Seeing Lin Feng’s sudden transformation, Bu Zheng was also surprised.
That trace of killing intent, though faint, was icy to the extre, sending a chill through his heart.
It was only at this mont that Bu Zheng finally realized—the young man before him, barely twenty-one, was the one who slew a Sixth Grade alien genius, struck terror in the hearts of many, and single-handedly wiped out an entire bloodline—a true demon fiend.
He was no stranger to death, his hands stained with blood.
"Don’t be impulsive."
"No matter if the Apostle mission changes, no matter why you’re the target, as it stands, you are the weakest among the Apostle candidates."
"You’re too young; youth is your asset, but also your weakness. This year’s National College Glory League, and the World College Glory League’s rewards—this is your best chance to make up the gap."
"During this period, I’ll be by your side twenty-four hours a day to ensure your safety," Bu Zheng said.
He had been worried ever since the astronomical bounty appeared.
A hundred billion bounty would make countless assassins go wild, relentless in their pursuit.
He’d anticipated it already, and was always protecting Lin Feng, but he never expected soone would be so bold, to make a move right under the noses of so many powerful figures.
What’s more, as luck would have it, Zhang Yulin was actually in the sa hotel.
Thinking of this, Bu Zheng could only feel it was trendously dangerous.
Allowing a Dream Master to sneak up without a sound—even thinking about it was terrifying.
"How did you kill her?"
Bu Zheng looked at Lin Feng, asking curiously.
Earlier he’d thought it was just that this Dream Master was too weak, so Lin Feng got lucky—but now, he could see the truth was far more complicated.
To beco an Apostle candidate, how could she possibly be weak?
According to the files, this woman nad Zhang Yulin, twenty-eight years old, had killed a Ninth Grade expert—more than one, in fact.
In the real world, he himself could kill her easily, but in the Dream Realm, to kill such a Dream Master—even he couldn’t do it, and it would be extrely dangerous, with the risk of being killed instead.
This was why he’d just lied to everyone, saying it was he who discovered the Dream Realm intrusion and killed the enemy.
"Luck, I guess."
Lin Feng dodged the question, giving no explanation.
Bu Zheng didn’t press further, only growing even more curious about Lin Feng’s secrets inside.
A demon fiend’s martial arts talent, a Divine Level comprehension of cultivation techniques, and a sky-high success rate for absorbing Soul Skills.
A super-strong resistance to illusion and spirit magic, and now the ability to kill a powerful Dream Master inside the Dream Realm—Lin Feng’s trump cards were endless.
So many it was shocking.
Good thing he was the only one who knew about these trump cards; otherwise, the bounty from the alien race would probably double overnight.
"By the way, Dean Bu, do you know the identities of the other four Apostle candidates?"
Lin Feng asked.
If he knew their identities, he could lock down their positions, and wouldn’t need to worry about sneak attacks all the ti.
Even with Bu Zheng protecting him, it was still not absolutely safe.
After all, you can’t guard against a thief every day.
"I know one: Xu An’an from Anlong City—he’s one of the candidates. The other three, I don’t know."
Bu Zheng said, "The Apostle mission was passed on via Xu An’an; he’s military, so since he let you know it, he won’t make a move against you."
"So that leaves three!"
Lin Feng nodded. "Forget it, no point overthinking—improving my own strength is the real key."
This Apostle mission had left Lin Feng feeling sour at heart, mainly because he was still too weak; if he were stronger, he might even find the task quite exciting.
The assassination attempt made Nightmare stronger, but he got a benefit out of it too.
Nightmare devoured Zhang Yuli’s soul—her powerful soul force strengthened Nightmare, and forcefully expanded Lin Feng’s Soul Sea by double. At the sa ti, his Fourth Grade Dragon Fish seed to be showing signs of evolution.
If he had the resources for support, the Dragon Fish could likely reach Fifth Grade Demon Spirit within a week, and then he could devour the Six-winged Illusion Python Demon Spirit.
If he could absorb the Illusion Soul Skill, his strength would surge dramatically.
The Dragon Fish’s talent skill weakness would also be addressed.
...
Two days later. Nine in the morning.
Shangjing, beneath the Guardian Divine Artifact, was already covered by tens of thousands of enthusiastic citizens.
The National College Glory League, the playoffs venue was Shangjing. Today, the thirteen national college teams would be arriving, and the passionate people of Shangjing had been waiting early, yearning to see the Chosen Ones coming from other Base Cities.
Many fans were there, holding up posters of their favorite idols, shouting their nas excitedly.
Of them all, "Lin Feng!" was shouted most feverishly; next was Yun Kai, while local favorite Zhan Tianyu was strangely overshadowed by the two.
