Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 412: Chapter 306: I Want To!

Compared to Lin Feng, the other team members fared even worse—their faces were flushed and their bodies trembled slightly.

Among the Red Cloud Team, Yu Qiao was actually the calmest; he seemed used to such grand occasions. He glanced around, raised his right hand, and waved at the spectator stands. ”The fans are really passionate.”

Lin Feng shot Yu Qiao a look, a bit speechless, but also somewhat impressed.

This kid has a bright future.

That was Lin Feng’s true feeling.

Unlike other professions, to become a top-level Assassin, it takes more than talent—psychological fortitude is crucial, too.

Psychological qualities are many, but can be summed up in three points: patience, boldness, and shamelessness.

Yu Qiao had all three, and embodied them perfectly.

Under the coach’s leadership, everyone arrived at the team’s designated area.

The team zone was divided into thirteen sections, with thirteen rows in total.

Placement was based on last year’s ranking.

Last year, Red Cloud Team placed third, so they were in the third row.

As Red Cloud Team passed by, quite a few captains and members from other teams stood to greet them.

Mainly to greet Lin Feng.

Lin Feng’s performance in Jade Seal City had already won them over.

There was no way not to admire him.

”Here they come.”

Just before the Red Cloud Team’s area was the Demon Star Team. Seeing everyone arrive, Huang Tianze, the captain, turned around and waved a greeting at them.

”This level of popularity and influence is honestly excessive.”

Noticing this, Bu Zheng was a little puzzled.

Not only Huang Tianze, but also the Great Wall Team, a championship favorite, were the same.

Ye Qiu, Zhan Tianyu, Yang Ningbing each greeted them with a wave or a nod.

As super geniuses and scions of big families, even if they acknowledged Lin Feng, it seemed unexpectedly respectful?

It even gave Bu Zheng the illusion that Lin Feng was the real boss.

What Bu Zheng didn’t know was that, though they were rivals in the tournament, as league members, knowing Lin Feng’s special ability, Ye Qiu and the others no longer cared about the match’s results that much.

Soul Skills matter; the rewards from the National College Glory League, especially Soul Skills, are vital.

The first-place prize is even a Diamond Soul Skill.

But no matter how great, a Soul Skill only matters if you can absorb it.

If you can’t, even a Divine Level Soul Skill is useless.

Lin Feng’s special ability had softened the usual nature of competition between them.

Just as Lin Feng had said: We’re not opponents—we’re teammates!

Though no one would hold back in the actual match, their mindset was already completely different from before.

”Dad, where are you? Northeast direction—can you see me?”

Little Sister Dong held up her phone, looked toward the audience, and waved her hand excitedly.

Among the crowd, Dong Xiuxian watched his daughter waving and his face was full of doting affection.

In these two years, Little Sister Dong’s height and appearance hadn’t changed much—she was still under 1.6 meters tall, short legs, watermelon haircut, a bit chubby in the cheeks; in her father’s eyes, still adorably cute, just a bit more mature.

Looking at his daughter in her uniform team jersey, Dong Xiuxian still felt this sense of unreality.

Who would’ve thought that in just two years, his daughter’s Martial Arts skill would rise to Fourth Grade High Rank, she’d absorb four Soul Skills, become one of Red Cloud Team’s core members, compete in the National College Glory League, and even reach the playoffs.

Even he hadn’t accomplished all that.

As her father, Dong Xiuxian knew his daughter’s strength, and he’d advised her on her Soul Skill choices.

Though Little Sister Dong was decently skilled, to be a main force on the team was still a long way off—she didn’t even qualify as a substitute yet.

Just as the media said, Little Sister Dong got here thanks to connections, riding on the shoulders of Lin Feng and Yun Kai.

Back during Red Cloud University’s Freshman King’s Challenge, Little Sister Dong hadn’t even fought, yet took the second seat.

Now she’d become a main player on the team.

Thus, with no battle record, Little Sister Dong was subject to much criticism.

She was known as a ”water cargo” and a ”connection account.”

As her father, Dong Xiuxian naturally felt uncomfortable hearing this, but couldn’t refute it.

The words hurt, but they were true.

But in his view, connections were a kind of strength, too.

Who could have imagined that two years ago, in the meeting room, those two boys, one tall and one short, who seemed so ordinary, would now be in the national spotlight?

Maybe in less than ten years, Lin Feng and Yun Kai’s power would overtake his.

Before thirty is the fastest period of growth.

Even though he was a Ninth Grade Demon Spirit Master, having refined a Ninth Grade Demon Spirit, it was no surprise for super geniuses like them to surpass him.

”Haha, your daughter is really cute.”

Next to him, Lin Yuanshan, as chubby as a laughing Buddha, chuckled.

Dong Xiuxian wasn’t alone; as Lin Feng’s uncle, Lin Yuanshan also found all this hard to believe.

This ”affordable” nephew kept surpassing his expectations.

Elsewhere in the spectator stands—

The Juxing Club’s management and their team members were also there watching.

To the media’s surprise, Xie Yixiao was there too.

Compared to his badly injured, ragged self yesterday, today Xie Yixiao, apart from the thick bandages wrapping his right hand, didn’t look injured at all. His face was a bit pale, his gaze coldly fixed on the area where the teams sat.

And not far behind him was a group of twenty or thirty young men and women, all about twenty years old. Among them, a girl in a black dress with pure yet faintly enchanting features stood out.

It was Ya Ge.

Because of her relationship with Lin Feng, Ya Ge hadn’t planned to attend the playoffs today—however, since it was the club’s collective plan, she didn’t want to find an excuse to skip.

Seeing Lin Feng now, his talent shining brighter than ever, her mood was extremely complicated.

In a setting like this, she felt eyes all around focused on her, casual comments seeming to judge her, laughter with an undercurrent of mockery for her lack of judgment.

She hated this feeling.

She hated it very much.

She used to think that once her Enchanting Butterfly evolved into the Enchanting Demoness, she’d be free of all this.

But clearly, it was still difficult.

Her progress couldn’t compare to Lin Feng’s—while she was still nothing, Lin Feng had already sealed an ability and gained national fame.

”Are you feeling unwilling? Do you want to surpass him?”

Just as Ya Ge was brooding in her heart, a sudden voice sounded in her mind.

Ya Ge’s body trembled and she looked around, but didn’t find anything.

”What’s wrong? Who are you looking for?”

Next to Ya Ge, Feng Yining asked with some confusion.

”It’s nothing.” Ya Ge shook her head, not explaining.

”Who are you? What do you want?”

After a moment of shock, Ya Ge quickly calmed down.

The voice belonged to a middle-aged man—not heard by her ears, but directly in her mind.

Obviously, it was a special Soul Skill, with no offensive capability and unable to harm her.

And right now, experts were everywhere; her Enchanting Butterfly was a Spirit Series Demon Spirit—there was no way the other side could truly hurt her.

”Don’t worry about who I am or what I want. You’re an adult, with your own thoughts and principles. I’ll ask you only this: Do you want power?”

”Do you want to surpass him?”

That voice continued.

No tempting tone, just a simple question.

Ya Ge was silent for a long time, trying to guess the mysterious person’s goals.

What could they offer her?

Was it dangerous?

What would she have to give up?

Seeing Ya Ge slow to respond, the voice didn’t rush her.

Staring at the Red Cloud Team’s familiar yet distant silhouettes and feeling the strange looks from the nearby spectators—even from her teammates—the hesitation and anxiety in the girl’s eyes began to fade. She finally spoke, radiating unprecedented determination.

”I want to!”