Legend of the Mythological Genes

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

“Victor of the 7,320 level is Feng Lin. The pagoda lord of this level, Alloy Warrior Lain, has failed to guard the level…”

As the host called out, the dust had settled; victory and defeat had been determined. An uproar instantly rang out.

“He won, he won again!”

“He truly won!”

“This spirit slayer Feng Lin has already broken past 300 levels”

“That’s right! The invisible blade is truly the most fatal!”

“No one can block the invisible blade formed from his spirit force!”

…

Even before the battle started, it had already ended.

Feng Lin slowly walked over. A figure clad in alloy equipment fell down, smashing heavily onto the ground, completely losing all strength to resist.

Everything ended in an instant.

The spectators watching were all in an uproar, cheering for “Lin Feng”. Feng Lin intentionally used a false name to conceal himself.

If, at the start, one could still say that it was a fluke. But now after three hundred rounds, all the pagoda lords would be in a daze upon meeting Feng Lin and completely lose their combat strength.

After watching so many rounds, even those who were slightly slower could tell that something was wrong.

And after the host explained, they finally knew that this extremely mysterious ‘Lin Feng’ was using a mental/spirit type genetic power in the legends. He could control the mental states of others and could defeat and kill people formlessly.

As long as one’s strength was weaker than him, they would be instantly controlled. Even life and death wouldn’t be in their hands.

Insta-kill!

Completely crushed in an instant.

This was clearly him having the strength to tyrannically crush those cultivators who were weaker than him.

When Feng Lin first appeared, because he defeated his opponents too quickly, many suspected him of fixing his matches.

But now he broke through 300 levels in one shot. The insta-kills caused everyone to be stunned. But no one could cast any more doubt after seeing it for so many times.

The gambling faction in the Heaven Reaching Pagoda kept adjusting Feng Lin’s win rate. It was over 99%.

Level 7,489.

“Challenger, Spirit Slayer Lin Feng vs. Pagoda Lord, Blood Devil Fick!” the host called out, a new fight had started.

The commotion grew in intensity the moment the host announced it.

“It’s Blood Devil Fick!”

“There’s going to be a good show to watch!”

“He has awakened the legendary Vampire Gene and is walking on the Vampire Mythological Path. He can be considered a cold-blooded lifeform; thus, it wouldn’t be so easy if Lin Feng wanted to control him mentally!”

…

Everyone couldn’t help but hold their breaths as they focused on the two people on the battlefield.

Could the cold-blooded vampire withstand the invisible spirit blade?

For this Lin Feng, other than his mental control, how was his true strength like?

…

After watching for so many rounds, Feng Lin’s strength was still a mystery to them.

Could this Blood Devil Fick force out his true strength?

Everyone was filled with anticipation.

Without realizing it, Feng Lin, who was unknown to everyone before this, now became an extremely popular candidate in the Heaven Reaching Pagoda.

After all, a legend that broke through 300 levels in a single shot had never appeared before. And from the looks of things, this legendary feat seemed like it would continue.

As the host called out, the light on the battlefield dimmed, turning to darkness.

“Jejeje!” Hoarse-sounding laughter tinged with coldness rang out from an unknown location. It was filled with icy intent. “So you are the so-called spirit slayer? How laughable. Although there are not many adepts in the universe, you actually dare to use such a name. You must be truly courting death!”

“You speak too much crap!” Upon facing the mocking of this man, Feng Lin calmly glanced over, his eyes shining with silver light. A bizarre figure hanging upside down from the roof appeared in his vision. Two wings were wrapped around this man, and he resembled a human-shaped gigantic bat.

His eyes narrowed as a formless spirit force gushed out, wanting to control his opponent’s mind.

At the next instant, his spirit force rammed into a world of ice, which contained no compassion at all. It was like the mind of a monster, only filled with bloodthirst and cruelty.

