Chapter 52 The Skull of Wisdom Condensed by Spirit! Computational Power Soars, All-Terrain Off-Road Vehicle!
Wuhun City, high in the sky.
The black "poison balloon" swayed in the wind, like an eye mocking all living beings. Pope Bibi Dong stood on the high platform, her face so dark it seemed to drip water. Although Ye Feng had already left, she dared not gamble. As long as the remote control remained in Ye Feng's hands, the lives of hundreds of thousands of people were a sword hanging over their heads.
"Elder Ghost," Bibi Dong said coldly, "Go. Use your Ghost Shadow Martial Soul to approach that sphere in your ethereal state. Once you confirm it's poisonous, immediately envelop it with your soul power and detonate it high in the sky. If…" She paused, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "If it's fake, I'll skin that brat alive."
"Yes, sir." Ghost Douluo transformed into a wisp of black smoke and silently soared into the sky. The speed of a level 95 Title Douluo was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, he arrived beside the black sphere. He held his breath and carefully extended a wisp of spiritual power to pierce the surface of the sphere.
Pfft. A soft sound, like a child farting. No green poisonous mist billowed out. Only a… faint, strange odor, a mixture of rotten eggs and cheap perfume, wafted out. It didn't contain any Jade Phosphorous Serpent King venom liquid at all, but rather a bag of marsh gas and spices used to mask the smell!
Ghost Douluo was stunned. He stood frozen in mid-air for a full three seconds, clutching the tattered parchment in his hand. On it was drawn a large ghost face, and below it was a line of crooked, small writing: "Surprised, old ghost?"
Bibi Dong, whose vision was like the Purple Demon Eyes, naturally saw this scene clearly. "Crack!" The jeweled scepter, symbolizing the Pope's authority, was forcibly crushed in her hand, leaving a fingerprint. An uncontrollable rage instantly swept across the entire plaza. They'd been tricked! The mighty Spirit Hall, with two Title Douluos and a peerless Pope, had actually been intimidated by a teenage Soul Master with a mere fart-like ball! And they'd even lost three top-grade soul bones! This was an utter disgrace!
"Pass on my orders!" Bibi Dong's voice was no longer noble, but sharp and frantic, echoing through the heavens. "Seal the city gates! All elders and bishops, mobilize!" "I want Ye Feng's head! Now! Immediately! Right now!"
Thirty miles outside Wuhun City, along the official road, lies a dense forest.
A strange vehicle, pulled by no horses, was speeding along a forest path. This was a "soul power four-wheel drive vehicle" that Ye Feng had cobbled together using several bone plates from wind-type soul beasts and a simple crankshaft structure to speed up his journey. Although it was bumpy, its advantage was that it didn't need horses; it could run simply by inputting soul power.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was heavy. Ye Feng lay pale-faced on Shui Bing'er's lap, his brows furrowed. "Captain... Ye Feng, wake up!" Shui Bing'er called anxiously, channeling her soul power into him. Dugu Yan stood guard nearby, glancing back every now and then at the approaching, terrifying pressure behind them. "Grandpa's signal is nearby, but he seems to be entangled," Dugu Yan said through gritted teeth. "Two extremely powerful auras are catching up from behind... it's... Ju and Gui!"
"Cough cough..." Ye Feng coughed violently and finally opened his eyes. As soon as he woke up, he felt two suffocating killing intents locking onto the car. "It seems... the Empty City Stratagem was exposed faster than I thought." Ye Feng smiled bitterly and struggled to sit up.
"What do we do? Abandon the car and escape into the forest?" Huo Wu asked, turning back as she drove the vehicle ahead.
"We can't outrun them." Ye Feng shook his head, his eyes quickly becoming calm and sharp. "A Title Douluo's flight speed is ten times ours. This broken-down car can only go for five minutes at most." "The only way out is 'evolution'."
Ye Feng took out the three soul bones he had just swindled from his storage soul tool: the Skull of Spiritual Condensation (60,000 years), the Right Arm Bone of Explosive Burning Flames (40,000 years), and the Left Leg Bone of Rapid Advancement (30,000 years).
"Listen up," Ye Feng said rapidly, "I'm currently overstretched in my soul power. Forcibly absorbing three soul bones would be certain death. But I need that skull." He picked up the skull that emitted a pale blue glow. "I'm a mechanic, and the strength of my martial soul depends on my calculation ability and micro-management speed. Right now, my brain can't process the data flow of the fifth form of the 'Thousand Manifestations Umbrella.' But this skull is my external CPU."
"You're going to absorb it here? That's too dangerous!" Shui Bing'er exclaimed.
"No time. Yan Yan, here's your left leg bone. You're an agility-based attacker; this could save your life. Huo Wu, here's your right arm bone; it'll enhance your burst damage." Without further ado, Ye Feng tossed the two soul bones to his teammates, then picked up the Wisdom Skull with both hands and pressed it hard against his forehead. "Thousand Chance Umbrella, core computing module, overclocking connection!"
