“Self-detonation…” Chen Feng watched the collapsed restaurant, a wave of profound sorrow churning in his chest, so stifling it nearly made him vomit blood.
This scout had instantly detonated himself just to buy him a chance to escape! The self-destruction of a Nether Venerable expert was an act only undertaken when utterly cornered.
Chen Feng looked at the Young Clan Leader emerging unscathed, his eyes beginning to burn crimson, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
“Power, I need power!” he roared inwardly, clenching his fists until his muscles convulsed like exploding mounds, emitting a grinding sound.
Never before had Chen Feng craved strength with such desperate intensity! Like a fish flung onto the shore gasping for water, he felt utterly frenzied.
“Aargh…” he bellowed, fighting through waves of dizziness in his head.
“What’s the worst that can happen? I collapse into a coma again, or I die here—I must mobilize my strength!” a cry echoed in his mind, and the latent potential within his body instantly erupted.
Vvvvmmm…
The air shrieked with a sharp resonance as a massive wave of energy surged around him, causing the bluestone flagstones beneath his feet to crackle and shatter outwards.
“Ah, the Demon King is here…”
The ordinary civilians walking the street, witnessing such a spectacle, screamed and scattered in terror. In an instant, the entire street was deserted.
“What is happening?” the Young Clan Leader called out anxiously, observing Chen Feng’s bizarre state.
“He looks like he’s… breaking through! Stop him now!” a soldier shouted, charging directly toward Chen Feng.
But before he could reach Chen Feng, the soldier seemed to slam into an invisible wall. A violent tremor seized his body as if it had been instantly immobilized!
“Aaaargh…” Chen Feng roared, thrusting his fist forward, plunging it directly into the other man’s chest—except his fist didn't penetrate; there wasn't even a scratch on the body!
Great Serpent Skill: Soul Rip!
Bang!
A wisp of white mist materialized in Chen Feng’s hand. He clenched his fist, shaping the vaporous substance into the form of a steamed bun, simultaneously emitting a bright flash of light from his hand. With a swift motion, he swallowed the white mist whole!
Shun'ei Satsuma-ken (Flesh-Eating Bun)!
Anyone familiar with The King of Fighters knows that this character, along with Athena Asamiya, studied under Chin Gentsai, representing the "China Team" in the game.
He possessed a unique skill, the Flesh-Eating Bun, which allowed him to restore his internal blood supply by consuming buns.
As Chen Feng’s soul power waned and dizziness racked his mind, a figure rushed him. In desperation, he unleashed the ultimate technique of Soul Rip, snatching the enemy’s soul and attempting to use the Flesh-Eating Bun technique to convert that essence into his own sustenance!
After devouring that soul, his mind cleared slightly. With a fierce roar, Chen Feng pushed off the ground, launching himself into the air, and executed a Soul Rip followed by a Flesh-Eating Bun on another soldier rushing toward him!
Immediately, his soul power received a small measure of replenishment.
In truth, these two moves were fundamentally incompatible, and even if linked, should have yielded negligible results. It was only due to Chen Feng’s incredible luck—his emotional turmoil so extreme that he’d resolved to die—that his body’s potential was excavated in a single moment. In his muddled state, he instinctively reached out to seize and swallow the soul, achieving success on the first try!
To rip out an enemy's soul and use it to replenish his own spiritual energy—a feat perhaps impossible even for Orochi in The King of Fighters!
However, the efficiency was pitifully low. Chen Feng had killed no fewer than ten experts at the Nether Venerable level in moments, yet his soul power had recovered less than a tenth of what was lost!
“What’s wrong with them?” The Young Clan Leader’s face turned grim as he watched men die from a single punch delivered by Chen Feng.
What kind of technique could kill instantly without leaving a single mark on the body? Such power was utterly terrifying!
Swoosh! A sharp cry shot into the sky. The Young Clan Leader’s hundred-plus soldiers had been halved by Chen Feng in that short span. Helplessly, he signaled for reinforcements.
Having devoured the souls of over fifty men, Chen Feng’s spirit gained a slight boost. Seeing the Young Clan Leader summoning aid, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes. He shot forward, instantly closing the distance to stand before him!
“Ah… save me…” the Young Clan Leader cried out, scrambling backward in panic.
The two men in black who had been trailing him suddenly thrust their fists toward Chen Feng’s chest simultaneously.
Chen Feng dodged backward but felt as if invisible shackles had locked onto his chest and back, his movement thick and viscous. Sensing disaster, he hammered a punch backward—an Arashi Kake (Biting Storm)—shattering the aerial shackles. He simultaneously blinked out of the area using an instant transmission.
“Hmm, peculiar,” the two men in black muttered in unison.
Their combined spatial lockdown was incredibly potent; even a peak Saint Domain expert, caught unaware, would suffer greatly. For this youth to slip free so swiftly was, to them, frankly unbelievable.
