Chapter 59 Give me a fulcrum, and I can lift this old gorilla!
Tiandou City, the residence of the Power Clan.
The midday sun, though intense, could not dispel the heavy, oppressive atmosphere in the courtyard. The massive training ground was already packed with people. Not only members of the Powerful Clan, but even Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo Gu Rong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had come to watch the battle from a high platform. After all, one was a veteran patriarch of a single-attribute clan, a Titan at the Soul Douluo level; the other was Ye Feng, a young killing god rumored to be unruly and lawless, who had just returned from the City of Slaughter.
In a corner of the crowd, Tang San pushed a wheelchair, in which sat Yu Xiaogang, whose face was still somewhat pale. "Teacher, do you think Ye Feng can win?" Tang San asked in a low voice, his eyes flashing with a purple light as he tried to analyze the situatio
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, straightening his collar. Although he had been terrified by Ye Feng yesterday, he remained confident in his theoretical abilities. "Absolutely impossible." "Xiao San, remember this. Ye Feng was strong in the City of Slaughter because his soul skills were restricted there; his ingenious mechanisms and fighting techniques gave him an advantage." "But this is the outside world! Senior Titan is an 86th-level power-attack type Soul Douluo, specializing in pure strength." "Before absolute power, any fancy techniques are a joke. One force can overcome ten techniques—that's the truth!"
Tang San nodded, deeply agreeing. Even a Title Douluo wouldn't dare to directly confront the power of Titan. Ye Feng's tattered umbrella would likely be flattened with a single blow. He came today to witness the shattering of Ye Feng's undefeated myth.
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"Ye Feng! You finally dare to come!" A thunderous roar exploded. In the center of the martial arts arena, an elderly man with white hair and beard, and an extremely burly physique, strode out. With each step he took, the ground trembled. This was Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan. Behind him was his grandson, Tyron, whose face was bruised and swollen, and a group of angry-looking clansmen.
At the gate, Ye Feng strolled in with Shui Bing'er and the others. Despite the hostility of hundreds of people, he walked with an air of nonchalance, as if he were visiting a back garden. "What's all the commotion?" Ye Feng picked at his ear, casually planting his Thousand Chance Umbrella on the ground. "Old gorilla, I heard you want to stand up for Tang San? Or perhaps seek revenge for your cowardly master, Tang Hao?"
"Insolence!" Titan roared in fury, his muscles bulging, and his eight spirit rings (two yellow, two purple, and four black) suddenly rose. A terrifying pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on Ye Feng. "Boy, since you're here, let's follow the rules of the spirit master world. If you can withstand me for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you win. Otherwise, kowtow to my master and young master, admit your mistake, and cripple your spirit!"
"The time it takes for an incense stick to burn?" Ye Feng laughed, a wildly arrogant laugh. He held up a finger and shook it. "Too slow." "Three minutes." "If I don't beat you down within three minutes, I'll admit defeat."
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Even Ning Fengzhi on the platform was stunned: "This young man... isn't he too arrogant? That's Titan!" Yu Xiaogang scoffed: "Arrogant and ignorant! How could he possibly break through a Contra Douluo's defense? Three minutes? He probably couldn't even penetrate Titan's defensive shield!"
Titan, enraged, laughed coldly: "Fine! Fine! I've roamed the Soul Master world for decades, and I've never seen anyone so courting death! Come on!" Boom! Titan stopped wasting words, and his first and third Soul Rings lit up simultaneously. "Power Amplification! Gravity Compression!" The air instantly became incredibly viscous, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on Ye Feng. Titan's millstone-sized fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, headed straight for Ye Feng's face.
"Captain!" Huo Wu and Dugu Yan exclaimed in surprise from behind.
Ye Feng stood motionless, until the fist was only half a meter away from him. Crack! The Thousand Manifestations Umbrella instantly opened; its canopy wasn't ordinary cloth, but a shield made of layers of refined steel blades. Thousand Manifestations Umbrella , Sixth Form: Knight's Shield!
"Block? Can you block it?" Titan grinned maliciously, increasing the force of his punch by three points.