“Jejeje! Is this your spirit control? Sadly it’s useless toward me. Next, I shall drain you dry of blood and transform you into my blood slave…” Blood Devil Fick laughed with malice. His black wings opened and he swooped down like a huge bat. His red eyes were filled with cruelty and malevolence as he rushed at Feng Lin directly.

A black shadow flashed past. Feng Lin could clearly see the pale face and the cold red eyes of his opponent.

“Who says that I’m only proficient in spirit control?” He didn’t panic at all. In fact, he was laughing softly.

“What?” Blood Devil Fick suddenly felt a strong sense of unease when he saw Feng Lin being as calm as before. Just when he was preparing to retreat, Feng Lin suddenly stretched out a palm and locked down the surroundings of this bat monster. A burst of formless energy transformed into true pressure, boring down on the giant bat from all directions.

Blood Devil Fick’s eyes protruded out. He instantly felt like he was being crushed by a grindstone, and his entire person was about to be squashed flat from the pressure.

Monkey King Domain!

Feng Lin’s lips curled up as his spirit force enveloped the surrounding space. The entire area here completely transformed into his domain. No one could escape from it.

The gigantic bat monster completely became a toy in his palm; he could crush it any time.

“Damnable! Wild Blood Bat Tide!” Blood Devil Fick was being suppressed. He felt like he was a bug that was caught in a spiderweb. He instantly unleashed forth his ultimate attack.

A blood-red light erupted forth from him as countless tiny bats manifested. They transformed into a tide that would ferociously engulf all enemies around and drain them dry of their blood.

“Erupt!”

When Feng Lin saw this, he merely smiled.

The Monkey King Domain suddenly compressed, and everything inside including the space was compacted into a ball.

The tiny bats formed from the blood-red light instantly exploded into a shower of blood. This caused a fishy smell to permeate the air as the droplets of blood fell everywhere.

Pak!

A piece of human-shaped rotten flesh fell from the sky.

With regard to this monster who feasted on human blood, Feng Lin wouldn’t show mercy like he did before. He attacked ruthlessly, instantly sending his opponent to death’s door with a single strike. His opponent completely lost his combat strength, and even his cultivation was crippled.

“Victor, Feng Lin!”

Upon seeing the situation, the host announced with a quavering voice.

“Spirit control and physical dominance!”

“The spirit slayer truly lives up to his name!”

“If no one can block his formless spirit force, there wouldn’t be anyone who can be the opponent of this Lin Feng.”

…

Many spectators began to comment with advice in hindsight.

Feng Lin wouldn’t care about what these people were saying or about the strange titles they might give him.

His path of ascension up the pagoda had already begun, and he wouldn’t stop for anything.

“I concede!”

“I also admit defeat!”

“You’ve won!”

…

One couldn’t help but say that the intimidation effect was really explosive when Feng Lin suddenly acted so ruthlessly.

The sorry sight of Blood Devil Fick was before the eyes of everyone. Next, the other pagoda lords were all frightened that they might become the next Fick. None of them felt any confidence in dealing with his spirit force attacks and chose to instantly concede. They completely ignored their pride and prestige.

For things like that, they knew very well what was more important. Anyone with brains would understand that upon having their cultivation base crippled, everything they possessed would be stripped from them.

Level 7500, 7550, 7600…

Feng Lin continued climbing. None of the pagoda lords he met could win against him when he used his spirit force to dominate them. They either lost because their mental states were controlled or they took the initiative to concede.

Who could block this Lin Feng?

This was the most crucial question in the hearts of everyone.

Feng Lin continued climbing, exuding an invincible momentum. It continued until someone from the interior department of the Heaven Reaching Pagoda reached out to him.

“Esteemed Adept Lin Feng, we apologize. Because we had grossly underestimated your combat strength, we caused you to waste time fighting these pagoda lords of the lower levels. After the latest analysis by the pagoda’s A.I. and the consensus of the Heaven Reaching Pagoda’s internal affairs department, we will instantly send you up by another 1,000 levels, directly to level 8,700…”