Chapter 206: A True Monster

Zhi Lin's black ceremonial robe fluttered despite the absence of wind. Though he remained seated, Yun Feng could clearly feel the pressure around him steadily increasing.

The Spirit Douluo was meticulous, ensuring that the increase was gradual rather than abrupt, allowing Yun Feng to adjust. If there were any signs that Yun Feng couldn't withstand it, he could withdraw immediately.

Of course, Yun Feng understood that this was a test.

But if he were being honest…

Even if you go all out, I won't even flinch.

After all, it wasn't actually him resisting—it was A Yin.

Even though she hadn't recovered her full strength, as a former hundred-thousand-year soul beast, suppressing her was out of the question.

Meanwhile, Flender and the others watched Yun Feng intently.

Their eyes carried a hint of admiration.

They knew that at this moment, Yun Feng wasn't just representing himself—he was representing the entire Shrek Academy.

Despite the increasing pressure, he stood firm, showing not the slightest hint of pain.

If Yun Feng knew what they were thinking, he might have laughed out loud.

After years of training, countless hardships, and trials, his willpower was far beyond what a typical thirteen-year-old could possess.

And this level of pressure?

Not even enough to make A Yin raise an eyebrow.

Zhi Lin's astonishment grew as his pressure intensified.

Is this really just a thirteen-year-old?

He could clearly see that Yun Feng was using sheer willpower and raw strength to resist his soul power suppression.

And yet, despite all this, the boy still hadn't released his martial soul.

This is beyond extraordinary.

Humans naturally possess a competitive spirit.

Even Spirit Douluo were no exception.

Driven by both curiosity and a desire to test Yun Feng's limits, Zhi Lin continued to apply more pressure.

Seeing Yun Feng nod slightly, Zhi Lin's robe stopped rippling and returned to stillness.

At this, the other two Spirit Douluo were visibly taken aback.

The three of them had worked together for years, and they understood exactly how much soul power Zhi Lin was exerting.

Worried that he might accidentally harm the boy, their expressions briefly filled with concern.

But what happened next stunned them.

Yun Feng stood there like an immovable mountain.

Despite the additional pressure, he remained perfectly still.

His expression was completely unchanged.

And he still hadn't released his martial soul.

The same thought crossed the minds of all three elders:

How is this possible?!

Zhi Lin's hands trembled slightly.

He knew exactly how much force he was exerting.

Even a Rank 60+ Soul Emperor would have been forced to summon their martial soul under this pressure.

Yet Yun Feng remained utterly composed.

Sure, strong willpower could allow a soul master to endure immense stress.

But past a certain threshold, willpower alone was no longer enough.

In most cases, a weaker soul master being suppressed by a stronger one could endure about two-thirds of the higher-ranked soul master's power before breaking.

If someone could withstand equal soul power, that meant their will was extremely firm.

But that was only possible if they had already released their martial soul.

And generally, this level of resistance was exclusive to beast-type martial souls.

After all, a beast martial soul naturally enhanced the user's physique, while tool martial souls mainly functioned as external weapons.

But according to Qin Ming's introduction, Yun Feng was a tool soul master.

So how was he resisting a pressure level exceeding 10% of his own soul power without even activating his martial soul?

It was utterly absurd.

As the atmosphere grew heavier with soul power fluctuations, Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others sat up straight, growing increasingly tense.

Even Yu Xiaogang was left speechless.

What kind of monster did I miss out on?

With his calculations, Yu Xiaogang could estimate Yun Feng's limits.

At this point, the fact that Yun Feng still hadn't released his martial soul proved that he wasn't anywhere near his limit yet.

Zhi Lin's soul power pressure had already increased to the equivalent of Rank 61.

Then 62.

And still, Yun Feng remained unchanged.

Zhi Lin frowned slightly but continued.

When he finally reached the equivalent of Rank 70—Soul Saint level—Yun Feng's face finally showed the faintest sign of struggle.

His expression shifted slightly as he reluctantly raised his right hand.

A flicker of blue light.

The Blue Silver King unfurled from his palm like a blooming flower, spreading into the air and weaving together into a massive cage.

Yun Feng stood at its center, bathed in the radiant blue-gold glow.

The Blue Silver King vines swayed gently, emitting an almost hypnotic rhythm.

It felt as if the air itself was moving in sync.

No one felt this more acutely than Zhi Lin.

When Yun Feng summoned the Blue Silver King, he had planned to retract his soul power suppression.

But at that moment, he realized something was off.

Yun Feng's vines didn't just serve as a barrier.

The Blue Silver King absorbed and redirected the force of his soul power, dispersing it harmlessly.

Rather than resisting the suppression, it was dismantling it.

Each slight sway of the vines subtly dispersed his pressure, softening it like waves breaking against a shore.

Zhi Lin's shock deepened.

The other two elders also realized what was happening.

At first, they had been worried that Zhi Lin's test might be too much.

Now, their concern had transformed into pure astonishment.

Yun Feng himself had little choice.

As a Soul King, if he had completely ignored Soul Saint-level suppression, the elders might start seeing him as some kind of research subject.

He had no interest in becoming a lab rat.

So, after a quick discussion with A Yin, he decided to let himself "struggle" a bit and activate his martial soul—just to make things look reasonable.

This level of performance should be enough.

He only needed to prove that he could crush Qin Ming.

With that in mind, Yun Feng let out a mischievous smirk.

Retracting his Blue Silver King vines, he deliberately staggered slightly, pretending to catch his breath.

Seeing this, the three Spirit Douluo gradually regained their composure.

But Qin Ming…

He was still overwhelmed, trembling with excitement.

Meng Shenji finally exhaled deeply.

"Incredible. Truly incredible."

"To think that a talent of this level exists within the soul master world."

He turned to Flender and the others, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

"I feel honored to have witnessed this today."

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