The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 607 Overload

An exceptionally ugly smile spread across the King’s face, its creased, withered skin looking utterly disgusting. A deep voice emanated from his throat, "Ye Chenfeng, you guessed correctly—my soul also does not belong to this era. To be frank, you have shocked me greatly once before. Although the strength of your soul force is weaker than Shadow’s, you were able to dispose of Shadow without lifting a finger. This has piqued my curiosity indeed."

After his initial shock, Ye Chenfeng quickly composed himself. After all, his soul had also traversed from a world five hundred years in the future to this era. It was conceivable that there could be other soul transmigrants just like him in this world. However, he was very curious about what levels lay beyond the Tenth Level of soul force.

Having heard what the King had said, Ye Chenfeng was sure the King did not know that through Yin-Yang Union, one could purify the soul force within the body. Ye Chenfeng had no desire to explain this to the King. After all, the method of Yin-Yang Union was a wild guess from his instructor in his past life. Which soul force master, well-fed and idle, would pour their soul force into their partner’s body while engaged in sexual activity, creating an effective cycle within the bodies of both men and women?

"My soul force is innately different from others. Are you saying there are levels beyond Tenth Level soul force?" Ye Chenfeng wanted to glean more information from the King.

"Ye Chenfeng, I suppose the era you originally came from had not fully developed soul force. Beyond the Tenth Level are the King Level soul force, Sect Level soul force, Venerable Level soul force... Forget it, there’s no need for me to waste my breath on you. After reaching the Tenth Level, trying to break through is harder than ascending to heaven. I think you’ll be stuck at the Tenth Level for life," the King said confidently.

The King mentioned some things Ye Chenfeng was unaware of. His wrinkled face bore cloudy eyes that suddenly became piercing as he said, "Ye Chenfeng, as long as you pledge loyalty to me, I can help you break through the Tenth Level of soul force, and allow you to reach a realm you’ve never encountered before. Otherwise, tonight shall be your grave."

"Your soul must have transmigrated to this era quite some time ago, right? Soul transmigration would cause your previous life’s soul force to shrink dramatically to the Second Level, or even the First Level. Your current strength has already reached the Tenth Level of soul force. I suppose it must have taken you at least seven or eight years?" the King asserted with confidence.

Our comrade Ye Chenfeng’s soul had only transmigrated to this era a year or two ago. If the King knew that, after coming to this era, Ye Chenfeng had improved to the Tenth Level of soul force in such a short time—and that in his previous life, he had only reached the Eighth Level—the King would likely not be able to remain so composed.

The King guessed that Ye Chenfeng had been in this era for a long time because, although breaking through Levels One to Ten of soul force was relatively simple compared to post-Tenth Level, it was not something that could be achieved just by wanting to do so. It was like himself; it took a whole fifteen years for him to barely step into the realm of King Level soul force.

Speaking of which, the King might be considered the unluckiest soul transmigrator in history, having been transported into the body of a ninety-five-year-old man, which made increasing his soul force even more difficult. Now, this body was a hundred and ten years old. As his power grew step by step, his muscles became more and more robust, but the appearance of his face did not change with the increase in power. No wonder his head and body seemed mismatched.

Ye Chenfeng felt no need to explain to the King, nor did he think he needed to. If, as the King had claimed, it would take seven or eight years just to reach the Tenth Level of soul force, then Ye Chenfeng, who had transmigrated to this era only a year or two ago, would only have a soul force of the Third or Fourth Level.

King Level soul force? Sect Level soul force? Venerable Level soul force?

Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself inwardly. He wondered whether there would be higher levels beyond Venerable Level soul force. However, those were not his current concerns. No matter what, he would never bow to the King. To become a true powerhouse, one must have a relentless drive. Ye Chenfeng believed he could break through the Tenth Level of soul force and reach higher levels by his own abilities.

Besides, the Gluttonous Empire was Hei Xin’s enemy, and Ye Chenfeng had long since considered Hei Xin a brother. He had once said to Hei Xin, "At least I will never stab you in the back."

