"Roar... roar..." With every grab Chen Feng made, a roar erupted from his mouth. Old Yi, protected by his energy shield, resembled a tortoise with its shell, forcing a bitter smile onto his face under Chen Feng's brutal assault.

Old Yi felt like weeping; as the Empire's foremost Archmage, being pinned down and manhandled so unceremoniously—if this got out, how could he ever show his face again? However, the sheer power of this frantic technique employed by the berserk youth was immense. Had he not continuously reinforced his energy shield, he would surely have been killed already!

If this move were unleashed without warning or preparation, perhaps even a Dou Zun expert couldn't escape!

What astonished Old Yi even more was that when the opponent used this technique, he felt trapped as if sinking into a mire, completely immobilized, unable to even struggle, let alone fight back.

What a bizarre, uncanny, and overwhelmingly powerful Dou Technique!

As Old Yi marveled, an energy fluctuation rippled through the surroundings, and an elder in a robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns abruptly appeared. Seeing Old Yi pinned to the ground, the elder's eyes filled with astonishment.

"It's that red-haired youth? What in the world is going on?" the elder muttered, then his expression suddenly shifted: "Could it be... could this be the legendary Dou Technique from the Overseas Continent?"

Chen Feng seemed to sense someone behind him and glanced over his shoulder, exhaling a puff of white vapor. He didn't stop his assault, delivering two more violent strikes with his hands, causing a massive splash of azure flames on the ground!

"Bang!" Old Yi was flung two meters away by the Azure Flame.

After finishing with Old Yi, Chen Feng turned to rush at the elder in the golden-threaded dragon robe. He took only three steps before his legs suddenly gave way, and he collapsed, falling unconscious!

After relentlessly bombarding Old Yi, who was shielded, and finally expending every last ounce of strength to unleash Yatogami (Eight Maiden Gods), all the energy within him was depleted. He could no longer sustain himself and slipped into a coma.

It seemed a rampage wasn't entirely a good thing. If one couldn't kill the enemy during the berserk state, collapsing from exhaustion afterward would leave one vulnerable to being casually slaughtered!

"What happened?" the elder asked, addressing Old Yi, who was slowly rising from the ground.

"Ahem... ahem..." Old Yi's face flushed crimson: "He accidentally took a potion I concocted. The excessive energy caused..."

The elder in the golden-threaded dragon robe immediately wore a strange expression: "Your potion? You mean that potion you mentioned that temporarily increases strength?"

Old Yi nodded.

The elder in the golden-threaded dragon robe could only offer a wry smile: "In the future, it's best not to give others your potions before confirming their safety. This... this would have been incredibly dangerous if it happened in a crowded area... Furthermore, it’s best not to experiment on that kid; he might be from the Overseas Continent!"

Noticing the change in Old Yi's expression, he continued: "It's fortunate no major incident occurred. I'm leaving. It’s best not to let this matter become widely known!" With that, his figure slowly faded and vanished into the air.

Old Yi wiped the cold sweat from his brow and let out a breath. Every time he met this elder in the golden-threaded dragon robe, a tremor ran through him from the bottom of his heart. This elder was the Guardian of the Loki Empire, who had lived for an unknown number of years, his cultivation profound beyond measure.

Take this instance, for example. He had set up restriction spells throughout this room. If he hadn't, the commotion caused by himself and Iori Yagami would have surely attracted onlookers long ago. Yet, the restrictions he placed were useless against this elder, who sensed the energy fluctuation from within the imperial palace and rushed over!

"Truly too powerful; his cultivation is definitely beyond my current comprehension," Old Yi muttered, looking at the unconscious Chen Feng. With a beckoning motion of his right hand, Chen Feng slowly levitated, drifting toward the bedside.

After Chen Feng settled onto the bed, Old Yi sighed: "If you truly are from the Overseas Continent, I have caused a monumental disaster this time... Ah!" After a moment of deep thought, he smiled: "It seems I'll have to treat you well this time!" He summoned a staff into his hand, his expression immediately turning profoundly solemn and benevolent, as a set of complex, incomprehensible incantations began to issue from his lips.

The chant lasted for nearly a minute. Upon finishing, Old Yi bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and traced a strange cross in the air.

The cross, sharp as a sword, sliced open a fissure in the air. Following this rift, a vast, unparalleled, pure energy flooded into the room.

In the presence of this energy, even a Dou Zun expert would tremble from the depths of their soul. It wasn't merely the power's strength, but its incomprehensibility, which compelled one to bow down in reverence!

Under Old Yi's control, this power converged toward Chen Feng, who lay flat on the bed.

After a minute, Old Yi’s face turned waxy yellow, and a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

Another minute passed. Once all the energy surging from the cross had entered Chen Feng’s body, Old Yi finally stopped, collapsing onto the floor and gasping for air.

