped down a mouthful of water, then looked at Ye Feng, her expression turning serious. "Ye Feng, stop enjoying yourself. Something's up."
"Hmm?" Ye Feng sat up, his eyes instantly clearing. "What do you mean?"
"Feng Xiaotian was scouting from the air just now and discovered that the Knights did not follow the original route on the main road, but instead turned onto a secluded mountain road," Huo Wu said in a deep voice. "It's said that there was a landslide on the main road, but I feel something is wrong. It's too quiet around here, there isn't even a bird."
"A mountain road? Quiet?" Ye Feng frowned slightly. The ambush location in the original story was a perilous place between two mountains and a ravine. He glanced out the window; the mountain walls on both sides grew increasingly steep, casting shadows that gave off a sense of oppression.
"It seems our 'friends' are eager to make their move." Ye Feng stood up and stretched his neck. "Yan Yan, Bing'er, Qian Qian, get ready for battle." He took out the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella from his storage soul tool and gently stroked the cold handle. "Although I haven't obtained my fourth soul ring yet, it should be enough to entertain our guests..."
Death Valley.
"Boom—!!!" Just as Ye Feng had predicted, as soon as the convoy reached the center of the canyon, countless boulders tumbled down from the cliffs on both sides. At the same time, thousands of Soul Masters dressed in black swarmed down like locusts, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
"Enemy attack! Protect His Highness the Crown Prince! Protect the students!" The Royal Knights instantly formed a battle formation, but their defenses crumbled before these clearly well-trained high-level Soul Masters.
"Hmph, a bunch of rabble." A cold, sinister snort suddenly echoed from the sky. A golden light flashed, instantly illuminating the dim canyon. It was a gigantic, wondrous chrysanthemum, nine spirit rings pulsating around its petals, radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure.
Titled Douluo, Yue Guan (Chrysanthemum Douluo)!
Under this oppressive force, all Soul Masters below the Soul Master level felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to even breathe.
"Which one is Ye Feng? Step forward." Chrysanthemum Douluo hovered in mid-air, his eyes as indifferent as a god. "The Pope has ordered that Ye Feng's head be taken. If the rest of you don't want to die, get out of my way."
"Old Chrysanthemum, how dare you touch my people?!" A furious roar rang out. Green poisonous mist shot into the sky, and Dugu Bo, transformed into the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King, blocked the carriage of the All-Round Team.
"Dugu Bo?" Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled contemptuously. "If it were before, I would have given you some leeway. But today... Old Ghost, he's in your hands now."
The words had barely left his mouth when a dark, ghostly figure appeared without warning behind Dugu Bo. Ghost Douluo, a phantom! Two titled Douluos had arrived simultaneously!
Dugu Bo was instantly entangled by Ghost Douluo, and the two fought fiercely. Poisonous mist and shadows swirled around them. Although Dugu Bo fought desperately, he was clearly at a disadvantage and had no time to spare.
"Now, no one can save you." Chrysanthemum Douluo looked down at the carriage and flicked his finger. Whoosh—! A golden petal transformed into a sharp blade, tearing through space with a piercing shriek, shooting straight at the carriage. This seemingly casual strike was enough to instantly kill any Soul King-level expert!
"Captain!" the women in the car exclaimed.
"Want to kill me? You're not qualified!" A furious shout came from the top of the carriage. Ye Feng burst out of the roof, his Thousand Manifestations Umbrella already open and spinning rapidly.
"Thousand Manifestations Umbrella - Shield Form - Absolute Defense!" Clang! Petals struck the umbrella surface, sparks flying. Ye Feng felt an immense force surge through him, his hands went numb, and he was thrown back several meters, but he had blocked it! Relying on the divine-level martial soul material of the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella, he had forcefully blocked a casual attack from a Title Douluo!
"Oh? A three-ring Soul Master, actually managed to block my attack?" A hint of surprise flashed in Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes, which then turned into an even stronger killing intent. "This boy's talent is too monstrous; he must not be allowed to live! Fifth Soul Skill: Gathering of Cold Essence!"
The countless flower petals coalesced into a gigantic golden longsword, slashing down with earth-shattering force. He used fifty percent of his power in this attack! Not to mention a three-ring Soul Emperor, even a six-ring Soul Emperor would die!
Ye Feng hovered in the air, watching the golden blade fall, his eyes filled not with fear, but with madness. "So what if I'm a Title Douluo? Today I'll show you what... the changing times truly mean!"
He gripped the umbrella handles tightly with both hands. "Thousand-Machine Umbrella, Heavy Weapon Mode, Transform!"
Click-click-click-click—! A sickening metallic clang rang out. The Thousand-Mechanism Umbrella instantly disintegrated, reformed, and expanded. The ribs transformed into gun barrels, the canopy folded into heat sinks, and a complex ammunition belt system appeared out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, that ancient black umbrella had become a menacing, two-meter-long—six-barreled Gatling gun!
This is the highest energy consumption level Ye Feng can currently maintain. Although he doesn't have a fourth spirit ring, he has maxed-out spirit power reserves and is blessed with an unparalleled spirit bone!
"What the hell is this thing?" Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned for a moment.
"This is... what will send you on your way!" Ye Feng's face was contorted with rage, and his soul power surged into the gun like a burst dam. "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva! Give me—rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!"
The gun spat out a meter-long tongue of blue soul energy fire. A firing rate of 3,600 rounds per minute! Every bullet was a highly compressed soul energy explosive!
Boom! ...
"What?!" Chrysanthemum Douluo was shocked. Although the power of these "hidden weapons" was only enough to injure a Soul Master when fired individually, there were too many of them! Moreover, the terrifying impact force was so great that even he, a Title Douluo, could not maintain his footing in the air!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Chrysanthemum Douluo was forced to raise his soul power shield. Bullets struck the shield, exploding into dazzling fireworks. To the astonishment of countless onlookers, a dignified level 95 Title Douluo was actually blasted backward through the air by a mere three-ring youth wielding a strange weapon!
"This...how is this possible?!" Tang San below was dumbfounded. His hidden weapons were nothing but toys in front of this "divine weapon." Huo Wu covered her mouth, her eyes filled with fanatical worship.
"You bastard! You bastard! I'll tear you apart!" Chrysanthemum Douluo was blasted into a sorry state, covered in dust and grievances. Although he wasn't injured, he had completely lost face. He was just about to unleash his full power to crush the ant completely.
Suddenly, an extremely sharp sword aura swept in from the horizon. The sword aura was a hundred meters long, as if it would cleave the heavens and the earth in two.
"Chrysanthemum Pass, bullying a junior like this, aren't you ashamed?" A clear, cold voice echoed through the sky. An ancient, massive sword stood before Ye Feng, shielding him from all the pressure.
Seven Kill Sword! Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!
Ye Feng's Gatling gun finally stopped firing, its barrel glowing red and emitting white smoke. He was panting heavily, his soul power almost exhausted, but looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo who had been stopped by Sword Douluo, a victorious smile appeared on his lips.
"This is... the power of technology."
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