"Why aren’t they here yet? I’ve been waiting two hours."
"I’ve waited half a day, but seeing the Chosen Ones is worth it. If you’re impatient, just go ho."
"Do I look like an idiot? I still haven’t seen Lin Feng—I ca just for him."
"I’m here to see Yun Kai. He’s the Ancestral Demonized Half-beastman, after all."
The crowd buzzed, the atmosphere lively.
At the very front, faculty and student representatives from Great Wall University had also been waiting for quite a while.
The playoffs weren’t like the preliminary round, which only lasted a day; the playoffs would go on for more than half a month, with so events held at Great Wall University. As hosts, they naturally had to welco their guests arriving from afar.
Among the faculty and student reps, a girl caught many people’s attention—tall and slender at 1.73 ters, dressed in black sportswear, her look pure yet tinged with allure.
Her raven hair was tied at the back with a silver ribbon, with arched willow brows, sparkling eyes that could steal souls, a dainty nose, cheeks tinted pink, cherry lips like droplets of water, her oval face delicate as jade, and a stunning figure.
She was long used to the stares and didn’t care; looking at the enthusiastic people before her, a trace of emotion flickered in her eyes.
"I told you not to co, but you insisted. How does it feel now—complicated?"
Next to the girl in black, another girl asked curiously.
Compared to the pure-yet-enchanting girl beside her, this one with ear-length short hair, features finely chiseled like a mixed-blood beauty, dressed in brown tactical gear, looked more spirited.
"A little. I thought I’d never see him again."
Ya Ge glanced at her friend’s nosy gaze, nodded, and didn’t deny it.
Lin Feng’s arrival really made her feel complicated—and shocked.
You could say, over the past two years, from comrcial endorsents to becoming the top scorer for college entrance exams, Lin Feng had surprised her again and again.
"Regret it?"
"Enough with the looks, I’m not that fragile."
Seeing her friend poke her face closer, Ya Ge laughed, pushing her aside, "We broke up, so what’s there to regret? Besides, I wasn’t the one who suggested it."
Speaking up to there, Ya Ge said lightly, "Neither of us made a mistake—we just didn’t expect that in only two years, he has co so far."
"Don’t lose heart."
Feng Yining patted Ya Ge’s shoulder, encouraging her: "You broke through to Fourth Grade, absorbed four Soul Skills; now your Enchanting Butterfly—with Ju Xing’s help—evolved into Enchanting Demoness, comparable to the Earth Chart Demon Spirits. In terms of talent, you’re not worse than him."
Hearing her best friend say that, Ya Ge actually smiled: "There’s no point in comparing, and besides, there’s nothing to compare—it’s just self-comfort."
Those kinds of comforting words did nothing for her.
"Yeah, there really is no comparison."
Feng Yining could only smile helplessly.
Indeed, those words were just self-deception.
Right now, they were both still relatively unknown.
While Lin Feng had beco the national Chosen One, famous worldwide.
Ya Ge had just broken through Fourth Grade, which was very fast; but Lin Feng was at Sixth Grade already.
He had just hit Sixth Grade, and already recognized as invincible at that level, with a brilliant battle record. Comparing their refined Demon Spirits was just self-comfort.
You had to rember: though Lin Feng started with a First Grade Dragon Fish, rumor had it now the Dragon Fish had evolved to Fifth Grade, absorbed five Soul Skills—and all were high level, including Purple Gold and Diamond Soul Skills.
Whereas Ya Ge and her, they didn’t even have a single Purple Gold Soul Skill, much less a Diamond one.
They were still hoping next year they might make the team as substitutes, while Lin Feng was already captain of the Red Cloud Team—the gap between them wouldn’t close, only get wider.
"You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s just too much of a demon fiend."
Feng Yining consoled.
As her best friend, Feng Yining knew all about Ya Ge’s story—it wasn’t as dramatic as the rumors said.
Ya Ge’s choice wasn’t wrong; if she were in her place, she would have made the sa call.
The problem was Lin Feng—he didn’t play by the rules, was just too monstrous.
"Enough, stop comforting . If I cared that much, I wouldn’t have co."
Ya Ge shook her head slightly.
Just as she finished speaking, amid a wave-like roar of cheers, the crowd boiled over. Ya Ge looked up; when that familiar figure appeared, her long, black eyelashes fluttered over her autumn-water eyes as they trembled. In that instant, her body stiffened a little. Though she quickly recovered, Feng Yining noticed, a hint of helplessness crossing her lips.
She says she doesn’t care, but really, who wouldn’t...
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