Whoosh! Without gentle guidance or systematic assistance, Ye Feng directly and brutally thrust his mental energy into his skull. Excruciating pain! It felt as if someone were drilling holes in his temples, or as if scalding mercury were being poured into his brain. "Ah—!!!" Ye Feng screamed in agony, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his body convulsing. The immense torrent of mental energy nearly shattered his sea of consciousness.
"Ye Feng!" The women exclaimed in alarm.
"Don't stop! Drive! Head towards Sunset Forest!" Ye Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, but deep within them shone a blue, data-driven light, like a supercomputer in operation. He was forcibly taming this skull with his willpower. He was rewriting the "underlying logic" of this soul bone, transforming it from a simple soul skill releaser into a biochip that aided brain computation!
A kilometer behind.
"That's... the fluctuation of a soul bone?" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who was flying, raised an eyebrow, holding a rare and precious chrysanthemum in his hand. "That kid actually absorbed a soul bone while on the run? He's courting death. A 60,000-year-old spiritual bone, without a quiet environment for three days of seclusion, who would dare to absorb it?" "Whether he's dead or alive, the Pope said he wants to see the body." Ghost Douluo snorted coldly, his speed suddenly increasing. "Third Soul Skill: Ghost Shadow Perplexity!" Countless ghostly hands rose from the ground, grabbing at the bumpy four-wheel drive vehicle.
Boom! Just as the ghostly hand was about to grab the vehicle, a green barrier of poisonous mist suddenly exploded. "Old ghost! Chrysanthemum Pass! What kind of skill is it to bully the younger generation!" A giant emerald green snake rushed out from the side; it was none other than Dugu Bo.
"Old Poisoner, you dare stop us? Don't you want to live?" Chrysanthemum Douluo shrieked, flower petals flying from his hands, instantly transforming into a golden storm that forced Dugu Bo back. Although Dugu Bo was also a Title Douluo, he was only level 92. Facing two level 95 Super Douluos, he was no match at all, and was sent flying back, coughing up blood, in a single exchange. "Ye boy! I've done my best! Run!" Dugu Bo roared.
The vehicle was overturned by the shockwave, rolling several times on the ground before crashing into a large tree and coming to a stop. The carriage was shattered. Shui Bing'er and the others fell to the ground in a disheveled state, protecting Ye Feng, who was still convulsing.
"Run? Where do you think you're going?" A chilling voice rang out from above. Ghost Douluo appeared out of thin air, looking down at the group of desperate young people. "Hand over your soul bones, and I might leave you with a complete corpse."
Despair. Utter despair. Faced with a Title Douluo, all tactics and traps seemed so pale. Shui Bing'er bit her lip, her Frost Phoenix form appearing before Ye Feng. "If you want to kill him, kill me first."
"Then so be it." Ghost Douluo raised his hand, and a huge black ghost claw materialized, slamming down with an aura of death.
At this critical moment, a deafening roar erupted! The world changed color. The once clear sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, and red lightning writhed within them. An overwhelming aura, seemingly capable of shattering the heavens, rapidly approached from afar.
A deep, weathered, yet powerful voice boomed like thunder: "A mere chrysanthemum, a little devil, dare to harm my son?" (Note: Tang Hao was mainly there to rescue Tang San, who was not far away, but Ye Feng and the others happened to be on the only way or at the edge of the battlefield.)
Whoosh! A massive, jet-black hammer, imbued with a crimson killing aura, descended from the sky, crashing down fiercely towards... the direction of the Papal Palace! It was a diversionary tactic!
"Tang Hao?!" The two Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, who were originally preparing to deliver the fatal blow, changed their expressions drastically. They felt the terror of that hammer blow. If that hammer blow landed, the Papal Palace would be gone, and they would be buried with it. "Damn it! Why is that madman from the Clear Sky Sect here!" The two had no choice but to abandon Ye Feng in front of them, turn around and defend, and jointly release their Martial Soul Fusion Skill "Bipolar Stillness Domain" to block the Clear Sky Hammer that was falling from the sky.
In the ruins.
Taking advantage of the chaos amidst the cataclysmic events and the fierce battle among Title Douluos, the boy who had been lying on the ground suddenly stopped convulsing. Ye Feng opened his eyes. His pupils had turned a deep, dark blue, as if they contained the stars and the sea. Everything around him became a stream of data: wind speed, gravity, energy fluctuations, the enemy's distance…
"The fusion of the wisdom skull of spiritual concentration is complete." "Brain overclocking mode activated." "Computational speed increased by 500%."
Ye Feng slowly stood up, wiping the blood from his face. He looked at the towering Haotian Hammer in the distance, not stunned like the others. "Thank you, Tang Ritian. I accept this assist."
He turned to look at the wrecked four-wheel drive vehicle, then at the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella in his hand. "Thousand Manifestations Umbrella, fifth form, unlocked." "Since I can't outrun a Title Douluo, then... I'll fly."
