Merging with Demon Spirits-Chapter 356 - 264: Nightmare’s Fear

Faced with Lin Feng’s retreat, many people were incredulous.

"Damn, did I see that right? Lin Feng actually retreated?"

"It’s really rare, I thought it would be an embarrassing one-hit kill!"

"What is He Jun’s Demon Spirit? Those blood-red patterns on his body, why are they so weird, and the black shadow, I’ve never seen it before."

"It should be a Demon Spirit that hasn’t been documented, maybe it’s a powerful Demon Spirit never discovered before, otherwise why would this underdog be specially recruited?"

"Why would a powerful Demon Spirit be an underdog? Do you think the school is blind? If it has value, it would have been nurtured a long time ago, and it’s not like they can’t afford to nurture it. Besides, do you think He Jun is stupid and can’t find support from some power?"

Although the battle had yet to truly commence, Lin Feng’s retreat surprised everyone.

This was the first time Lin Feng retreated immediately upon starting in twenty battles.

Previously, Lin Feng always relied on his combat talent to quickly resolve fights.

If the opponent had a Defense Barrier, Lin Feng would directly approach and demonstrate the art of explosion, and if that didn’t work, he’d use the Fish Dragon Transformation Cultivation Technique, becoming an iron giant and crush with sheer force.

This is also why Lin Feng makes people feel impotent, unable to find any weaknesses.

He Jun’s martial arts prowess just broke through to Second Grade, ridiculously weak, and Lin Feng could blow him apart with a single punch, an artistic explosion, He Jun would fly straight into the sky, how could he make Lin Feng retreat?

The only possibility is the shadow behind He Jun, which made Lin Feng wary.

However, this shadow doesn’t seem particularly notable to many people.

The aura is faint, merely a blurry dark outline, one can’t discern any specific form, it doesn’t seem special?

"Why would such a terrifying aura be an underdog? Are the leaders of Demon Star University blind?"

Lin Feng kept retreating, pulling back a twenty-meter distance, deeply puzzled.

This aura is even more terrifying than the Nightmare within him, regardless of how strong the innate skills are or their effects, just the terrifying aura alone holds cultivation value.

Lin Feng had never seen He Jun’s Demon Spirit, and such an undiscovered Demon Spirit has immense research and development value.

"Strange." Soon, Lin Feng noticed the anomaly.

To his eyes, the shadow seemed like a Demon God, causing his heart to palpitate in fear, yet to others, it appeared unimaginative with no differences.

They seemed unable to feel the fear-inducing aura.

"Does it only affect me? Is it due to distance, or is it the effect of a Soul Skill?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly, but soon, the sense of dread and terror vanished, that black shadow could no longer elicit any feeling from him.

This did not make Lin Feng relieved, instead, it deepened his puzzlement.

He had a vague premonition that this was very important to him. But he just couldn’t figure out the answer, which tightened Lin Feng’s brow, unconsciously feeling a bit irritated!

Irritated!

Yes, irritated!

Lin Feng shivered, suddenly realizing.

Ever since the shadow appeared, he sensed the Nightmare’s uneasy agitation within his Soul Sea, but this feeling soon disappeared, so he didn’t pay much attention.

"As the Nightmare’s strength grows, its intelligence rises too, it rarely becomes agitated except when encountering Alien Races."

"This sudden appearance and disappearance?"

"Could it be I’m not the one afraid, but the Nightmare, is it the Nightmare’s emotions affecting me?"

Lin Feng speculated in his heart.

Although it was just a speculation, it made him very excited, ecstatic.

This excitement surpasses even discovering the Nightmare’s true identity and knowing it can absorb Soul Skills.

To verify his speculation, Lin Feng began to approach He Jun step by step, carefully observing the Nightmare’s reaction.

In the Soul Sea, the Nightmare showed no abnormality until Lin Feng reached within two meters of He Jun when the palpitating feeling reappeared, and Lin Feng could clearly sense the Nightmare’s agitation at this moment, but soon the feeling of palpitations vanished again, as did the Nightmare’s agitation.

As he had anticipated, indeed.

The Nightmare deliberately concealed its emotions, not wanting him to discover.

"Nightmare is a Demigod and possesses its own wisdom, something that makes it fearful, what kind of Demon Spirit has He Jun refined?"

"Even Celestial Chart Demon Spirits, in the eyes of Nightmare, are probably just food!"

"Except for true gods, otherwise, Nightmare wouldn’t possibly be afraid."

While Lin Feng secretly pondered, his body began to retreat again, and upon witnessing Lin Feng’s retreat, a hint of regret and despair flashed in He Jun’s eyes.

Lin Feng keenly caught that sentiment, becoming more vigilant at heart.

"Could it be that her attack requires my attack as a prerequisite?" Lin Feng speculated, while carefully observing He Jun.