"Ninth-level Light-element Restoration Magic—Divine Descent Restoration Art. It’s truly too taxing; my old bones can barely manage it anymore!" He shook his head, seemingly filled with melancholy.

After sighing for a moment, he sat where he was to recover his breath. Looking at Chen Feng on the bed, he smiled: "Very few people get to enjoy the benefit of Ninth-level Magic for stamina recovery. Although you took my potion by mistake this time, the benefit you gained is likely even greater!"

He stood up and walked out of the room. The Ninth-level Magic had drained him too severely; he couldn't recover fully in a short time, so he decided to walk to the laboratory, as the distance wasn't too great. ...................................................................................................................

Chen Feng's consciousness gradually awoke. He felt incredibly comfortable, as if soaking in a hot spring after exhaustion, or perhaps lying securely in his mother's arms as an infant.

Streams of warmth permeated his skin through every pore, slowly nourishing his injured muscles.

The cyclone in his Dantian was also recovering silently, growing stronger within this warm current.

"Drip, drip, drip..." More and more cyclones condensed into liquid form during this process, and even the liquid cyclones began to change. If they were previously scattered soldiers, a drop here and a drop there, without order, this time they showed a clear tendency to converge toward the center.

He slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

"What happened to me? Did I go into a rampage just now?" Although Chen Feng lacked consciousness during the berserk state, he could clearly recall all his actions upon waking.

"True Yatogami..." Chen Feng's face immediately broke into a look of wild joy: "I actually used the True Yatogami just now!"

He reviewed his previous movements, consolidating all the techniques in his mind.

"So that's how it is. The difference between my fake Yatogami and this is too vast; no wonder it couldn't unleash power beyond my current cultivation!" Chen Feng understood immediately how rudimentary the things he had randomly researched were.

"Outer Style: Raging Kick, Yin Death God, Three Hundred and Eleven Style: Grasping Joint, Inner Three Hundred and Sixteen Style: Jackal Flower... I never expected one rampage to allow me to comprehend all of Iori Yagami's moves! Now, only the Hachishaku Cup capable of stopping time remains!" Chen Feng felt an indescribable thrill.

Iori Yagami's techniques numbered over a hundred. He had only learned seven before, which already allowed him to challenge opponents above his level. Now that he comprehended them all, how powerful would he become? Just thinking about it was exciting! Furthermore, running through all the moves in his mind had deepened his understanding of KOF techniques.

"I didn't expect Old Yi's potion, combined with the frantic blood generated internally, could trigger the rampage! His potion really is a good thing," Chen Feng chuckled. "I originally thought that adding blood and a frantic killing intent would create 'Frantic Blood.' I guess I underestimated the Frantic Blood. To elevate someone from the KOF world several times in a short time—it couldn't be that simple. To stumble upon the method for achieving a rampage this time, my luck is indeed good!"

Chen Feng felt fortunate and checked the cyclones in his Dantian. Although he didn't know what Old Yi did to him while he was unconscious, it was definitely helpful.

His current cultivation was too low. Forcibly using the rampage would have severe side effects on his body. Without Old Yi's assistance, Chen Feng was certain that after unleashing this rampage, his cultivation wouldn't only fail to increase, but would likely drop a level, compounded by internal injuries, reducing his actual strength by more than half!

But now, not only was his body without any discomfort, it was brimming with power. Chen Feng was confident his current strength was at least 50% greater than before the rampage!

The most joyous discovery was that the liquid droplets condensing in his Dantian were showing signs of convergence. Once they successfully converged, it would signify reaching the strength of a Ninth-level Fighter. It seemed that reaching Ninth-level Fighter status, which he previously estimated would take three months, could now be achieved easily within five days!

"As expected, the drop of Frantic Blood I manufactured in the Nether Feather Pavilion was completely consumed after the rampage. It seems I need to manufacture more of that blood to rampage again," Chen Feng mused. He walked back to the bedside, flipped his wrist, and the Nether Feather Sword instantly flashed out from his palm.

As the Nether Feather Sword appeared, the entire room was immediately saturated with a frenzied killing intent. Although this intent was intense, Chen Feng had experienced it once before and was now adept, remaining completely unaffected.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he channeled the frantic killing intent into his body, continuously fusing it with the drop of blood within him.

An hour later.

Chen Feng let out a long breath, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He returned the Nether Feather Sword to its sheath and observed the three drops of blood he had separately stored within his body, his face filled with a sense of accomplishment.

This time, not only did he endure the intense killing intent from the Nether Feather Sword for a longer duration, but the "Frantic Blood" he condensed increased from one drop to three.

Now, all he needed was to ask Old Yi for more of the potion that induced his rampage. Then, in a moment of critical danger, he could swallow the potion and unleash the berserk state!

"I should go see Old Yi again," Chen Feng decided. He stood up and walked out of the room.

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