"Damn, it's a trait upgrade!"
Lin Feng exclaimed internally in surprise.
At this point, white and gray-tier traits no longer piqued his interest. He had long set the system to only notify him if a green-tier trait upgraded to purple or higher.
But Sword Douluo didn't have any green-tier traits to begin with.
[Ding! Your trait [Rise at Death's Door (Purple)] has triggered an upgrade. Please choose one of the following Gold-tier traits.]
Lin Feng's eyes lit up instantly.
[Sky God (Gold): You inherit the position of Sky God and gain 10% affinity with the Sky God's divine power.]
[Flame-Flame Fruit (Gold): You obtain a Flame-Flame Fruit with no side effects.]
[All-In (Gold): You sacrifice all your current traits and receive a single overpowered trait, guaranteed to be no lower than Gold-tier.]
Seeing the trait [All-In], an odd excitement surged within Lin Feng.
Isn't this basically a fusion of traits in disguise?
Back when he first awakened the system, he'd imagined the possibility of fusing traits. He never expected to encounter a mechanic for real!
However, he quickly calmed himself.
He had so many powerful traits now. Going all-in might at most land him a red-tier trait, but sacrificing everything he had wasn't worth the risk.
But if Sword Douluo used this and got a red-tier trait... and he copied it afterward…
Lin Feng shook his head, swiftly banishing the idea and warning himself.
No, absolutely not. He must not make Sword Douluo stronger.
He had refreshed the man's traits precisely to alter his personality, not to upgrade his power.
He turned to look at the first white-tier personality trait:
Confident, Arrogant, Impulsive.
What the hell is this personality?
Lin Feng couldn't help but frown. There wasn't even a hint of timidity in it.
Not only was there no cowardice—it was even more arrogant.
Forget it, let's try refreshing Ning Fengzhi instead.
Lin Feng shook his head and turned to Ning Fengzhi's trait panel for a reroll.
Kind, Cunning, Cautious.
Suddenly, Lin Feng had an idea.
Giving Ning Fengzhi the Kind trait wouldn't be bad at all. After all, the man was inherently good-hearted and had once gone to a slave market to rescue fallen girls.
If he had this trait, it wouldn't raise any suspicions.
"System, replace the trait."
[Ding! Trait successfully replaced.]
The moment the system prompt sounded, Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt a twinge of guilt for occupying Flame Valley.
He looked toward the dueling platform. Though the Lin family's fighters had been pushed back, they were still tenaciously holding their ground.
"A family with such unyielding will is truly rare. It reminds me of the struggles we faced during the founding of our sect…" he muttered with a sigh.
Still, reflecting was one thing—giving up was another.
Kindness aside, he wasn't a saint. He couldn't throw away such a profitable opportunity for the sake of sympathy.
Ning Fengzhi stabilized his mood and resumed watching the match with a calm expression.
The drums of combat thundered—Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Third Soul Skill: Flame Serpent Shockwave!"
With Lin Han's furious shout, a torrent of blazing fire spewed from his mouth, forming a roaring fire python surging forward with devastating momentum.
Wherever the flames passed, the ice vines on the platform shattered instantly, crackling like glass under extreme heat.
"For someone with a fire-type Martial Soul and only Rank 67 soul power to force me to this extent—you've done well," said Wu Chuan calmly, despite the ferocity of the attack.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Wrath of the Raging Sea!"
Wu Chuan raised his voice.
In an instant, the entire platform transformed into a vast ocean. Torrents of water surged up from the ground, crashing toward Lin Han with ferocious momentum.
These waves didn't just possess brute force—they moved flexibly with the motion of Wu Chuan's fingers, cutting off every possible escape route.
Seeing this, Lin Han's heart clenched.
He knew full well how terrifying this skill was. If he got caught in those waves, the consequences would be dire.
He reacted quickly. His figure flickered, darting to the side.
As he moved, his feet morphed into fiery serpent forms, propelling him forward at blinding speed, leaving behind streaks of red light.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Serpent Shadow!"
Lin Han activated another technique, transforming into countless flame illusions that wove through the crashing waves.
Each phantom was lifelike, indistinguishable from the real body.
For a time, fire and water intertwined on the platform. Explosions rang out endlessly as both sides poured their soul power into the clash.
But Wu Chuan's tide-like assault was relentless. In moments, his massive waves swallowed every last one of Lin Han's illusions.
Lin Han began to lose ground, his breathing ragged.
Sweat drenched his forehead. Suddenly, an undercurrent swept him away—dragging him into the crashing waves.
By the time he resurfaced, the water had receded. He was kneeling outside the duel platform, gasping for air.
Meanwhile, Wu Chuan gave a tired but triumphant smile, extending a thumbs-up.
A sign of both acknowledgment—and bragging.
The Lin family members gritted their teeth, visibly frustrated and unwilling to accept the loss.
Lin Ye rushed forward, kneeling beside Lin Han and whispering gently, "It's alright. This is just a minor setback. We still have more chances."
Lin Jian clenched his fists tightly, eyes bloodshot, burning with fury. He was ready to rush the stage for a rematch right then and there.
Ning Fengzhi descended gracefully from the VIP stand, a polite smile on his face.
Walking toward Lin Ye with composed steps, he cupped his hands and said, "Clan Head Lin, thank you for the match."
His voice carried restrained joy but remained courteous.
Lin Ye stayed calm, meeting his eyes directly. "There are still three matches left. I trust Clan Head Ning will honor his word."
Ning Fengzhi paused slightly, surprised that Lin Ye could remain so composed in such a disadvantageous situation.
Internally, he grew more cautious.
This Lin family head… is no ordinary man.
They'd lost two matches already, yet he remained steady and unflustered.
Such composure and courage—truly admirable.
Recovering swiftly, Ning Fengzhi smiled again and nodded. "But of course."
Standing silently at the side, Lin Feng had taken in everything.
He stepped forward, eyes clear and firm as he looked straight at Ning Fengzhi.
"Clan Head Ning, since that's the case, why wait? Let's finish the rest of the matches today."
His voice was steady, confident—radiating an unshakable self-assurance.
Lin Ye gave a slight nod at his son's suggestion. He saw no reason to object.
If his son said this, then he must have his reasons.
Turning toward Ning Fengzhi, he asked, "What do you think, Clan Head Ning?"
Ning Fengzhi studied Lin Feng's poised expression and couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt.
Do the remaining contestants really have something special? Why are they so bold?
A faint, meaningful smile appeared at his lips.
If they had that much confidence, he would indulge them.
Worst case, once the match ended, he could always offer them some extra compensation.
With that, Ning Fengzhi gave a subtle nod and waved his folding fan elegantly.
"Since Clan Head Lin is so eager…"
"Then as you wish. Let's finish the competition today."
His tone was calm, but the grace and confidence of a leader were unmistakable.
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