Douluo Dalu: My System Is Dissatisfied

Titan couldn't help but question Ye Feng's true strength. He thought to himself: Is he really only level 50? If so, then…

Titan's mind moved, and golden spirit power condensed into a humanoid phantom. As the energy continued to pour out, the phantom grew taller and more massive.

The silhouette of the shadow looked exactly like Titan himself.

Bang!

The massive golden shadow slammed its palm toward Ye Feng. The terrifying pressure weighed down like a mountain, crushing the stone slabs under Ye Feng's feet into dust.

"System, allocate all 100 attribute points to defense." Ye Feng commanded in his mind.

As soon as he spoke, a warm current surged through his body. He could feel every cell in his body breathing freely. The suffocating force pressing on him instantly lightened. The oppressive might of Titan's spirit power was no longer as overwhelming.

"Hey, why does he look more relaxed?"

Titan frowned. He had clearly increased the pressure, yet Ye Feng seemed completely unfazed. It didn't make sense.

"Tch."

Titan snorted. He was a pure strength-based Spirit Douluo, confident that when it came to raw power, even some weaker Title Douluo wouldn't dare face him head-on. There was no way he couldn't suppress a young brat like Ye Feng.

Boom!

The other giant hand of the massive golden shadow came crashing down, both palms interweaving and pressing against Ye Feng with doubled force.

The sudden increase in pressure shattered the stone beneath Ye Feng, turning it into fine powder. The force he was under right now was beyond terrifying.

"Dragon Phoenix Ancient Wings!"

Ye Feng's expression changed, and a radiant purple-gold light burst from his back. The wings of the Dragon Phoenix unfolded, resisting Titan's crushing oppression.

"So this is the external spirit bone that Taino mentioned?"

Titan's heart trembled. As a beast martial spirit user, he could feel a faint sense of suppression emanating from the wings. The ancient, noble bloodline embedded in them made him feel slightly weaker.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng flapped his wings and took advantage of the gap in Titan's pressure, soaring into the air and looking down at the older man.

"You…!"

Titan looked up at him, pointing in frustration.

"What's wrong?"

"How the hell did you fly into the sky?"

"Haha, sorry. It's just one of my abilities."

"If you don't come down, how can we continue the bet?"

"The bet never said I had to stay on the ground. The rules were simple: if I can last until the incense burns out under your suppression without you using your martial spirit, I win. Am I wrong?"

"You little bastard, that's cheating!"

"I'd call it being smart," Ye Feng grinned from above. "Old man, intelligence is also a form of strength."

Titan was momentarily stunned. Instead of getting angry, he found himself admiring Ye Feng even more. Not only was this kid talented, but he was also clever.

The Power Clan had always been different. Their martial spirits seemed to shape their personalities—strong but straightforward, with little cunning. In all the years of his clan's history, deception and strategy were skills they sorely lacked.

Titan stared at Ye Feng for a long moment before suddenly withdrawing his spirit power.

"Not continuing?" Ye Feng asked, surprised.

Titan sighed. Even if he used his martial spirit now, he couldn't fly up and beat Ye Feng down. This brat was too slippery—he had already lost. "Ye Feng, before the incense burns out, I heard from Taino that you have twin martial spirits. Can you show me?"

"Sure."

Ye Feng didn't refuse Titan's strange request.

He raised his right hand, and an invisible force rippled through the air. The grass and trees around him tilted slightly toward him as the Xuanyuan Sword appeared in his grasp.

Then, he lifted his left hand, revealing a glowing Nine Heart Mysterious Begonia. This was his second martial spirit. Beneath him, spirit rings began to rise—three black rings on one side, while two yellow, one purple, and two black rings appeared on the other.

"He really does have twin martial spirits…"

Titan exhaled deeply. Without hesitation, he reached out, knocking away the incense before it finished burning. He clasped his fists toward Ye Feng and said, "I admit defeat. Since I lost, I won't go back on my word. What should I call you?"

"It's just a title, call me whatever you like," Ye Feng said indifferently.

"Do you belong to any faction right now?"

"Haven't joined one yet."

"In that case… shall I call you Young Master?"

"Whatever."

Titan immediately dropped to one knee, cupping his fists toward Ye Feng. "I, Titan, leader of the Power Clan, pay my respects to the Young Master!"

Ye Feng blinked. This whole bet was initiated by Titan, and he had been the one to end it early. So why did it feel like the old man had planned this from the start? Ye Feng couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be? There are plenty of witnesses here."

Titan remained kneeling, then turned to his son and grandson. "You two idiots, get over here and pay your respects to the Young Master!"

Taino and Tailong snapped out of their daze, quickly stepping forward and kneeling behind Titan.

"Taino!"

"Tailong!"

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Ye Feng was stunned, then shot a glance at Tang San. "Young Master?"

Ding!

"Congratulations! You defeated Tailong before Tang San and gained the loyalty of Titan, leader of the Power Clan. The original storyline has been altered. Reward: 88 attribute points!"

Tang San's eyes flickered with deep thought. He had never expected things to unfold like this. Titan had willingly pledged loyalty to Ye Feng—now, it was almost impossible to win back the Power Clan.

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Spirit Hall

"Chrysanthemum Elder, is something wrong?"

"Your Majesty, I encountered an old acquaintance on this trip."

"Who?"

"Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo."

"He still refuses to join Spirit Hall?"

"Yes."

"Then I assume you killed him?" Bibi Dong glanced down from her throne.

"Your Majesty, I was just about to. But then I met a young man named Ye Feng." Chrysanthemum Douluo clenched his fists, his expression darkening at the memory of Ye Feng ruining his plans.

"Ye Feng?" Bibi Dong's eyes flickered. Just hearing that name sent a strange sensation through her heart.

"Your Majesty, do you recognize the name?"

"Why does it sound so… pleasant and familiar? As if something deep inside me is resonating with it?" Bibi Dong murmured in thought.

"A resonance?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked, puzzled.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, can you draw a portrait of him?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Please wait a moment."

Chrysanthemum Douluo pulled out a brush and ink, quickly sketching a simple yet recognizable portrait of Ye Feng before handing it to Bibi Dong.

"My, my… there is such a handsome man in this world?" Bibi Dong whispered in amazement.

"Handsome?" Chrysanthemum Douluo was dumbfounded.

"You just said he saved Dugu Bo from you?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bibi Dong's expression suddenly turned serious. "Elder Chrysanthemum, listen well. I don't care about anyone else, but you must not harm this man."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned. "Your Majesty, may I ask why?"

He was utterly confused. Why was the Pope—who had never met Ye Feng—so protective of him?

Of course, Chrysanthemum Douluo had no way of knowing…

When Ye Feng had envied Yu Xiaogang for having two devoted women, his system had responded. It transferred all of Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong's infatuation from Yu Xiaogang… to Ye Feng.

That was why, upon seeing Ye Feng's portrait, Bibi Dong had fallen for him at first sight.

(End of Chapter)

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