Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 189 I dare not refuse
"They actually went head-to-head with him."

Lin Feng's actions instantly invigorated the audience.

Mysterious and dazzling soul skills are certainly exciting, but the head-on, hard-hitting combat style is even more emotionally stirring and gets the audience's blood pumping.

"Go Lin Feng!"

Some of the girls couldn't help but scream.

Even though he had refined a first-tier demon spirit, the rich and handsome Lin Feng still had quite a few female fans at Hongyun University.

Zhang Xingyu was surprised that Lin Feng would be so arrogant.

Both are second-grade martial artists, but Lin Feng has just entered the second grade, while he is already at the peak of the second grade, just one step away from entering the third grade.

How did Lin Feng have the courage to confront himself head-on?

Facing Lin Feng's fist, which carried a sharp force, Zhang Xingyu's fighting spirit surged. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, he neither dodged nor defended. His fist was covered with cyan spiritual energy, carrying a fierce aura, and he threw a punch in return.

"Oh!"

A muffled thunderous sound rang out on the arena. Lin Feng took three steps back, while Zhang Xingyu took five steps back before suddenly stopping.

In their first head-on confrontation, Lin Feng surprisingly emerged victorious.

This was unexpected by all the teachers and students.

"Fuck."

"This is absolutely blinding!"

"How is this possible? Lin Feng's strength is actually greater?"

"I knew Lin Feng wouldn't dare to act like an invincible second-grade player if he didn't have some trump cards up his sleeve."

Many students gasped in surprise, finding it unbelievable. Zhang Xingyu's expression changed slightly, and his lowered right hand trembled slightly. He hadn't held back at all; he had gone all out.

At this moment, Zhang Xingyu's gaze was fixed on Lin Feng, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Martial skills? Or is it a difference in cultivation techniques?"

Zhang Xingyu was filled with surprise and doubt.

Just now, Lin Feng probably didn't use any martial arts techniques, but rather pure physical strength. Only if the difference in skill level is too great could someone cross a realm and defeat him in terms of strength.

But he cultivates an eighth-grade technique. Even if Lin Feng cultivates a king-level technique, it would be absolutely impossible for him to defeat him so easily.

Unless it's a god-level cultivation technique?
But that's simply impossible.

Lin Feng has only been a martial artist for a short time. Even a martial arts prodigy would not be able to successfully cultivate a divine-level technique in such a short time.

Could it be that he was born with superhuman strength?
In a corner below the arena, six figures gathered together, their expressions slightly changed.

The six people—five young men and one young woman—had serious expressions. As the next challengers, Lin Feng's power was so terrifying that they would have no advantage in a simple martial arts duel.

"We can't gain an advantage in strength. Lin Feng has a stronger fighting talent and knows two third-grade martial arts techniques. We can only rely on demon spirit possession."

Lin Feng's power made Zhang Xingyu realize that he would not be a match for him in a simple martial arts duel.

"As expected, Lin Feng is not that simple. How could he dare to declare war on all the second-grade realm people without some strength?"

A thought flashed through Zhang Xingyu's mind. As Lin Feng launched his attack and flew towards him, Zhang Xingyu retreated rapidly. During the retreat, a faint light enveloped his body.

As the light faded, his bones crackled and popped, and his figure suddenly grew taller. Originally about 1.8 meters tall, he was now a full two meters tall. His legs became strangely long, and his calves were deformed, with a noticeable curved arc.

Not only his height increased, but his muscles also began to swell. His body was covered in gray hair, his original black hair turned blue, two snow-white, crescent-shaped sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, his eyes turned a cold green, and the knuckles of his hands grew longer and larger, and his nails became sharp claws.

At this moment, Zhang Xingyu looked like a werewolf walking upright.

"Ninth-tier demon spirit, Storm Wolf."

Many people gasped in surprise. Even at Red Cloud University, it was rare to see a student who could refine a ninth-order demon spirit.

The Storm Wolf is a wind-attribute spirit. When possessed by a spirit, it doesn't have strong power amplification or elemental attacks, but it can grant the spirit master unparalleled speed.

With its swift speed and wolf-like sharp claws, it can easily tear a person's body apart.

After his transformation, Zhang Xingyu looked at Lin Feng with icy eyes, as if he were looking at his prey. His legs bent slightly, gradually forming an unimaginable arc.

Whoosh!
With his legs bent and then suddenly straightened, Zhang Xingyu's body arched like a bow as he leaped up and appeared in front of Lin Feng like lightning, his sharp claws reaching for Lin Feng's chest.

Zhang Xingyu originally cultivated wind-attribute techniques, and speed was his advantage. Now, in his demonic transformation state, his speed has increased by almost twice.

