Merging with Demon Spirits

For a Water Attribute cultivator, this fruit is priceless.

Many viewers and Water Attribute Apostles had eyes that glowed, filled with longing.

Consuming a Water Infant Fruit not only changes one’s physique but also substantially increases the chances of becoming a sovereign in the future.

"It’s truly a good thing, capable of effectively alleviating the assimilation by the Nightmare."

Lin Feng sighed, unknowingly glancing at the location of the Wind Celestial King, thankful that the latter had raised the baseline for prizes.

Sensing Lin Feng’s gaze, and even the gratitude in his eyes, the Wind Celestial King’s face turned even grimmer.

He never expected that due to his own actions, the prize for the debut had been elevated by several tiers.

"Should we follow the bet?"

The Celestial King Kong looked at the Celestial King Hai and asked softly.

The Celestial King Hai didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixated on Lin Feng in the arena, to which Lin Feng gave a slight nod.

"Naturally, we follow the bet."

The Celestial King Hai said.

Having won the first match of the debut, the prize belonged to Lin Feng, and he suffered no losses. Even if the Water Infant Fruit was priceless, he could only follow the bet as long as Lin Feng didn’t lose, without diminishing his momentum.

"Then let us begin."

The voice of the Celestial King Kong resonated.

The next second, Kong Feng’s figure vanished into thin air.

"It’s not Instant Teleportation; he must have entered a spatial rift."

Standing where he was, Lin Feng exhaled lightly blue bubbles that quickly morphed into Dragon Fish.

The Dragon Fish flapped their wings and shot out, filling the ground and sky with at least a hundred of them.

As the Apostle of the Celestial King Kong, Kong Feng certainly excelled in various space-related soul skills, and he had already showcased spatial traversal before, executing it truly without a trace.

If he competed for speed and concealment with the opponent, he’d find himself in a futile struggle instead of directly conceding.

Lin Feng stood still, intending to adapt to any change.

As Lin Feng stood still, Kong Feng vanished, whereabouts unknown.

In the tense atmosphere, the audience deliberately lowered their voices.

A minute, two minutes, five minutes passed, and Lin Feng remained standing, completely motionless, not even blinking, while Kong Feng was still nowhere in sight.

"Is this a game of hide-and-seek?"

"I don’t know, but I’m feeling really tense."

"Kong Feng excels at spatial traversal, with the fastest short-distance speed, possessing an absolute advantage. Lin Feng can only stand by and wait. It now depends on who has more patience."

"A fight would be more thrilling."

As time went on, spectators went from quietly whispering in tense anticipation to growing impatient, eventually discussing loudly and finally screaming, seemingly seeking to provoke a chase through their noise.

"Aren’t they going to make a move?"

The ear-piercing screams caused Lin Feng to slightly frown.

At this moment, he was in the open while the enemy was hidden. Observing the surroundings earnestly was vital, as any subtle movement could signal an attack, potentially deciding the outcome of this chase.

The noisy environment was clearly disadvantageous for him but beneficial for Kong Feng.

The screaming continued, growing more intense despite Lin Feng’s frown, seemingly engulfing him in a tidal wave of sound.

While Lin Feng silently endured the noise, a hand suddenly descended from the sky, piercing toward Lin Feng’s head like a sharp sword.

This hand appeared silently, and amidst the sound waves, Lin Feng hadn’t the slightest awareness, only reacting when the arm shot through his already cloud-formed head.

Had it not been for the Divine Level soul skill Illusion, he would have lost.

At the beginning of the trial, Lin Feng had already unleashed Illusion.

Lin Feng stretched out his right hand, aiming to grab Kong Feng’s arm. Touching the opponent meant victory, but he suddenly found his body becoming very stiff.

"Curse-type soul skill."

Lin Feng’s expression slightly changed.

"I know you possess the Illusion soul skill, but Divine Level skills aren’t invincible."

A chuckle was heard, and Kong Feng’s figure materialized from above, hanging inverted with his arm still lodged in Lin Feng’s cloud-formed head.

Lin Feng’s possession of the Illusion soul skill wasn’t a secret, and he also had a soul skill that restrained Illusion.

As long as he touched Lin Feng’s body, he could nullify the soul skill.

Feeling his body growing stiffer, Lin Feng remained calm, not resigning to fate.

"Stand."

He silently chanted in his mind as his form vanished from the original spot, a Dragon Fish appearing in his place.

Before the Dragon Fish could explode, Kong Feng’s figure vanished once more, ghost-like.

In mid-air, Lin Feng glanced around solemnly.

The stiffness slowly receding, yet a mysterious power lingered within, thwarting any attempts to activate the right-hand Illusion.

Clearly, the Illusion soul skill was constrained by the power within, unable to be unleashed again.

If touched by the opponent again, elimination was imminent.

"It seems I’ll win."

The Celestial King Kong chuckled softly, certain of his grip, daring to set this assessment with such assurance.

To him, Lin Feng had exhausted his options.

"Don’t celebrate too early like the Wind Celestial King did."

The Celestial King Hai smiled gently, appearing calm.

Despite his words, he too believed Lin Feng had no chance to turn the tide.

This assessment issued by the Celestial King Kong inherently favored Kong Feng. With Illusion soul skill restricted and such an uncooperative audience, he truly couldn’t envision Lin Feng achieving victory.

Thinking this, he began to feel heartache.

The prize for this second round was the Water Infant Fruit. Losing meant compensating with something of equal value, which pained even him.

As everyone assumed Lin Feng was about to lose, he began moving swiftly across the field, erratically zigzagging without any pattern. At times bolting forward, then abruptly halting and leaping backward, and veering sharply to the left while in the air, akin to a headless chicken.

"If I can’t find you, I’ll drag it out until time runs out."

Lin Feng zipped through the field, and due to his unpredictable movements, Kong Feng couldn’t act.

"Perhaps wait for him to walk into the trap."

Kong Feng pondered silently, refraining from acting rashly.

In half an hour’s trial, Lin Feng had flown for twenty minutes, leaving just three minutes remaining.

The continuous pursuit also drained Lin Feng’s spiritual, soul, and spiritual power, visibly slowing him down. Just as Lin Feng dashed to the left, Kong Feng appeared stealthily along that path.

"Oh crap."

Gasps rose from the audience.

In their view, Lin Feng was charging directly toward Kong Feng, unable to stop due to momentum.

"Finally appeared."

Lin Feng never intended to halt. Watching Kong Feng’s silhouette, he activated the Stand soul skill, instantly swapping their positions.

The next moment, the Dragon Fish, which had been quietly floating mid-air, all flurried into action.

The Dragon Fish flapped their wings rapidly, heading toward Lin Feng’s former position, now occupied by Kong Feng, weaving in crossings.

This scene appeared quite beautiful, drawing a chorus of exclamations.

During this, explosions erupted continuously.

"Found you."

Lin Feng suddenly looked toward the front-left, spotting a slight spatial distortion amidst the smoke.

No matter how great the disguise, aftershock and turbulence post-explosion couldn’t remain undetectable.

Hundreds of Dragon Fish zoomed toward the distorted space, with explosions incessantly echoing in the arena.

Amidst the explosions, Lin Feng continuously swapped places with the Dragon Fish, appearing to walk on air to the audience.

When he stopped, the previously invisible Kong Feng materialized, with Lin Feng’s arm already perched on his body, even piercing through his heart.