Merging with Demon Spirits-Chapter 435 - 317: The Entire Audience Is Shocked

In response to Lin Feng’s gaze, Huang Tianze seemed to perceive something, and as he teleported, he turned his head to take a glance. That fierce look in his eyes made his face change slightly, and then his gaze shifted to the pitiful figure beside Lin Feng.

At this moment, because Huang Zhongtian was unconscious, he could no longer maintain his demon transformation state. His body was covered in wounds, and his face was swollen like a pig’s head, looking exceptionally miserable.

"Serves him right!"

Even though they were teammates, Huang Tianze still said indifferently.

If they had proceeded according to the original plan, how could they have ended up in such a state?

Fortunately, at the last moment, Huang Zhongtian still managed to release his soul skill and make the stone pillar rotate. Otherwise, he would have ruined the meticulously crafted plan and become a sinner of Demon Star University.

The audience was also astonished by Huang Zhongtian’s tragic state.

"What a terrifying look, just like a demon beast."

"Why clash directly with Lin Feng!"

"Indeed, confronting a madman who dares a suicide explosion is just courting death?"

No one expected that Lin Feng could confront Huang Zhongtian head-on and end up winning.

One must know that Huang Zhongtian had refined the Emperor Demon Bear from the Earth Chart, which didn’t just grant him powerful innate skills but also significantly amplified his strength and physique as a bear-type demon spirit.

In close combat, among the thirteen teams present, perhaps fewer than five could face him directly.

And Lin Feng had refined a first-grade Dragon Fish. In the demon transformation state, his physical body didn’t change at all, and his strength, naturally, wasn’t much enhanced. Yet, Lin Feng still managed to defeat his opponent.

It wasn’t just the audience; many experts present were shaken.

Even under conditions where his body technique and innate skill were restrained, he still managed to win, which was beyond their expectations.

At the same time, it made them understand the formidable power of the divine-level cultivation technique "Fish Dragon Transformation."

It’s truly a cultivation technique created by an invincible strongman, with only the Fourth Transformation imparting such formidable power.

Having witnessed the might of this cultivation technique, many turned their gaze to Bu Zheng.

They all had their cultivation techniques and naturally couldn’t start anew.

Even if, as Bu Zheng said, he found a potential solution to the side effects, the requirements for cultivating this technique were high, including specific attributes and demon spirits, as well as a very high demand for talent.

Without being a super genius, one doesn’t have the qualification to cultivate it.

And this was just a possibility, so even though it’s a divine-ranked technique, few are willing to take the life-risking chance.

"In just two years, reaching the Fourth Transformation, apart from Lin Feng’s truly demon-fiend-level martial arts talent, he must have really found a solution to the side effects."

This thought flashed through many people’s minds—some were surprised, others had heavy looks in their eyes.

Bu Zheng’s former talent wasn’t weaker than Ye Qiu’s current talent, and it was even more dazzling.

At under thirty years old, he was hailed as the super genius most likely to break through to Emperor-level.

He was the most brilliant genius of that era.

If he hadn’t cultivated "Fish Dragon Transformation," he would have already broken through Martial King.

If the side effects could be resolved, lifespan could be extended, and with Bu Zheng’s talent, combined with refining the 23rd Earth Chart Blue Crystal Dragon, if he broke through to Martial King, he would be far more formidable than other king-level beings.

Some people even suspect that Bu Yuanlong has already broken through to king-level but is deliberately hiding his strength.

Bu Zheng looked at the constantly vibrating phone in his hand, where many old friends he hadn’t contacted for years were sending greetings. These people might be watching the match live, and their words carried a bit of probing.

They were testing if he really solved the side effects of the cultivation technique.

Testing if he broke through to king-level.

In response, Bu Zheng directly enabled the "Do Not Disturb" mode, put away his phone, uniformly ignored them, and seemed oblivious to the others’ stares, remaining indifferent and calm.

As for Lin Feng’s performance, he appeared quite calm, without a trace of surprise, as if it were a matter of course.

This attitude seemed to validate everyone’s suspicions.

"I can help you hold on for at most two years."

Looking at that young man on the screen who slightly resembled himself, Bu Zheng murmured to himself.

Cultivating the divine-level technique "Fish Dragon Transformation" and reaching the Fourth Transformation in just two years goes far beyond a mere demon-fiend standard.

Let alone the Human Race, even a descendant of the Dragon King wouldn’t achieve this feat.

Not to mention, Lin Feng had reached the Sixth Transformation "Dragon’s Horn."

This can’t be explained merely by exceptional talent.

If exposed, even Emperor-ranked beings would be highly interested, perhaps even wanting to steal this secret.

Even though Lin Feng has somewhat concealed it, he still arouses doubt among many.

Now that he stands as a cover upfront, it’s fine for the moment; no matter how unbelievable, there’s at least an explanation.

But if he dies, this reason naturally collapses.

He has less than two years left.

If within two years, Lin Feng cannot achieve the Seventh Transformation, or Lin Feng breaks through, and he cannot, after his death, this so-called pretense will no longer have convincing power.

By then, unless Lin Feng continues to hide his strength, he will be in great danger!

Even with the Yang family’s protection, they can’t fend off so many Emperor-ranked beings prying into his secret.

In the audience, the scarred young man and the bald man looked somewhat grim.