The ferocious speed and the resulting wind pressure caused Lin Feng to narrow his eyes slightly. He calmly watched the whistling claws before him. Lin Feng slightly shifted his side, and the sharp claws grazed his ear.

With a light tap of his toes, Lin Feng appeared beside Zhang Xingyu like a ghost, his hand flashing as a silver dagger slashed towards Zhang's neck.

The chill that ran down his neck made Zhang Xingyu's expression change slightly, and he quickly turned his body slightly to the side to avoid it.

The first strike failed, and the dagger continued its horizontal slash downwards without pause.

"clang!"

Zhang Xingyu blocked with his claws, sparks flying and a crisp sound rang out. He clenched his right hand, his claws gripping the dagger tightly. In the next moment, Zhang Xingyu tried to snatch the dagger from Lin Feng, but the dagger flipped, and the advantage of strength made it impossible for Zhang Xingyu to control it. Not only were two of his fingernails cut off, but the dagger also pierced his palm, leaving a deep wound.

With a step, he stepped back, blood dripping from his arm to the ground. The stinging pain in his palm made Zhang Xingyu's green eyes even colder, and his unease deepened.

Speed ​​has always been his advantage, but now he is somewhat helpless against Lin Feng, even in his demonic transformation state.

Although he was fast, Lin Feng's Thunder Step was just as fast.

If we only consider straight-line speed, it's even faster than him.

However, while Lin Feng was fast, Lei Bu's style was characterized by its straight-line movement. It was impossible for him to change direction while moving, and it was also difficult to stop quickly if he encountered danger. It was far less agile than Lin Feng's style.

As long as he faced Lin Feng directly, the third-rank Thunder Step technique posed little threat to him. If it weren't for Lin Feng's rich combat experience and perfect timing, he would have been caught long ago.

"First Soul Skill: Gale".

With a silent command, a blue light swirled around Zhang Xingyu's feet, growing brighter and brighter, as if he were stepping on two blue clouds.

"blast."

Lin Feng instantly recognized the soul skill.

Gale, Silver Soul Skill

This is a soul skill that many speed-type spirit masters will absorb.

Although it is common, it is very practical.

With this soul skill activated, Zhang Xingyu's speed will be even faster, and Lin Feng knows he might not be able to keep up.

"This challenge was unfair to you from the start, since you're already possessed by a demon spirit. I didn't want to use my soul skill on you, but your strength is too great."

"I can't lose this battle," Zhang Xingyu said earnestly.

Lin Feng remained expressionless and showed no reaction.

In his opinion, his opponent was talking too much nonsense. Did he know there was a live broadcast and deliberately say things for the whole country to hear?

Seeing that Lin Feng did not react, Zhang Xingyu did not waste any more words. He moved swiftly, leaving a phantom trail, and rushed towards Lin Feng. However, when he was about two meters away from Lin Feng, he did not attack. Instead, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and kept running around Lin Feng, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Lin Feng watched Zhang Xingyu's running figure, his body slowly spinning. "Damn, this kid is a pro, not a bit flustered, very experienced."

No matter how he changed positions, even if Lin Feng's body couldn't keep up, his eyes could always lock onto him. As his soul power continued to deplete, Zhang Xingyu lost his patience and no longer hesitated. He bent his legs and suddenly sprang towards Lin Feng. At the same time, his sharp claws glowed with a faint red light.

"Second Soul Skill, Fangs."

Fangs, a Silver Soul Skill, grants weapons and claws increased attack speed and penetration.

This time, facing Zhang Xingyu who was using two soul skills, Lin Feng surprised everyone again by not dodging and charging straight at him. At the same time, the dagger in his left hand tilted downwards, and a blinding light streaked across the sky, appearing in Zhang Xingyu's eyes.

The eyes are the most sensitive and vulnerable part of the body. The sudden light made Zhang Xingyu close his eyes abruptly. He thought to himself that something was wrong and frantically waved his claws while trying to retreat.

But the moment he closed his eyes, the battle was over.

Lin Feng was originally charging towards Zhang Xingyu. He dodged the sharp claws with a sway of his body, clenched his right fist, and struck Zhang Xingyu's chest. Because he was wearing a long-sleeved tracksuit, no one noticed that silver fish scales were emerging on Lin Feng's arms.

"Click..."

With a crisp sound, a figure flew backward, traveling more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

As they stared at the figure collapsed on the ground, the eyes of tens of thousands of spectators froze, and the cheers and discussions that had been going on came to an abrupt halt.

Lost!

Zhang Xingyu, ranked 63rd on the sophomore popularity list, a peak second-grade cultivator, who had refined a ninth-tier demon spirit and absorbed two soul skills, failed just like that.

What was supposed to be a thrilling battle, which I had been eagerly anticipating, ended abruptly.

Only two minutes had passed.