However, the instant the fist made contact with the shield, Ye Feng's wrist twitched slightly, and his body vibrated at an extremely strange frequency. "Glory Knight Skill - Parry!" This wasn't a direct confrontation, but rather a use of leverage and the angle of the shield to instantly redirect the opponent's linear force to the side.
Sizzle—! Titan's invincible punch actually slid out along the shield! The enormous inertia caused Titan's massive body to stagger forward, leaving it wide open.
"What?!" Titan exclaimed in shock.
"Old gorilla, you only know brute force, not mechanics," Ye Feng's voice rang out coldly. The Thousand Manifestations Umbrella instantly retracted, transforming into an Eastern staff. Taking advantage of Titan's momentary loss of balance, Ye Feng lunged forward, grabbing Titan's thick arms with both hands. His body was like a fully drawn bow, his core strength exploding instantly. "Fighter Skill - Over-the-Shoulder Throw!"
Normally, Ye Feng would never be able to throw Titan. But now, Titan is in a forward-rushing, unbalanced state, its center of gravity unstable. Ye Feng is that fulcrum. Rise!
To everyone's stunned disbelief, the slender Ye Feng actually flung the Titan, a mountain of flesh, from behind him to in front of him! Boom! The Titan slammed into the ground, shattering the bluestone slabs and sending dust billowing everywhere.
The smoke and dust hadn't cleared. A deathly silence hung over the arena. Yu Xiaogang's mouth gaped open, the words "absolutely impossible" still stuck in his throat, his cheeks burning. "This...this is a coincidence! Titan was careless!" Yu Xiaogang hurriedly explained, "This was just using their momentum against them. Once Titan gets serious, the absolute difference in power is insurmountable!"
Tang San remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Feng's movements. "That was... a high-level application of the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique? No, that's not right. His power generation technique is more direct and purer."
Amidst the dust and smoke, Titan scrambled to his feet. Though not seriously injured, being publicly humiliated by a junior was worse than death. "Bastard! I'll tear you apart!" Titan's eyes were bloodshot, and his seventh black spirit ring suddenly shone brightly. "Seventh Spirit Skill - True Spirit Body - Mighty Ape!"
Roar—! Titan's body instantly swelled to five meters tall, his muscles bulging like granite, brimming with destructive power. He clenched his fists, like two giant hammers, and slammed them down at Ye Feng. This attack had no technique, only sheer power! Power enough to smash an ordinary Soul Douluo into mincemeat!
"It's over! With the Martial Soul True Body unleashed, the power doubles! Ye Feng is doomed!" Yu Xiaogang seemed to see hope again and loudly asserted.
"Get out of the way!" Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but stand up on the high platform.
However, Ye Feng did not dodge. He stared at the crushing blow, his eyes flashing with blue light (his intelligence skull was fully activated). "True form? Then let's see whose true form is tougher!"
Ye Feng gripped the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella with both hands and slammed it into the ground. Crack! Crack! Crack! The Thousand Manifestations Umbrella transformed again, this time unfurling into an enormous shield, its surface radiating a crimson light—the power of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent's inner core. "Knight Awakening Skill (Pseudo) - Wall of Sighs - Fiery Sun Reflection!"
Boom—!!! The giant fist slammed into the shield. But instead of the sickening metallic creak, a visible red shockwave traveled along the shield and surged into the Titan's arm!
This is the most annoying skill for knights in "Glory"—Shield Wall reflecting damage. Add to that the fire poison and high temperature inherent in the Sun Serpent's inner core.
"Agh—!!!" Titan let out a piercing scream. His fists instantly turned black, a result of being scorched by the recoil from the intense heat. Moreover, the enormous recoil force directly shattered the bones in his wrists!
"How is this possible?!" Yu Xiaogang slumped back into his wheelchair. "That's the true form of the Soul Douluo's martial soul! What is his umbrella made of?!"
Despite the excruciating pain in his wrist, Titan was enraged and raised his massive right foot to crush Ye Feng. "Still not convinced?" Ye Feng sneered, pulling the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella from the ground. The umbrella leaves instantly folded, the shield vanished, and in its place appeared a thick, red-glowing black tube. Thousand Manifestations Umbrella, Sixth Form: Heavy Cannon.