Ye Feng tossed the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella into the air, his ten fingers moving wildly in the void as if playing the piano. His immense spiritual power transformed into tangible threads of mental energy through the Wisdom Skull, connecting every part of the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The Thousand Chance Umbrella instantly disintegrated into thousands of fragments, which then fused with the wreckage of the scrapped car and all the metal materials in Ye Feng's storage ring. This time, it wasn't a gun, nor a cannon. Instead, it was an exaggeratedly designed, futuristic... anti-gravity motorcycle.
It boasts a streamlined silver body, devoid of wheels, replaced by four jet nozzles at the bottom. At the rear is a massive soul-powered turbine propulsion unit. The front doesn't feature a traditional dashboard, but rather a holographic projection interface constructed from soul power. This is nowhere near the Douluo Continent; this is a *"Blade Runner"* from the future.
"Thousand Chance Umbrella - Vehicle Form - G-1 Gale (Modified Version)." (No system principle: Utilizing the precise calculations of the Wisdom Skull, an anti-gravity magic array is constructed, using the lightning core of the Purple Lightning Void Dragon as a power source to achieve ground-hugging flight.)
"Get on!" Ye Feng straddled the motorcycle, gripped the handlebars, and channeled his soul power into it. Whoosh—!!! The engine roared like a dragon's cry, and blue flames shot out from the rear, reaching a length of three meters.
Although Shui Bing'er, Dugu Yan, and Huo Wu were stunned, their survival instincts kicked in, and they quickly squeezed onto the not-so-spacious motorcycle. "Hold on tight! I won't stop if you fall off!"
"Trying to run?!" In the distance, a cardinal at the Soul Douluo level noticed the commotion. His martial spirit manifested as a giant golden eagle, and he swooped down. "You mere Soul Master, stay here!"
Ye Feng didn't even glance at it. With the aid of the AI skull, his brain had already calculated the optimal escape route. "Hold on tight." "Let me show you what it's like to... navigate a ditch around a bend!"
Ye Feng twisted the accelerator sharply. Boom!!! The Gale-like vehicle launched itself into the air like a silver lightning bolt. It accelerated from 0 to 100 km/h in just 1.5 seconds!
The Golden Eagle Soul Douluo had just swooped down when it was met with a cloud of exhaust fumes and dust. "What the hell?! So fast?!"
The Gale-like vehicle weaved through the dense forest, Ye Feng's driving skills were nothing short of divine. Facing towering trees blocking his path, he didn't slow down, but instead activated the weapon system on the front of the vehicle. "Vehicle-mounted Gatling gun, fire!" Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Gun barrels extended from both sides of the front of the vehicle, and soul-powered bullets pulverized all obstacles in its path.
Facing a precipice and canyon ahead, Huo Wu screamed, "There's no way forward!" "A path is made by walking," Ye Feng replied, his eyes gleaming with blue light. "Nitrogen Acceleration (Soul Power Overload)...Activate!"
Boom! The rear thruster erupted in red flames once more. The motorcycle didn't brake; instead, it plunged straight off the cliff. In mid-air, two folding glider wings (transformed from the canopy of the Thousand-Machine Umbrella) extended from the sides of the motorcycle. Like a large silver bird, it glided across the hundreds-of-meters-wide canyon, landing heavily on the opposite hillside before disappearing into the distance.
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Behind them, Tang Hao's hammer finally struck, collapsing a corner of the Papal Palace and throwing the Spirit Hall into chaos. Bibi Dong watched the silver streak disappear into the horizon, trembling with rage, yet utterly helpless. She couldn't possibly abandon Tang Hao to chase after a few juniors.
"Ye Feng..." Bibi Dong gritted her teeth as she uttered the name. "You can't escape. A wanted poster across the entire continent... Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will kill you!"
Two hours later.
They were long past the sphere of influence of Wuhun City. Beside a secluded mountain stream, the incredibly stylish "G-1 Gale" motorcycle finally exhausted its last bit of soul power, belching black smoke as it stalled. Ye Feng, feeling as if his body had fallen apart, slid off the motorcycle and collapsed onto the grass.
"Ye Feng!" The women rushed over. Ye Feng was in extremely poor condition. Forcibly fusing with a 60,000-year-old soul bone and then performing high-intensity mechanical manipulation while his brain was overclocked had pushed his mental energy to its limit. Blood was flowing from his nostrils and ears.
But he was laughing. He lay on the grass, looking at the free blue sky above, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly. "Haha...cough cough...hahaha..." "We...survived." "We managed to steal the soul bone from two Title Douluos and one Peerless Douluo, and still escape unscathed." "That's awesome...enough for me to brag about for a lifetime."
Shui Bing'er tenderly wiped the blood from his face, tears streaming down her face: "You're a madman."
Ye Feng grasped Shui Bing'er's cold little hand, his voice gradually weakening, a drowsy state brought on by extreme exhaustion. "Next... I need to sleep for a long time." "Go... go to the City of Slaughter." "Only there... the Spirit Hall's reach... can't penetrate." "And... there are the materials I need for my sixth form..."
After uttering the last word, Ye Feng completely lost consciousness. This time, he had truly reached his limit.
A gentle breeze rustled through the valley. The boy lay in the girl's arms, surrounded by scattered mechanical parts. The legend of "The King's Avatar" had only just begun.
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