"It seems we still need to be cautious!" The scarred young man said, his tone heavy.

The bald man nodded; back when Bu Zheng was in the Lingyun Realm, he could slaughter Martial Kings. If he breaks through to king-level, how powerful would he be?

Probably, beneath Emperor-level, few are his match.

If he constantly protects Lin Feng, even if the "New World" makes some big moves, they wouldn’t dare to act.

They want a bounty, want to become apostles, but these are not as important as their own lives.

The stone pillar continues to rotate slowly but steadily.

Meanwhile, Huang Tianze continues weaving spider webs, compressing the activity space for Lin Feng and the others.

The unconscious Huang Zhongtian has been sent off the field, and Lin Feng has also ceased the cultivation state of "Dragon Transformation", yet still in Demon Possession.

At this moment, Yun Kai is completely wrapped in spider silk, having been eliminated. Now, only three remain in the arena: Huang Tianze, Yu Qiao, and Lin Feng.

The previously escaped Yu Yongjun completed his task. The stone pillar started rotating, and facing the encirclement of spider silk, he couldn’t resist and withdrew from the arena early.

Now, only two members remain in the Red Cloud Team, seemingly having an advantage, but already surrounded by webs, they are evidently already prey for Huang Tianze.

"Lin Feng, what should we do?"

Beside Lin Feng, facing the webs spread around, the rotating stone pillars and spider silk, Yu Qiao helplessly asked.

Compared to Huang Zhongtian, Lin Feng’s situation is not much better, with more than ten bloody wounds all over his body, bruised and battered, covered in dust and gravel, looking extremely miserable, yet unlike Yu Qiao, he is not despondent.

Lin Feng shook his head: "You surrender."

"What about you?"

Yu Qiao was slightly stunned, knowing surrender was not surprising as they indeed have no chance of reversal.

But why only himself surrendering?

Lin Feng offered no explanation, just looked towards Huang Tianze. Yu Qiao’s eyes flickered slightly but didn’t ask further, raised his hand, and shouted: "I surrender!"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man in black appeared in front of him.

The middle-aged man lightly rested his right hand on Yu Qiao’s shoulder, and the next second, the two simultaneously vanished.

"Instant Teleportation!"

Watching the two disappear before his eyes, Lin Feng thought.

In this arena, only the rare soul skill of instant teleportation can suddenly break through surrounded layers and exit the field.

"Teacher Song, why did only Yu Qiao surrender and Lin Feng hasn’t surrendered yet?"

Seeing Yu Qiao’s action, host Xie Xiao questioned Song Xiangrong beside him with confusion.

The audience shared the same confusion.

In this situation, how could there still be a chance for a comeback?

Song Xiangrong was dumbfounded too:

"I don’t know either, but Lin Feng currently has no direct opponents, yet he maintains his Demon Transformation state. Is he planning to use another suicidal explosion? If he can create a mutual destruction scenario, that would be a draw!"

Xie Xiao doubted: "Impossible, if the explosion collapses all the stone pillars, Lin Feng cannot avoid it, but Huang Tianze can!"

"That’s reasonable, so I also don’t know why Lin Feng hasn’t surrendered yet."

...

Huang Tianze stopped shuttling and landed on the ground, only three meters away from Lin Feng, and there was no spider silk connecting around him, making it the only safe spot in this field.

He looked towards Lin Feng caught in the webs, his expression showing vigilance.

The nest was already built by now.

The stone pillars were rotating fully, and there were no escape possibilities for Lin Feng surrounded by webs on all sides, yet he still hadn’t surrendered, his gaze not showing despair.

This made Huang Tianze uneasy.

But he couldn’t think of any way Lin Feng could turn the tables.

"You have no hope left."

Huang Tianze said.

He intended to probe Lin Feng’s reaction.

But Lin Feng’s expression remained calm. Meanwhile, the rotating spider silk approached from all directions, soon to cut through, leaving no place to hide.

With the power from the rotating stone pillars, Lin Feng also had no chance of resistance.

Off the field, the referee was already prepared.

"Sigh!"

Watching the rotating, approaching spider silk, Lin Feng sighed.

Just when everyone thought the match was concluded, Lin Feng about to surrender, and even the referee prepared for rescue, they didn’t see any intention to surrender from Lin Feng.

Amidst the stunning stares and uproar from the audience, Lin Feng suddenly moved, leapt into the air, slightly rotating his body mid-flight, dodging a portion of the encircling webs, while the three strands of spider silk, unavoidable and sharp enough to sever steel, pierced through his chest without any hindrance.

Without a dazzling soul skill, devoid of any sound, the moment Lin Feng landed safely, it seemed every heart ceased to beat for an instant.

With the sound of spider silk snapping, aside from exclamations, the scene fell into a brief silence.

The audience abruptly stood up, staring wide-eyed at Lin Feng’s chest in the screen, where it was replaced by clusters of pale blue clouds.

"Divine Level Soul Skill, Illusion?"

The audience’s expressions froze, everyone dumbstruck, eyes wide in disbelief, exchanging looks, mouths agape forming O-shapes. They gulped several times, feeling parched throats, taking a while to react.

Though hard to believe, the continuous replay on the screen confirmed its authenticity.

"Holy shit!"

"Damn it!"

"What the hell!"

Exclamations of astonishment echoed, converging into a massive wave like a tsunami sweeping through the entire venue.