Merging with Demon Spirits-Chapter 248 - 90: Dare Not Refuse

Chapter 248: Chapter 90: Dare Not Refuse
"He’s actually taking it head-on."
Lin Feng’s action instantly invigorated the spirits of the thirty thousand spectators.
Mysterious and dazzling soul skills are undeniably wonderful, but a fighting style that confronts the opponent directly is more likely to stir emotions, leaving the audience’s blood boiling.
"Go Lin Feng!"
Some girls couldn’t help but scream.
At Red Cloud University, even though he’s refined a First Grade Demon Spirit, the wealthy and handsome Lin Feng still has many female fans.
Zhang Xingyu didn’t expect Lin Feng to be so arrogant. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes; although they were both Second Grade Martial Artists, Lin Feng had just entered the Second Grade, while he was already at the Peak of the Second Grade, only one step away from entering the Third Grade Realm.
How could Lin Feng have the courage to take him on directly?
Facing Lin Feng’s fist, carrying sharp wind-breaking power, Zhang Xingyu’s battle intent surged. Gazed upon by tens of thousands of spectators, he neither dodged nor defended, covering his fist in fiery red Spiritual Qi, with a heated aura, he threw out a punch of his own.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound exploded on the stage, Lin Feng took three steps back, while Zhang Xingyu retreated five steps before coming to a sudden stop.
The first head-on clash, and Lin Feng surprisingly won.
This caught all the teachers and students by surprise.
"Holy crap."
"Totally blinded my dog eyes."
"How is it possible, Lin Feng’s power is actually stronger?"
"I said, without a trump card, how could Lin Feng portray an unbeatable Second Grade stance."
Many students exclaimed in surprise, finding it unbelievable, while Zhang Xingyu’s expression slightly changed, his drooping right hand trembling slightly; he had not held back and had given it his all.
At this moment, observing Lin Feng closely, a thought couldn’t help but flash in Zhang Xingyu’s mind: "Martial Skill? Or is it a gap in the Cultivation Technique?"
A hint of doubt crossed Zhang Xingyu’s mind.
Earlier, Lin Feng should not have used any Martial Skill, it was purely physical power, and only if there was a significant gap in the Cultivation Technique would it be possible to cross over a realm and defeat him in strength.
But the Cultivation Technique he practiced was of the Eighth Grade, and even if Lin Feng cultivated a King Level Cultivation Technique, it would be absolutely impossible to defeat him so easily.
Unless it was a Divine Level Cultivation Technique?
But that was simply impossible.
Lin Feng hadn’t been a Martial Artist for long, even for a Martial Arts Demon Fiend, it would be impossible to master a Divine Level Cultivation Technique in such a short time.
Could it be Innate Divine Power?
In a corner below the stage, compared to the enthusiastic audience, the faces of six figures subtly changed, five boys and one girl, their expressions turned serious. As the next challengers, with Lin Feng’s terrifying power, they would have no advantage in a pure Martial Arts duel.
"With no power advantage, and Lin Feng having stronger combat talent, also knowing two Third Grade Martial Skills, we can only opt for Demon Possession."
Lin Feng’s power made Zhang Xingyu realize that in a pure Martial Arts duel, he wouldn’t be his match.
"Indeed, Lin Feng isn’t that simple, without some strength, how would he dare to challenge all those in the Second Grade Realm."
The thought flashed through Zhang Xingyu’s mind, as Lin Feng initiated an attack, charging towards him, his figure retreated explosively, amidst the retreat, a faint glow enveloped his body.
As the light dissipated, with a crackling of bones, his figure suddenly grew taller, originally around 1.8 meters, now reaching two meters and his legs turned bizarrely elongated, like they were oddly curved.
Not just the height, even his whole body’s muscles started swelling, his body covered in grey fur, his originally black hair turned blue, two sharp, crescent-shaped fangs emerged from his mouth, his eyes transformed into a cold green, his finger joints grew longer and larger, the nails turned into sharp claws.
At this moment, Zhang Xingyu looked like an upright Werewolf.
"Ninth Grade Demon Spirit, Storm Wolf."
Many people exclaimed. Students who have refined a Ninth Grade Demon Spirit are rare, even at Red Cloud University.
The Storm Wolf, a wind attribute Demon Spirit, during Demon Possession, doesn’t dramatically enhance strength or offer attribute attacks, but grants the Demon Spirit Master unparalleled speed.
With rapid speed, and wolf-like sharp claws, one could easily tear apart a person’s body.
In his transformed state, Zhang Xingyu’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Lin Feng, as if seeing his prey. His legs slightly bent, forming an unimaginable curve.
Swish!
His legs bent, then suddenly straightened, Zhang Xingyu’s body like a bow, leaping, appearing in front of Lin Feng like lightning, his sharp claws grasping towards Lin Feng’s chest.
Zhang Xingyu was originally cultivating Wind Attribute Cultivation Techniques, speed being his forte, and now in his transformed state, his speed was nearly doubled.
With fierce speed, the wind pressure made Lin Feng’s eyes narrow slightly, watching calmly as the sharp claws whistled towards him; Lin Feng slightly tilted his head, letting the claws pass by his ear.
With a light tap of his toes, Lin Feng followed like a shadow, appearing ghost-like beside Zhang Xingyu, flipping his palm, a silver dagger appeared, slicing towards his neck.
The chilling sensation at his neck caused Zhang Xingyu’s expression to change, quickly twisting his body to evade.
The initial strike unsuccessful, the dagger’s horizontal slash didn’t pause, continuing with a diagonal cut downwards.
"Clang!"
Zhang Xingyu blocked with his claws, sparks flying, a clear sound ringing out. His right hand clenched, claws gripping the dagger, intending to seize it from Lin Feng. But the dagger rotated, with a power advantage, Zhang Xingyu couldn’t control it, not only breaking two of his nails, but leaving a deep wound in the palm of his hand where the dagger pressed in.