"Aren't you afraid that the two of us will really kill this kid?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked down at these Soul Masters from his high perch.
In his eyes, these Soul Masters weren't even worthy of carrying his shoes, so it was normal for them to have low damage output.
If that kid in the stands has some real skills, it's normal that this group of Soul Masters can't kill him.
But if he were to fight Ghost Douluo, the situation might be different.
Ghost Douluo's face was grim, and his voice was even more sinister than his appearance: "Once my soul skill lands, he may die."
"We don't believe it."
To the surprise of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, the group of onlookers shook their heads in unison, their faces expressionless.
"We've been attacking for so long, and not a single one of us has been able to harm Senior Lin Yi."
"Senior Lin Yi even got bored halfway through and taught a lesson to a Title Douluo-level expert, which really broadened our horizons."
Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo leaned close to Ghost Douluo and whispered, "They must be talking about Flame Eagle Douluo, right?"
Ghost Douluo snorted coldly: "It's just a talent suppression between fire attribute soul masters. That old guy must have suffered a loss because he didn't make a move himself and let this kid do it. Otherwise, this kid definitely wouldn't be alive now."
Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned slightly after hearing this: "But he compiled the damage data in such detail. What if our data is not high? Wouldn't we lose face?"
"this..."
After hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's words, Ghost Douluo suddenly fell silent for a moment.
He turned to look at Lin Yi and asked in a low voice, "Ahem, kid, what's the approximate damage standard for a Title Douluo?"
Lin Yi's expression remained calm: "There is no standard."
"Title Douluo also vary in strength, differing in Soul Master category, innate talent, Martial Soul quality, Soul Ring type and age. The damage of their first to ninth Soul Skills also differs. Where does this standard come from?"
"High damage means you're strong; low damage means you're weak. It's that simple."
Lin Yi's calm words left Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo speechless.
Is this considered a subtle form of mockery?
I suddenly feel a lot of pressure.
Everyone knows his identity and status as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. If his damage is too low, wouldn't the other elders in the Spirit Hall laugh their heads off when they find out?
Which soul skill are you planning to use?
Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly asked Ghost Douluo in a low voice.
Ghost Douluo pondered for a moment: "The first soul skill, I guess. Why bother arguing with a little brat? We're just here to see if the reward will actually drop."
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded upon hearing this: "Then I'll use my first soul skill too. I'll go first."
After the two finished their conversation, Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Lin Yi.
"Kid, I'll see what you're made of first!"
Lin Yi extended his hand: "Please."
Chrysanthemum Douluo was tall and had a charming face. She wore a gorgeous suit of gold armor, covered with the patterns of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, which looked very dazzling.
This is also his martial spirit, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum.
"Are you ready to face an attack from a Title Douluo level?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face was painted with a bewitching makeup, and her expression when she spoke revealed a feminine softness, but she did not make people feel that she was effeminate.
Lin Yi remained silent, quietly awaiting Chrysanthemum Douluo's attack.
"First Soul Skill! Chrysanthemum Blade!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed his right hand forward, and his first yellow spirit ring simultaneously emitted a bright light.
At the same time, a faint fragrance emanating from the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum suddenly filled the scene, giving people a feeling of slightly pausing their consciousness.
The next moment, golden chrysanthemum petals rained down from the sky, swaying gently in mid-air like light feathers.
But then, the atmosphere suddenly changed. All the chrysanthemum petals froze, their sharp tips pointing towards Lin Yi, and they converged into a rain of flowers that attacked him.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—"
The fierce attacks rained down on Lin Yi like a storm!
Can...
"How is this possible?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was shocked and withdrew his right hand.
At this moment, in his field of vision, the golden chrysanthemum petals falling on Lin Yi were like hitting a hard rock, the petals bouncing away in all directions, without causing him any harm at all!
Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't help but swallow hard. The Chrysanthemum Blade was a deadly weapon when used on others, but how come it turned into a real chrysanthemum when used on this kid?
You think I'm going to throw flower petals at people?!
The attack gradually subsided.
[HP Loss: 49561]
[Remaining HP: 9,999,998,707,41]
[Damage Level: Purple]
[Random Reward: Increase the age of the first spirit ring by 1,000 years]
[Host Reward: First Soul Ring's age increased by 10,000 years]
Lin Yi glanced at the panel and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
The arrogant Title Douluo only used his first soul skill, and didn't even reach the black level of damage.
Although it was only a tiny bit short, Lin Yi still expressed his disdain.
He said coldly, "Damage 49561, purple level. I hereby bestow upon you a purple level reward: the age limit of your first soul ring will be increased by one thousand years."
After Lin Yi finished speaking, he condensed a purple ball of light in his hand and sent it flying toward Chrysanthemum Douluo, where it merged into his chest.
"49561…"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was still muttering about the damage numbers when he saw a purple ball of light merge into his body.
He looked up and sneered, "Did I hear that right? You can upgrade my first spirit ring by a thousand years?"
"You heard right. While improving, it also increased the upper limit of your first spirit ring by a thousand years, so don't worry, there won't be any backlash."
Lin Yi gave him a cold look and commented on the attack.
"Also, 49561 damage, that's terrible!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo twitched the corner of his mouth, and then released his spirit ring with some curiosity.
Upon seeing the sight of the first spirit ring, he was so shocked that his eyes widened.
"Holy crap! It's really purple?!"
The first spirit ring was originally a yellow one-hundred-year ring, but because the age limit was increased by one thousand years, it actually turned into a purple one-thousand-year spirit ring!
"Gulp."
Chrysanthemum Douluo swallowed hard in disbelief, and his gaze toward Lin Yi suddenly became complex and intense.
Ghost Douluo was equally stunned.
He jumped onto the stage as if possessed, pushed Chrysanthemum Douluo aside, and said, "Chrysanthemum, move aside, it's my turn."
"Hey hey!"
Before Chrysanthemum Douluo could recover, he was suddenly pushed and stumbled by Ghost Douluo.
He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and looked at Lin Yi:
"You brat... cough, senior, is this spirit ring real or fake?"
Lin Yi raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "Of course it's true. You'll know once you try it with your soul skill. By the way, this reward is very low-level for a Title Douluo."
Seeing the look Lin Yi gave him, as if he were trash, Chrysanthemum Douluo felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Ghost Douluo's heart pounded: "My turn, my turn! Senior, I'm going to attack."
Lin Yi nodded gently: "Please."
Ghost Douluo concealed his aura, but suddenly, a surge of powerful soul energy erupted from his body.
He shouted with a fanatical expression, "Fifth Soul Skill!"
Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression stiffened.
He immediately yelled, "You son of a bitch! Didn't you say you'd use your first soul skill?! How did it become your fifth soul skill?!"