“Those two are both peak Saint Domain strength. I’ve recovered less than twenty percent of my soul power; fighting them will still be difficult,” Chen Feng calculated internally. He scanned his surroundings—the soldiers of the Doron family were already converging from all directions.
“If I get entangled here, even if my soul power recovers, I’m doomed in the face of a hundred thousand troops! Moreover, the soul energy I’ve absorbed is too mixed. If I continue to swallow it without proper digestion, I will inevitably descend into madness until I exhaust myself to death!” Chen Feng knew he could not fight his way through a hundred thousand soldiers.
How many Golden Armored Warriors and Nether Saint experts were among the populace? The ants can bite an elephant to death; no matter how formidable one person’s strength, escape is impossible unless one has reached the Divine level!
“Kill him quickly!” the Young Clan Leader shouted from a safe distance.
Just then, a flash of insight struck Chen Feng: “To shoot a horse, first shoot the rider; to capture the king, first capture the leader—yes!”
With this thought, his aura surged again, his muscles suddenly swelling as he entered a state of absolute power.
Whoosh!
With a sharp whistle of displaced air, Chen Feng charged toward the distant Young Clan Leader.
The Young Clan Leader recognized his intent and turned deathly pale. A large contingent of soldiers surged forward to block Chen Feng’s path.
If Chen Feng forced his way through, even if he killed these men, he would certainly be delayed. A mere moment’s obstruction would allow the two men in black to catch up and ensnare him once more!
In that scenario, not only would escape be impossible, but holding onto his life would become a significant challenge.
“Hahaha…” Chen Feng suddenly burst into laughter mid-air. His figure flickered, executing a Ghost Step that made him vanish instantly from the sky. He reappeared directly before Miss Yu Jiao, seizing her collar and sealing her cultivation!
Although the blast from the scout’s self-detonation was significant, because everyone in the restaurant was an expert, casualties were minimal beyond the initial chaos. Yu Jiao, protected by a soldier, had escaped the blast’s brunt and was currently standing nearby, reapplying makeup to cover the slap mark. She hadn't even noticed Chen Feng seize her.
Charging toward the Young Clan Leader, using the Ghost Step only to snatch Miss Yu Jiao—this was all meticulously planned by Chen Feng, achieving his goal with minimal effort!
“Let me go, or I will kill her!” Chen Feng stated calmly, his right hand gripping Yu Jiao’s throat.
Dizziness washed over him again. The soul energy he’d consumed wasn't truly his own. If his willpower hadn't been ironclad, absorbing that much power in such a short time would have driven him mad long ago. Even so, his head felt like it was splitting, causing excruciating discomfort.
Such consumption was possible, but absorbing so much soul energy in such a brief period left him feeling bloated and overwhelmed. His own soul core could not process the immense influx, causing him to suffer the backlash.
The Young Clan Leader, seeing his sister held hostage, was indeed hesitant. He waved a hand, and the attacking soldiers instantly halted.
“Release Yu Jiao, and I’ll let you leave!” the Young Clan Leader said.
Chen Feng remained silent, extending his left hand to grasp one of Yu Jiao’s arms.
“I’ll count to three. Clear a path!” Chen Feng’s tone was utterly devoid of emotion, as cold as frost.
Yu Jiao’s face instantly turned sallow. She shrieked in alarm.
Chen Feng casually flicked his finger, driving a stream of flame energy into her body, sealing her mouth shut.
“One!” Having done this, Chen Feng stared coldly at the Young Clan Leader and began counting with chilling indifference.
“You release Yu Jiao, and I will immediately pull my men back; I swear it!” the Young Clan Leader insisted.
“Two!” Chen Feng continued shouting.
The Young Clan Leader gritted his teeth, a cruel resolve flickering in his eyes, but the resolve quickly vanished. “If you do not harm Yu Jiao, I will clear a path for you!”
“Three!” Chen Feng shouted the final count, followed immediately by a sharp crack—Yu Jiao’s arm was instantly crushed to powder!
This was no time for romantic sentiment. Even if he were inclined to be chivalrous, he held no affection for such a spoiled woman, so he acted ruthlessly without hesitation!
“Ah…”
Yu Jiao cried out in agony. To establish dominance, Chen Feng had deliberately released the flame energy that silenced her.
“Yu Jiao…” The Young Clan Leader roared, fury blazing in his eyes. He clenched his fists for a moment, then finally relented, “Disperse! All of you, back off!”
The surrounding soldiers exchanged bewildered glances before reluctantly clearing a path.
Seeing their cooperation, Chen Feng finally let out a long breath, cold sweat trickling down his neck into his collar.
This move had been a gamble. If they hadn’t cared about Yu Jiao’s life, he would have lost his tactical advantage, and his chances of escape would have plummeted, leaving him only the option of being overwhelmed and dying there.
Unexpectedly, he had won the gamble again. It seemed the Young Clan Leader did care for Yu Jiao after all.
Chen Feng pulled out a pill, instantly stuffing it into Yu Jiao’s mouth, stopping her cries. He lifted her by the back of her garment and flew out along the path they had cleared!
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