Ye Feng knelt on one knee, pressing the cannon muzzle directly against the landing foot of the Titan. "Old man, times have changed." "This is—the punishment of science."
"Gunner's ultimate move - Charged Laser Cannon!"
Zzzzt—BOOM!!! A crimson laser beam, half a meter in diameter, erupted at point-blank range. There was no explosion of light, only pure high temperature and penetrating power. The enormous recoil created a large crater in the ground beneath Ye Feng. Titan's massive Martial Soul True Body was actually blasted into the air by this single shot! The soles of his feet and the protective soul power around his calves shattered instantly, leaving them charred black.
"Next, it's combo time." Ye Feng flung the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella behind him, using the propulsion of the mechanical rotors to soar into the sky. He caught up with the Titan, who hadn't yet landed. The Thousand Manifestations Umbrella switched to a battle spear. "Dragon Fang! Sky Strike! Falling Flower Palm!" Bang bang bang! Ye Feng moved like a ghost in the air, unleashing a series of incredibly smooth combos on the Titan, who had no leverage. With the final strike, Ye Feng raised the battle spear high, his body spinning like a drill. "Battle Mage - Mighty Dragon Suppression!"
Boom! Ye Feng's spear struck Titan in the chest. Titan's massive body plummeted like a meteor, crashing heavily into the center of the training ground. Dust billowed, and the earth cracked. In a crater two meters deep, Titan, having reverted to his Martial Soul True Body state, lay convulsing at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, unable to rise again.
The entire arena fell silent. Three minutes? Less than two minutes later, a power-type Soul Douluo was completely crushed.
Ye Feng slowly descended from the sky, the Thousand Chance Umbrella transforming back into an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, which he slung over his shoulder. He walked to the edge of the giant pit, not even glancing at Titan, but turning to look at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang in the crowd.
"Master." Ye Feng's voice clearly echoed throughout the hall. "What did you just say? Absolute power? Brute force can overcome any technique?" "Now, please explain to me why this gorilla is lying down?"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned a deep shade of liver, his lips trembling as he stammered, "You...you...that's..." "That's a technique," Ye Feng interrupted him. "It's the principle of leverage, the conversion of kinetic energy, the compression of energy." "It's knowledge that a piece of trash like you, who only knows how to memorize and can't even break through level 30, will never understand."
Then, Ye Feng's gaze pierced Tang San like a knife. "And you, Tang San." "What did you call Titan? Grandpa Titan?" "What were you doing when I was beating him? Were you analyzing my skills? Assessing my strength?" "You just watched this loyal old dog get beaten half to death for you, and you didn't dare utter a sound." "Is this your so-called benevolence? Is this the code of conduct of your Tang Sect?"
Tang San's face turned ashen after Ye Feng's words. He had indeed been weighing the pros and cons, but he hadn't expected Ye Feng to win so quickly and decisively. At this moment, the way the members of the Power Clan looked at Tang San changed. Although they dared not say it outright, they couldn't help but feel resentful: their young master was right there, why didn't he lend a hand? Even just calling a halt would have been better.
"Ye Feng! Stop trying to sow discord!" Tang San could no longer sit still. He pushed his wheelchair forward, looking indignant. "I, Tang San, will remember this humiliation. In the future..."
"Shut up." Ye Feng waved his hand impatiently. "You always look at tomorrow's calendar, can't you live without it?"
Finished and calling it a day. Ye Feng turned and walked back to his team. But after taking only two steps, he swayed slightly. That combo, especially the final [Laser Cannon] and [Strong Dragon Suppression], had taken a huge toll on his stamina. Although the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella was powerful, as a user without soul power, Ye Feng had to endure tremendous recoil with each transformation and activation. His hand was already cracked from the impact, and blood was trickling down the umbrella handle.
Just as he was about to stumble, a cool, soft little hand steadily supported his elbow. A cool and gentle stream of soul energy flowed slowly into his body through the point of contact, calming his turbulent blood and qi.
It was Shui Bing'er. She didn't shout in surprise, nor did she show any panic. She simply stood quietly half a step to his side, as usual. To outsiders, it looked like an intimate arm-in-arm. Only Ye Feng knew that she was using her body as his crutch.