Lin Feng didn't even use Thunder Strike, except for the third-grade Thunder Step.

"How is this possible? Am I dreaming?"

"That's despicable, that silver dagger is reflective."

"If you're not as skilled as others, why make excuses? According to you, aren't all archers and those skilled in using hidden weapons despicable people?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference? Lin Feng has only just entered the second rank and refined a first-tier demon spirit. How do you expect him to fight?"

Amidst the murmurs, Lin Feng slowly walked towards Zhang Xingyu, causing many people's expressions to change slightly.

This duel is a fight to the death.

Zhang Xingyu has lost his fighting ability and has been defeated.

Lin Feng is now stepping forward; is he trying to wipe them all out?

As for?
There was no deep-seated hatred between them.

Hongyun University hosts several life-or-death battles every year, but very few actually manage to kill each other.

Engaging in a life-or-death struggle is simply a way to fight without restraint and avoid trouble.

After all, if a normal challenge results in serious injury or death, one must be held responsible.

"you win."

Zhang Xingyu's face was pale, and the sharp pain in his chest made his body tremble slightly. Looking at Lin Feng who was slowly approaching, he felt somewhat unwilling and frustrated, but he was not afraid.

He had no intention of killing Lin Feng, and naturally, he didn't believe that Lin Feng would actually kill him.

"That's it?" Lin Feng asked, looking down at Zhang Xingyu.

If the life-or-death struggle is resolved like this, then anyone can fight him to the death. What's the point for him?
Zhang Xingyu's expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I'll give you one hundred million."

One hundred million was exactly the amount Lin Feng had set for the bet.

"I gave you two choices back then. You chose the fight to the death. I could spare your life, but a fight to the death is different from a gambling fight. The stakes will be doubled to two hundred million."

Zhang Xingyu's face was very ugly, and his eyes were extremely angry.

At the time, he didn't think he would lose, which is why he chose to fight to the death. If the bet was 100 million, Yunjin Group should have paid the money, since he was representing Yunjin Group in the fight.

But if it's 200 million, he might have to be responsible for the extra 100 million himself.

One hundred million is a very large sum of money for him.

"I only have one hundred million. If that's not enough, just kill me."

Zhang Xingyu looked at Lin Feng and said, word by word.

He couldn't believe that Lin Feng would actually dare to kill him.

No one dared to easily kill in front of the teachers and students of Hongyun University; after all, no one wanted their classmate to be a cold-blooded killer.

Moreover, this battle has attracted the attention of the entire nation.

Murder in front of the entire nation?
It's normal for martial artists to fight each other, but as classmates, if Lin Feng were to kill someone over such a trivial matter, he would definitely face criticism and boycott.

Are they acting with impunity?

Facing the composed Zhang Xingyu, Lin Feng smiled and said, "You guessed right, I won't kill you, it's too bloody, but I can destroy your soul sea."

After saying that, Lin Feng slowly placed the dagger on Zhang Xingyu's lower abdomen, the tip of the dagger aimed at the location of the soul sea, and laughed, "Want to make a bet?"

Take a gamble!
Zhang Xingyu trembled, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, clearly frightened. Lin Feng's indifferent gaze, though devoid of killing intent, revealed a hint of eagerness.

At this moment, Zhang Xingyu really wanted to say, "Go ahead and do it if you dare," but he didn't dare.

If his soul sea is destroyed, he will be practically crippled!
"I really have no money!" Zhang Xingyu shook his head, saying with some bitterness.

Lin Feng smiled slightly: "If you don't have money, go to Yun Jin Group. Didn't they send you here? Tell them that if the money isn't in my account within five minutes, I'll pierce your soul sea with a dagger. They won't dare not give it to you."

Zhang Xingyu looked bitter. Indeed, if he made that call, Yunjin Group would have to pay up, even if it meant gritting his teeth, in front of a national audience.

However, if he were to give it to her, he feared he would never be able to receive any more resources or training from Yun Jin.

But at this point, do I still have a choice?
"you are vicious."

Zhang Xingyu said helplessly. He had his phone with him, dialed a number, and without even explaining the reason in detail, Yun Jin Group already understood what had happened.

After all, this is a live broadcast.

They were also the audience.

Two minutes later, Lin Feng's phone chimed with a text message notification that 200 million had been deposited into his account.

Just as he had predicted, even if he was unwilling, he had to give it without hesitation in front of the whole nation.

Giving it to them would leave a good impression, but if they didn't, even if Lin Feng didn't dare to take action, the reputation of Yunjin Group would be ruined.

After paying, Zhang Xingyu gave Lin Feng a deep look, then struggled to his feet and walked off the stage, his steps unsteady and his head bowed.

At this moment, Lin Feng looked at the referee and said, "Next, those who fight to the death go first!"

(End of this chapter)