Systemless Villain

Chapter 65 Long Tian's Godly Dominance

Upon reaching the fourth floor, Long Tian opened his smartphone to watch Feng Yuhao.

Meanwhile, on the third floor, Feng Yuhao stepped into the arena, greeted by an eruption of cheers.

It had been a remarkable day. Six individuals had dared to undergo the third-level strength-testing trial, but only two had succeeded: Long Tian and the enigmatic monk. Both had astounded the crowd with their immense power.

Today, all eyes were on Feng Yuhao. Many recognized him as the young master of the Feng family, which added to the anticipation. Standing atop the stone, his heart raced; he had to surpass Long Tian.

Despite his efforts to regain composure, an unsettling unease still lingered within him, cast by the imposing shadow of Long Tian's incredible strength.

As he touched the stone, an ingenious idea flashed across his mind. He possessed a technique allowing him to use a fraction of his martial spirit's power without emitting any aura, though it wouldn't be full power. But rules were made to be tested.

With determination, he closed his eyes and focused. His second-level Flowing Qi realm aura emerged, granting him strength. Simultaneously, his martial spirit's power infused him. His clenched fists bulged with veins as he struck the massive stone.

Bang!

The stone vibrated with his impact, and soon, text appeared on the screen above: [Strength: 63,977kg]

His expression plummeted upon seeing the number. 63,000... It was far less than Long Tian's physical strength.

His face darkened, filled with disbelief. Despite his martial spirit's assistance, he still fell short by over 10,000 kilograms compared to Long Tian.

He couldn't accept it. His fists clenched with frustration and anger. How could Long Tian, seven years younger, stronger than him?

Amidst Feng Yuhao's turmoil, the crowd erupted into cheers and praise. For the young master of the Feng family, such an outcome wasn't expected.

Meanwhile, Long Tian couldn't help but grinned as he watched Feng Yuhao's score. He had fallen into his trap.

It was fortunate for him that he wasn't too famous, and few knew he had reached the fifth level of the Flowing Qi realm. Many, including Feng Yuhao, assumed he was merely a Qi Foundation cultivator, what a fool.

Feng Yuhao, still reeling from his disappointment, touched the massive stone. He hoped that his martial spirit's strength would at least match Long Tian's to end in a draw.

With closed eyes and focus, his aura intensified, and the imposing silhouette of a giant, blood-red-eyed wolf with razor-sharp fangs appeared above him. It was his martial spirit: the Blood Wolf.

The spectators marveled at the sight. The Blood Wolf martial spirit was a hereditary lineage power, just like the Long family's dragon spirit.

Feng Yuhao's gaze remained fixed on the screen, and soon, text materialized: [Soul Strength: 1001].

His eyes widened. He dropped to his knees, staring at the ground in disbelief. His soul strength, his only hope, was just 1001. Although it qualified him for the fourth floor, he still fell short of Long Tian.

The audience praised him, but many were puzzled by Feng Yuhao's unhappy expression.

In the midst of the audience's confusion, Feng Yuhao suddenly levitated, propelled by a mysterious force, transporting him to the fourth floor.

Arriving on the fourth floor, Feng Yuhao was immediately met by Long Tian, who stood before him.

"There you are, the young master of the Feng family. What a splendid display. Not bad at all for a young man like you," Long Tian praised, his smirk bearing a tone of mockery.

Feng Yuhao's face darkened. "Long Tian, you bastard! There's no way I could lose to you! What trick did you use?" he demanded.

"Isn't that obvious? That's because I'm stronger than you," Long Tian retorted, grinning with a hint of playfulness.

"Don't kidding me! You're merely a Qi Foundation cultivator, there's no way you could defeat me, a Flowing Qi realm cultivator! You must have cheated! That's it! You rigged everything, made the bet because you were so confident!" Feng Yuhao accused, his voice rising.

"Not everything you can't win is rigged. Just accept the fact that you're weaker than me," Long Tian said indifferently.

"You son of a bitch!" Feng Yuhao seethed, launching a furious punch at Long Tian.

Long Tian's reflexes were lightning-fast, and he caught Feng Yuhao's punch, crushing it with a vice-like grip. His expression grew colder. "Now, Feng Yuhao, let's talk about our wager. You must provide me with the Blue Flame Technique."

Feng Yuhao's expression soured further; Long Tian's grip was excruciatingly painful. He exerted his full might and finally could free.

"Long Tian, do you not consider our wager is too much?" he inquired.

"Do you intend to resist? I don't care. One way or another, you must give me that technique," Long Tian replied, crossing his arms.

"That's an impossibility for me," Feng Yuhao declared, his visage grim.

"Oh, you refuse? Very well, but you have to give me something else instead. I remember you have a beautiful fiancee. If I'm not mistaken, her name is Lu Qinan," Long Tian grinned.

"How about this: I'll spend some time with her in bed for a few weeks, and I'll forget about our wager," Long Tian suggested, licking his lips with a sinister smile.

Feng Yuhao's expression changed instantly, anger surging through him, grabbed Long Tian's collar. "If you dare lay a finger on her, I'll kill you!" he shouted in anger.

Long Tian's face showed a clear sneer. He grabbed Feng Yuhao's throat and lifting him off the ground.

Feng Yuhao's eyes widened in surprise, couldn't believe what was happening. He struggled to speak and tried to break Long Tian's grip.

"If you don't want that to happen, then give me the Blue Flame Technique, along with a thousand high-grade spiritual stones," Long Tian said coldly, his aura radiating dominance, like a deity before a mortal.

Feng Yuhao felt his heart racing, fear escalating as he met Long Tian's unrelenting gaze, compounded by the pain of Long Tian's vice-like grip. He could barely breathe.

"Do you understand?" Long Tian said, his dominance evident.

"I-I got it. I'll give you the technique," Feng Yuhao finally managed to say.

"Three days. And don't forget the thousand spiritual stones," Long Tian replied.

"A thousand... that's impossible for me," Feng Yuhao immediately protested.

"Are you refusing?" Long Tian said, his dominant aura resurfacing.

"I-I got it. I'll give you the technique and the thousand high-grade spiritual stones in three days," Feng Yuhao conceded.

"Good. Now, you can leave," Long Tian said.

Without further hesitation, Feng Yuhao hurriedly walked away, leaving Long Tian behind. After what he had experienced, he had neither the spirit nor the courage to challenge the fourth-level strength-testing trial.

Long Tian watched Feng Yuhao's departure, then turned to continue to the next strength-testing trial. Just one more step, and he would reach the fifth floor.

The cold and ruthless expression on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serene, calmness.

In dealing with Feng Yuhao, he realized the power of his Zeus martial spirit: the domination of the king of gods!

It gave him an incredible sense of arrogance and dominance, an aura that couldn't be resisted, leaving Feng Yuhao with no room for argument.

Also, this incident served as a reminder that women would only slow him down and become his weakness. Feng Yuhao was a prime example. Merely by threatening him with his fiancee, Long Tian had easily manipulated Feng Yuhao's emotions and secured his victory.

That's why for now, he had no intention of forming a romantic relationship with anyone, except if the woman was significantly stronger than him.

And if there were any candidates, it would be the Empress and Shen Yulan with her physical form...