"Does it hurt?" Shui Bing'er's voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it. "A little." Ye Feng's lips curled into a wry smile, "Showing off really does come at a price."
Shui Bing'er didn't laugh. She glanced down at Ye Feng's bleeding hand, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "Next time, let me help you control this kind of powerful move." "My ice seal can help you fix the target, so you won't have to withstand the recoil." "Don't forget, I'm a control-type." "And also... your vice-captain."
Ye Feng turned to look at her. In the sunlight, Shui Bing'er's long, icy blue hair shimmered, and her eyes held no impurities, only absolute trust in him and… a budding dependence. This silent understanding was more moving than any sweet words. Ye Feng's heart stirred, and he gripped her hand tightly. "Okay." "From now on, my back is in your hands."
At that moment, their shadows stretched long in the sunlight. This scene, however, seemed particularly jarring to Ning Rongrong, who had just arrived from a distance. Ning Rongrong bit her lip, looking at the man who had rejected her in Soto City, now standing beside such an outstanding ice goddess, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Ye Feng and his group had just left the Power Clan when a low-key yet luxurious carriage blocked their way. The curtain was lifted, revealing Xue Qinghe's (Qian Renxue) gentle and refined face.
"Brother Ye, impressive skill." Xue Qinghe smiled, her gaze sweeping over Ye Feng's bandaged hand, a complex emotion flashing deep within her eyes. She had also sent someone to observe the battle just now. That fighting power—capable of kicking a Soul Douluo like a ball—deepened her apprehension towards Ye Feng, and at the same time, ignited an even stronger…desire to conquer. Such a talent (madman), if he cannot be used by me, then he must be destroyed.
"Your Highness is truly well-informed." Ye Feng gestured for the women to return to their residences first, then casually boarded the Crown Prince's carriage. Inside the carriage, there were only the two of them.
"Brother Ye, the move you just used..." Xue Qinghe probed, "seems to have a new twist?" "Thanks to His Highness the Crown Prince, those rare metals are very effective." Ye Feng leaned back on the cushions, looking at her with a half-smile. "What? Feeling sorry for them?"
"As long as we can deal with Tang San, all these investments are worthwhile." Xue Qinghe poured himself a cup of tea. "You humiliated Tang San and the Power Clan just now. That was a good move. Now the Power Clan's reputation has plummeted, and Tang San's plan to integrate the four single-attribute clans is probably going to fall through."
"That was just an appetizer." Ye Feng suddenly leaned close to Xue Qinghe, his nose almost touching her cheek. Xue Qinghe's body tensed instantly; that familiar feeling of being "offended" returned. "What are you doing?" she hissed.
"Don't move." Ye Feng reached out and picked up a speck of dust that had gotten on Xue Qinghe's shoulder during the battle. "Your Highness, your disguise was perfect, but your obsession with cleanliness gave you away." "When you saw Titan coughing up blood, you frowned from a distance, didn't you?"
Xue Qinghe was taken aback. She hadn't even noticed this detail herself. "Are you observing me, or are you spying on me?" Qian Renxue's tone was somewhat cold.
"I'm just admiring it." Ye Feng blew the speck of dust away. "Admiring how a high and mighty god struggles in the mud." "Xue Qinghe... oh no, you know who I'm talking about." "Tang San is going to the Clear Sky Sect to acknowledge his ancestors. Guess what would happen if I went to join in the fun?"
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed: "You're going to the Haotian Sect?" The Haotian Sect has been hidden from the world for many years, and its location is so secretive that even the Spirit Hall cannot find it.
"I know the way." Ye Feng's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Besides, I'm quite interested in those old fogies of the Clear Sky Sect." "Tang San wants to go back and play the dutiful grandson? Dream on." "Your Highness, prepare some more things for me. This time, I'm going to deliver a… grand gift to the Clear Sky Sect." "A greeting gift called 'Industrial Revolution'."
Looking into Ye Feng's eyes, filled with ambition and madness, Qian Renxue felt a strange excitement. She found herself increasingly looking forward to what this man would do next. "Okay," Qian Renxue agreed almost unconsciously. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
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