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Chapter 262.
The Titled Douluo of the agility system was far faster than Wang Feng had imagined!
"Hey, you're quite interesting, kid. You managed to see my movements?" Ghost Douluo's voice sounded ominously.
"How intriguing. A Soul Ancestor of only level forty-five can actually perceive the speed of a Titled Douluo at level ninety-five? It's a pity, even if you can see me clearly, what can you do?"
Ghost Douluo couldn't help but be surprised. As a Titled Douluo at level ninety-five, even without using any speed-enhancing soul abilities, it was unlikely that a Soul Ancestor of level forty-five could detect him. Even Soul Saints and Soul Douluo couldn't sense him! Why could this one?
But Ghost Douluo couldn't be bothered to ponder.
Almost as soon as this sound rang out, Tang San's soul abilities suddenly surged, filling almost everyone's hearts with extreme danger. Even with the manifestation of their martial soul, they didn't feel secure.
"Titled Douluo seems to be even more formidable than I had imagined," Wang Feng, now in the [Slow World] state, remarked. He made no immediate movements, recognizing the incredible speed of Ghost Douluo. It was beyond Tang San's ability to react. Though Wang Feng could sense Ghost Douluo's direction, defeating him in that moment seemed near impossible. Even with the Pangu Axe, it wouldn't guarantee a hit and might not even be able to block the opponent.
"Black Lotus!"
Wang Feng uttered in a low voice, his figure springing into action. Adding the [Lotus of Thorns] effect to himself in the urgency of the moment, he had no time to utilize the Golden Lotus.
"Courting death!" A cold glint flashed in Ghost Douluo's eyes.
A Soul Ancestor of level forty-five dared to rush towards him? Even if he could perceive his position, what gave him such confidence?
The two moved with incredible speed. Tang San barely had time to react before a sharp sound erupted in the air. The massive shockwave tousled everyone's clothes.
Then, Wang Feng was sent flying, leaving behind a long trail on the ground. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and he ended up half-supported by his hand on the ground.
"Wang Feng!" Several voices cried out in alarm.
On the other side, Ghost Douluo suddenly appeared within the sight of several people, quietly observing the young man. His eyes, hidden under the shadow, betrayed a hint of shock.
"This kid... he didn't die trying to take me on?" Ghost Douluo was genuinely surprised.
Could a Soul Ancestor of level forty-five really manage to take his attack? Ghost Douluo hadn't held back in that strike, fully intending to deal a fatal blow. He had stated that he didn't rely on any soul abilities, relying solely on his immense physical strength and speed. But this young man managed to withstand his attack?
"But it's a shame. My soul power carried a trace of ghostly power in that strike. No matter how robust this kid's body is, once touched by my ghostly power, he'll descend into madness until death!" Ghost Douluo sneered inwardly. Ghostly energy attribute was his speciality, typically embedded within all his attacks.
By infiltrating the opponent upon contact, ghostly energy corroded their soul, a potent mental assault.
As he eyed Tang San, a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes, preparing to strike. But then, the space seemed to constrict –slightly.
Suddenly, a flash of sword light emerged from the void, as if it had entrapped Ghost Douluo. Only another Title Douluo could wield such control over another.
A gentle breeze stirred, and countless sword lights danced in the air, revealing a white-haired handsome man before them all.
"Huh? Sword Douluo, Chen Xin?" Ghost Douluo regarded the man coldly and with a little fear. "I hadn't expected the renowned Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, to intervene in this matter."
"Scram!" Sword Douluo's eyes shut, emanating the supreme aura of sword mastery. His longsword hummed, its azure sheen echoing through the skies.
"Wang Feng is betrothed to my daughter from the Seven-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect, and Tang San is a friend of ours from the same sect. Naturally, Fengzhi wouldn't stand for it." Ning Fengzhi strolled forward, a gentle smile adorning his features as he held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his palm.
Wang Feng was dumbstruck. When did he agree to become the son-in-law of the Seven Treasure Glazed Til4e Pagoda Sect? These old foggies are so shameless!