Summoning the phantom behind her, He Jun had clearly paid a great price. It wasn’t just simple pain; her flesh was also devoured, her entire body shrunk to a frail, skin-and-bones state. Adding to this was her pale complexion, resembling a gravely ill patient.

Seeing Lin Feng not making a move, He Jun stamped her foot and charged fiercely at Lin Feng, though he easily evaded her without even needing to employ the Thunder Move Body Technique.

He Jun did not give up and continued to doggedly chase after Lin Feng.

However, possessing only a Second Grade Martial Arts strength without having absorbed any Soul Skill, combined with her current weakened state, how could she possibly catch up with Lin Feng?

Lin Feng merely dodged, not attacking. He vaguely guessed that He Jun wanted him to attack.

Under the watchful and perplexed gazes of countless people, a skeletal thin girl desperately chased a young man without ever getting close enough to graze his clothes. Ultimately, she collapsed powerlessly to the ground as the markings on her body gradually faded, and the phantom behind her vanished.

Countless teachers and students looked at one another in astonishment, not understanding what had happened.

They couldn’t fathom why Lin Feng kept dodging, seemingly toying with her, instead of ending the fight directly?

"She probably needs to come into contact with the enemy or absorb the enemy’s energy to trigger a counterattack talent Soul Skill!"

Based on He Jun’s attack style and Lin Feng’s unwillingness to confront her directly, Bu Zheng speculated.

He couldn’t perceive any capability in that black phantom that would warrant Lin Feng’s apprehension, but even if it could harm Lin Feng, this kind of ability was quite superfluous and not worth developing.

That talent skill not only released slowly, requiring a preparation time of five minutes, such a long time would leave the battle over already.

Moreover, the attack method had limitations.

It required direct contact with the enemy or an attack from the enemy, making it easily countered if the enemy just dodged.

He Jun’s own Martial Arts strength was weak, she was slow, and couldn’t even touch her enemy. Within less than a minute, her Soul Power was exhausted, forcing her out of the Demon Transformation state.

This talent Soul Skill carried significant side effects, seemingly a sacrificial talent that required sacrificing physical flesh and blood.

Bu Zheng had no doubt that if she used that talent Soul Skill one more time, the girl would be finished.

It’s no wonder that despite knowing the girl had refined a never-before-seen Demon Spirit, even Demon Star didn’t cultivate her — it indeed had no cultivation value.

He Jun’s challenge ended in failure, and her embarrassed appearance, although somewhat pitiful, still drew a wave of ridicule.

In many people’s eyes, she brought this humiliation upon herself, in the grand finale battle, defeated so miserably, even to the extent that Lin Feng didn’t attack, He Jun had just worn herself out.

Collapsed on the ground, He Jun’s fragile body curled up, tears already filling her eyes, yet she made no sound.

Originally she thought she could shine, to demonstrate her special value in the spotlight of countless spectators, maybe someone would notice her, give her a chance.

She would seize that chance at any cost, change her brother’s fate, change her family’s fate.

Yet she never expected that Lin Feng could see through her attack.

In the end, she ended up so embarrassed.

Fantasy was just fantasy.

She didn’t capture anyone’s attention, didn’t change her fate, and remained a laughingstock in the eyes of many.

Wiping away her tears, He Jun propped herself up with her thigh, slowly standing up. Facing the mocking glances and words of sympathy from classmates, her eyes showed no hint of inferiority, still stubborn yet with an inexplicable sense of desolation.

"Wait."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, He Jun’s step paused as she turned around.

Facing this nationally renowned, glory-filled young man with limitless future prospects, He Jun’s eyes showed a hint of envy. If only she had Lin Feng’s talent, she could easily change her family’s fate.

Her parents wouldn’t have to work 18-hour days at high intensity for her brother’s medical expenses, exhausting their lives.

Lin Feng’s casual endorsement income could easily alter her family’s destiny.

"What’s up?"

He Jun asked, her tone calm yet carrying a trace of undisguised resentment.

If Lin Feng hadn’t seen through her attack, giving her a chance to perform, perhaps one of the big shots present would have taken notice of her.

Looking at this girl who seemed more like a boy, Lin Feng’s gaze carried a hint of admiration. Even in such a pitiful state, the girl’s eyes remained stubborn, not needing anyone’s pity.

Lin Feng tossed a bottle of Qi and Blood Pills, then left without saying more.

Though he had many questions about the girl, he did not want to draw anyone’s attention.

He Jun caught the crystal bottle with both hands, slightly stunned, watching Lin Feng’s departing figure, her eyes filled with emotion.

"Thank you."

He Jun murmured to herself and looked down, eyes filled with surprise.

Inside the crystal bottle were 12 Qi and Blood Pills, worth 1.2 million, equivalent to her parents’ combined salary for twenty years without spending a penny.