Feng and Long Hu had seen this old fool who tried to act cool, but purposely ignored him, they decided that it was only when he attacked them that they were going to make their moves. However, they didn't have to wait long.
"Kekeke, begin!"
As the old fool said this, a dark grimoire appeared by his side. The sound of a thousand wraiths howling reverberated through the atmosphere.
Feng gave the old coot a weird look and spoke.
"Hmm, why do you take pride in using your grimoire to do that, does it seem to make you look cool?"
The old coot had no idea what Feng spoke about, and merely shook his head and deduced it as the hot-bloodedness of youth.
Feng looked towards Long Hu and spoke. "I'm sorry, this old fool is mine."
"Ah, no worries, I was hungry anyway, my strength would reduce if I fought."
"En." Feng nodded in agreement.
The old man was angry, how dare these youngsters treat him like he didn't exist. At that moment, he decided to forget about it, after all, they were going to die by his hands a moment after.
"[Summon: Wraith Warriors]"
The old coot let out a shout as he chanted a spell, dozens of spell words began to appear in the air, and the howling of wraiths intensified.
A short moment after, several corporeal figures of hate appeared in front of Feng and Long Hu. They held all sorts of weapons, swords, bone spears, bows and arrows. It all seemed like quite an imposing sight.
But upon all this, Feng didn't pay attention to this sight, and instead focused on the power that he hadn't used all this while. The sound of beating war drums could be heard and at the same time Feng's heart beat faster, his eyes became bloodshot, his mouth spread into an unnatural smile (covered by his mask), his skin became red and his veins throbbed, making it look as though he vibrated.
This transformation was unbelievable, even those who had seen it before could not help it and had to look towards him. It was the same [Primordial Path of The Asura] technique, yet it was different.
Those who had seen this technique before figured it out in an instant. It was the sound of drums being beaten.
Even Damon and Mephistopheles looked at him a second time, a slight familiarity could be seen in their eyes. The same thoughts ran through their minds at the same time.
'I didn't even realize, that this boy was the successor of that race'
Mephistopheles shook his head helplessly. His previous decision concerning Feng was even more clear now, the boy had too much good luck, where would his companions find the kind of luck he had?
The sound of the beating drums intensified, and the wailing of ghosts and howling of wraiths appeared around Feng, clearly sounding more terrifying than the sounds around the old man.
"Hehe, you like this? None of you might know, but this is my Alambara[1]." Feng said pointing towards his beating heart.
As he said this, the sound of the supposed 'Alambara' grew louder, sounding more and more like the peal of thunder.
The power which Feng used involved no special energy, he merely removed the limits on his his body's potential.
Not giving any time for the opponent to recover from the shock, Feng took a step forward, with each movement the sound of the 'Alambara' intensified, coupled with the sound of his movement, it sounded like a vast storm.
His fist tore tore through the wraith warriors, this should have been possible if Feng didn't digress from the normal path and infused close to every cell within his l body with Spiritual Energy, if he fought a human weaker than him, a single punch would dissipate their soul.
His white gloved hand dissipated the wraith warriors like a blade going through pure flesh. In the blink of an eye, all the wraith warriors were gone. Feng stopped moving to look at the demonic apparel that was gifted to him by Damon, after a while, he realized that these clothes wouldn't tear even if he transformed when he wore it.
He stopped worrying and never left the clothes, his body was constantly covered in a dark cloak that could cover the skies, a mask that couldn't be seen through, boots that could traverse space itself. And cool looking white gloves. Although these gloves looked ornamental and for fashion, perhaps there were only a few people in the world that knew the pair of gloves wasn't for fashion alone, they had certain effects when dealing with spirits like the Wraith Warriors he had just dissipated.
Feng stopped pondering on all these and looked towards the opponent who had countless beads of sweat on his forehead. 'Dammit, if I managed to break through to the Lord rank, this little boy wouldn't be my match!'
The old man grit his teeth and chant another incantation, several dark spell words appeared in the sky.
[Summon: Zombie Warriors]
[Spell: Arms of Darkness]
Surprisingly it was a dual cast, but all this didn't matter to Feng. He took on a stance that was usually seen when athletes were about to run. Like a charging bull, he pierced through Zombie Warriors, but the dual cast was trickier that he expected.
The Arms of Darkness spell didn't activate immediately, but instead only took effect when Feng reached a certain point.
Whoosh
Dozens of dark arms ascended from the ground and held Feng in place. It was also then that he realized the strategy that the old man was using.
"Kekeke, you're not getting away!"
As Feng said this, the 'Alambara' beat even faster and the arms of darkness were pulverized.
Stomp!
Taking a large stomp, Feng flew upwards and landed in front of the escaping opponent.
"Any last words?"
"Yes, the Soul of the Abyss shall not forgive you!"
He howled, his last few words seemingly forming a curse that went unnoticed and imprinted itself unto Feng.
"You were presumptuous and arrogant, perhaps you shan't be like that in your next life."
Lin Feng said calmly, his eyes expressionless.
[1] The alambara is a weapon said to be owned by asuras. It is said to sound similar to the peal of thunder.