But he pushed aside these thoughts for the moment. When he had made contact with Ghost Douluo earlier, he had felt an icy aura seeping into his body from the opponent's palm. Luckily, this energy could be absorbed by the Black Lotus, but it required time to be absorbed. If left unchecked, it could lead to dire consequences.
However, Ghost Douluo's expression soured. Gazing at them both, he realized it was futile today. With a cold snort, he remarked, "Old Chrysnathemum, let's leave! Someone's covering for them today, so let's just tally the accounts for another time."
Boom!
In the distance, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Dugu Bo erupted with a resounding noise, as the leaves of the strange Chrysanthemum and Jade Phosphorous Serpent poisonous mist spread and blossomed.
The two figures were sent flying in opposite directions, their faces grim as they glanced at each other. Facing just Dugu Bo alone, they stood a chance, but with Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi now involved, their odds of victory plummeted.
Without hesitation, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo vanished from sight, leaving the group to finally exhale in relief.
"Brother Feng, are you alright?" Ning Rongrong approached Wang Feng with concern. "That dark figure just now also seemed to be a Titled Douluo, and you..."
The seven hadn't seen clearly what had happened, only witnessing Wang Feng being sent flying.
"Rongrong, step aside and let me have a look." In a flash, Sword Douluo was at Wang Feng's side, with Ning Fengzhi quickly following suit.
Placing a hand on Wang Feng's shoulder, Sword Douluo probed his body with his soul power. After a moment, he looked puzzled.
"Huh?"
"It seems this kid is completely unharmed," he remarked. "Could it be that Ghost Douluo's strength has diminished? Or perhaps he didn't use all of his strength?"
Sword Douluo felt an odd sensation creeping over him.
"A forty-fifth-level Soul Ancestor enduring an attack from Ghost Douluo... And he is unharmed?"
This wasn't like the last time when he had kicked the kid himself. That had been a mere physical blow without the use of any soul power. But Ghost Douluo had shown no mercy.
After a moment, Wang Feng opened his eyes and coughed a few times. "Thank you, Grandpa Sword, for your concern. I'm fine," he said, sounding surprisingly refreshed as he stood up with a bright expression. Sword Douluo eyebrows twitched hearing Wang Feng calling him 'Grandpa Sword'.
His soul power had even risen by one level, and the reserve power of the Black Lotus had also been replenished, providing ample energy for cultivation. Wang Feng felt rather pleased with himself.
The others were stunned into silence.
Ning Fengzhi chuckled. "Indeed, being able to withstand a Titled Douluo strike at forty-fifth level is quite the feat, Xiao Feng. You've made history."
Tang San was astonished. They hadn't witnessed the specifics of the confrontation, so Wang Feng must have pretended to face the Titled Douluo head-on. No wonder he had ended up spitting blood. They hadn't even seen it happen.
Wang Feng modestly shook his head. "It's nothing... I've learned some tricks from Old Poison before. He also used to attack me."
Dugu Bo approached, his expression serious.
"Damn it, I'm not a Titled Douluo well versed in attack power! That Ghost Douluo is a ninety-fifth level agility attack system Titled Douluo. It's not the same. If he had fought me without using soul skills and just relied on his body, I might not have fared so well... You, let me examine you, kid!"
After examining Wang Feng, Dugu Bo was also genuinely surprised. Was he truly unscathed? It seemed implausible. Ghost Douluo wouldn't have held back. But how could this kid emerge unharmed from a confrontation with a Titled Douluo?
Wang Feng shook his head and smiled. "No need to –check, I'm really fine. But, Old Poison, you arrived just in time today."
Otherwise, I would have had to resort to the Pangu Axe.
This had been Wang Feng's first real encounter with a Titled Douluo, and it had been eye-opening. Even with his [Deification] soul ability at full strength, withstanding his attacks would have been uncertain.
Ghost Douluo, with his terrifying speed, had been nearly impossible to hit.
"It seems I still have a long way to go... Only at level 45, and I'm already aiming to defeat a Titled Douluo... It's quite ambitious and arrogant of me," Wang Feng thought to himself, especially facing such formidable opponents.
He realized he might have to reach level sixty before he could stand a chance against such powerful Titled Douluo. Each level was a significant gap in their domain.
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