Chapter 87: Damn It, The System Ain't Having It Again
Xiao Wu didn't want to drag Shrek Academy into unnecessary trouble, so she stepped forward, crossing her arms, and scoffed, "What, you think I can't last a damn incense stick's worth of time in your hands? Fine, I'll humor you."
"Hold up."
Ye Feng stepped in front of her, blocking her path, his sharp gaze locking onto Prince Xuexing with a mocking glint. "A grown-ass man making a big deal out of fighting a young girl? Even if you win, how the hell does that make you look? How about this—let me take her place instead?"
Prince Xuexing looked Ye Feng up and down, his face unreadable. After a beat, he nodded. "Fine."
With a flick of his hand, an incense stick shot out, embedding itself perfectly into the stone slab beneath them. The impact was so precise that the incense remained completely straight, untouched by the force. A subtle display of power.
Then, without hesitation, Prince Xuexing released his spirit power. Eight spirit rings materialized beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and four black. Behind him, the shadow of a swan flickered into view, his martial spirit revealing itself.
He extended his hand, and a vast sea of spirit power surged outward, pressing down on Ye Feng like an invisible tidal wave.
"Level fifty-five?"
Prince Xuexing's expression shifted as he sensed Ye Feng's spirit power.
This kid's only thirteen or fourteen, but he's already at level fifty-five?!
Even the best student at Tiandou Imperial Academy, Yu Tianheng, had only just broken through level forty. And this brat, who was several years younger, had already surpassed him?
Prince Xuexing's brows furrowed as he increased the pressure, pouring more spirit power onto Ye Feng. Yet, to his shock, the boy neither summoned his martial spirit nor showed any sign of struggle. His face remained impassive, calm, as if this level of pressure meant nothing to him.
On the sidelines, Flanders, Grandmaster, and Zhao Wuji were all watching with confident smirks. They knew damn well just how freakishly strong Ye Feng's body was. The Dragon Phoenix Ancient Wings, his external spirit bone, had already pushed his physical endurance beyond what was considered normal.
Prince Xuexing felt a chill run down his spine.
"How the hell is this kid's body so damn tough?"
Most spirit masters had to summon their martial spirits by now. If a low-level spirit master faced a direct suppression from someone stronger, they'd typically crumble when the pressure exceeded two-thirds of their own level. A truly talented one might hold out until it was equal to their own. And even then, they'd have to release their martial spirit—especially if they were a beast spirit master who relied on physical strength.
But this kid?
He's already enduring level sixty spirit power like it's a damn warm-up.
Prince Xuexing gritted his teeth.
Fine. Let's see how long you last.
"Level sixty-one."
"Sixty-two."
"Sixty-three."
He kept increasing the pressure, pushing his spirit power further.
"Level sixty-eight!"
"Sixty-nine!"
"Seventy!"
Just as he reached level seventy, a gentle yet firm force radiated from Ye Feng's body, scattering Prince Xuexing's spirit power like petals in the wind.
The old prince's eyes widened.
"A single effort to counter everything…?!"
That wasn't something just anyone could pull off.
And then he saw it—Ye Feng's spirit rings lighting up.
Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black.
"A ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring?!"
Prince Xuexing couldn't hide his shock.
The standard configuration for spirit rings was well known. This brat's fourth ring had already broken the norm!
Flanders smirked and took the opportunity to step in. "Prince Xuexing, maybe we should just call it a day? Keep pushing, and this might not end well for you."
Prince Xuexing's pride flared. He was a damn prince—how could he back down now? He sneered, "A single effort can remove my pressure? Fine. What if it's ten thousand or a hundred thousand pounds instead?"
He pushed his spirit power even further.
"Level seventy-one."
"Seventy-two."
"Seventy-three."
A golden light spread out from Ye Feng, covering the entire area.
Sword King Domain.
Prince Xuexing felt a sudden drop in his strength—his power had been suppressed by 30%, while Ye Feng's aura doubled in intensity.
"A domain?!"
His eyes widened in disbelief.
A domain was something only top-tier spirit masters possessed. They weren't common, even among Titled Douluos.
And this brat had one already?
"Wait… twin martial spirits?!"
Realization dawned on Prince Xuexing.
There had only been two known cases of twin martial spirits in the last century. One of them was the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.
But if Ye Feng had twin spirits too…
Prince Xuexing's mind raced. If this kid was allowed to grow, he would absolutely become a Titled Douluo in the future.
Flanders' smirk widened. "So, Your Highness… you still want to keep going?"
Prince Xuexing hesitated. His own spirit power was at level eighty-two. Right now, he had only exerted seventy-three levels worth. Could he really overpower this freak of a kid?
His pride screamed at him to continue.
Fine.
"Seventy-four!"
"Seventy-five!"
"Seventy-six!"
Just as he reached level eighty, Ye Feng's aura exploded.
A dazzling mix of purple and gold light bloomed behind him, and a pair of majestic wings unfurled.
Dragon Phoenix Ancient Wings.
An external spirit bone.
Prince Xuexing's breath hitched.
"A spirit bone!?"
His shock was mirrored by the onlookers.
A twin martial spirit was already ridiculous enough. A ten-thousand-year spirit ring was overkill. But now this brat even had a damn spirit bone?!
To make things worse, as soon as the wings appeared, a suppression from the bloodline spread across the battlefield. Prince Xuexing, as a beast spirit master himself, felt his own spirit power become sluggish under the pressure.
Ye Feng grinned. "Keep going, old man. Don't stop now."
Prince Xuexing's face darkened.
The arrogant little brat.
But no matter how pissed off he was, he wasn't stupid.
He sighed, his spirit power fading away. "Forget it. Xue Beng, we're leaving."
Xue Beng's face twisted in frustration, but he didn't dare disobey his uncle. Clenching his fists, he turned and followed.
Ding!
"The system has detected that the host was unreasonably bullied by Prince Xuexing. As the system's chosen one, the system is not fucking having it. Isn't he just a level eighty-two Douluo? Tch. The system rewards the host with an Extreme Douluo Experience Card."
Ye Feng's smirk widened. Well, damn. Now that's what I call a good compensation package.
(End of this chapter)
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