Our comrade Ye Chenfeng was, of course, a real man who kept his word. Regardless, his battle with the King had become inevitable.

"This place will not be my Ye Chenfeng’s grave tonight, but yours, you old fossil. What if you have one foot stepped into King Level Soul Force? Today, let Ye Chenfeng experience just how formidable the Soul Force is after the tenth level," Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force within him began to circulate wildly, and the force emerging from his body caused his clothes to billow out.

"A wise man should know when to advance and when to retreat. I originally thought you were wise, but now I see you’re incredibly foolish. So, I’ll send you off to Yama’s Palace!" The King’s Soul Force within him increased once again, his momentum far surpassing Ye Chenfeng’s, overwhelming Ye Chenfeng’s displayed Soul Force completely.

The King’s aged, wrinkled face revealed a ruthless hue as his body vanished on the spot. The next instant, he reappeared in front of Ye Chenfeng, a withered fist hurtling toward Ye Chenfeng’s head, a fist that contained the weight of a thousand jins.

An existence that had one foot in King Level Soul Force truly exhibited immense strength. Only by relying on his astonishing reflexes, Ye Chenfeng quickly extended his hand to block the King’s attack. His steps were shaken to the point of retreating repeatedly, and his entire arm went numb as if his bones were about to shatter. If just one foot into King Level Soul Force was this formidable, then how powerful must the true King Level Soul Force be?

Ye Chenfeng shook his numb arm, his gaze growing more solemn. His sharp eyes suddenly spotted a fine crack on the exposed skin of the King’s chest, from which threads of fresh blood were seeping out. This made him wonder, "What’s going on? How did he injure himself?"

"Ye Chenfeng, I’ll give you one final chance. Are you willing to be my subordinate?" The King’s voice reached Ye Chenfeng’s ears once more.

Looking at the King’s aged face, a flash of inspiration struck in Ye Chenfeng’s mind, and he thought: "This old thing’s body must not be able to withstand the strain of one foot stepped into King Level Soul Force; it’s his own Soul Force that’s gradually ripping his body apart."

Indeed, Ye Chenfeng’s speculation was not wrong at all. Although the King’s body appeared extremely strong, it was, after all, a hundred and ten years old, and no amount of modification could change that reality. He could only use one foot stepped into King Level Soul Force for fifteen minutes a day. If he exceeded that time, his body would completely collapse and he would die.

Thus, the King asked Ye Chenfeng once more if he wished to be his subordinate. He could feel that with Ye Chenfeng’s strength, fighting against an expert with middle-stage tenth level Soul Force would be no problem. Moreover, Ye Chenfeng possessed a peculiar stepping technique. Even if one foot had stepped into King Level Soul Force, it would be very difficult to finish off Ye Chenfeng within fifteen minutes.

"Old fossil, why waste so much talk? Tonight, there are only two possibilities: either you die, or I die. I believe the one who will ultimately die is definitely you," Ye Chenfeng said with unwavering eyes, wanting to confirm whether his guess was indeed true.

"Good, good, good," the King repeated the word "good" three times, as his figure once again charged toward Ye Chenfeng, a fist fiercely aiming at Ye Chenfeng’s chest.

To verify his own guess, Ye Chenfeng neither dodged nor evaded. With a "bang," he and the King clashed head-on, and during the clash, Ye Chenfeng’s other hand pulled off the King’s clothes. His steps were forced back repeatedly, feeling almost no sensation in his arm, as though it had been completely disabled. This was still the result of Ye Chenfeng deliberately turning his body sideways to dissipate some of the force from the King’s punch!

As he retreated step by step, Ye Chenfeng, seeing the clear cracks on the King’s body, revealed a slight smile of relief, "Your body is indeed overburdened. If you continue to use the powerful force of just one foot stepped into King Level Soul Force, you won’t need me to take your life; you’ll send yourself to meet King Yama."

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