The pressure from the titled Douluo was as heavy as a mountain, suffocating.
In the face of this pressure, not only did others not favor Chen Feng, but even Oscar didn't think Chen Feng could win easily.
After all, Soul Douluo Zhilin was a control - type soul master, and his soul power wasn't that overbearing.
But the Titan family were pure power - type soul masters, and their intimidating power was completely different.
The students watching from the periphery could only see that the air between Chen Feng and Titan seemed to distort, rippling out circles of water - like waves, but they couldn't feel anything.
Suddenly, a flash of surprise appeared in Titan's eyes. To gain the upper hand in this bet, he didn't hesitate to release sixty percent of the power in his body.
In his eyes, Chen Feng was just a level - 43 Soul Ancestor. Such pressure, in his opinion, was more than enough to make the other party submit.
Titan's soul power was as high as level 86. Even among the titled Douluos, few could rival him in terms of strength.
Even Taino, at level 58, if only considering strength, his power could almost match that of Zhao Wuji at level 76. This was the absolute advantage brought by the single - attribute addition.
As a pure power - type soul master, the pressure Titan released was naturally pure strength.
Although on the surface he didn't use his martial spirit or skills, seemingly giving Chen Feng a glimmer of hope.
At the same time, he also set a time limit for himself. But in fact, facing the pressure of a pure - attribute soul master was an extreme test in itself.
Chen Feng stood there quietly, his face still as calm as water, as if Titan's anger and the tense atmosphere around him were just a wisp of breeze brushing past his cheek.
"The might of a titled Douluo is just so - so."
Chen Feng's voice, in this almost tangible pressure, remained as steady as usual, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
Hearing this, Titan's face suddenly darkened, and a flash of unbelieving anger appeared in his eyes.
The soul power in his body, like ignited gunpowder, burst out instantly. The surrounding air seemed to be compressed by this force, and the floor, under this invisible heavy pressure, began to creak. Fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider - web.
The whole scene was like the calm before a storm, extremely oppressive. Even breathing seemed heavy.
Under this intimidating power, the other students involuntarily stepped back. Their eyes were filled with horror and confusion. They didn't understand why Chen Feng could still maintain that detached calm in the face of such a powerful opponent.
A group of teachers, led by Zhu Zhuqing, rushed to the academy gate in a hurry.
Zhao Wuji's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. He swept around and quickly grasped the seriousness of the situation from the tense and hasty conversations of the students.
"Teacher Zhao, go and stop them quickly!" Zhu Zhuqing's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes sparkled with anxiety.
Zhao Wuji's gaze finally locked onto Titan's burly figure, and his face turned solemn.
He slowly shook his head. "The bet has been made. This is a sacred oath among soul masters and cannot be broken. Without trust, one cannot stand. This is our principle. But why is his opponent this old guy? I'm afraid this will be troublesome."
"You know him? Isn't he Tailong's grandfather?" There was a hint of surprise in Zhu Zhuqing's voice.
A bitter expression appeared on Zhao Wuji's face, and a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.
"Of course I know this old guy. Back then, I accidentally injured his clansman, and he chased me everywhere. That's why Flanders and I had no choice but to establish Shrek Academy."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's face changed, and her voice was filled with disbelief.
"What? He's even more powerful than you?"
Zhao Wuji's brows furrowed tightly, revealing deep fear and helplessness.
He said in a low voice, "This old guy's strength is unfathomable. He's one of the top - notch titled Douluos. If it were an ordinary titled Douluo, I might still have a fight. But facing him, I don't have the slightest chance of winning. He's a pure power - type soul master, and his strength is even superior to most titled Douluos. I, who also follow the power path, am like an ant in front of him, completely defenseless. The pressure of the power he releases can rival that of a titled Douluo. Without level - 60 soul power, one simply can't withstand it."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's face turned deathly pale. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and couldn't help shouting, "Brother Chen Feng, if you can't hold on, just admit defeat!"
Chen Feng, however, just smiled indifferently.
"Zhuqing, don't worry. This bit of pressure is just a piece of cake for me."
Seeing this, Titan was shocked. The pressure he exerted had reached seventy percent, and even a level - 50 soul master would find it hard to bear, yet Chen Feng could still talk and laugh casually.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, "This kid is too arrogant. He needs to see some real power."
With this thought, Titan suddenly increased the output of his soul power, raising the pressure to ninety percent.
Suddenly, the originally regularly distorted air became wild, like a surging tide, crashing towards Chen Feng's body wave after wave.
Chen Feng secretly marveled in his heart. This titled Douluo's strength was indeed extraordinary. He knew that to resist it, he had to use his martial spirit.
"Zhu Xian Sword!"
As he called out, the surrounding air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to tremble violently, as if an ancient god was awakened at this moment, ready to display its supreme power.
Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines. Their eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Feng. Around his body, the air was like a burning flame, twisting and jumping, forming visible ripples.
Then, a clear sword cry pierced the sky, as if the heavens and the earth were trembling. Driven by Chen Feng's soul power, a huge stone sword slowly emerged from the void. At first, it was just a vague sword shadow, but as more soul power was injected, the sword shadow quickly solidified into a real giant sword.
This stone sword, from the tip to the hilt, exuded a simple and heavy aura, as if it carried the vicissitudes and fighting spirit of a thousand years.
A faint light flowed on the sword body. It was not dazzling, yet it was extremely sharp, as if with a gentle swing, it could tear through the void and cut through any obstacle.
Titan's expression became extremely solemn at this moment. A barely noticeable fluctuation flashed in his eyes, a tremor from the depths of his soul, a feeling that even a titled Douluo like him rarely experienced.
Chen Feng's Zhu Xian Sword martial spirit broke through the air, carrying an overbearing and sacred aura, as if it could purify all the filth in the world.
He felt the pressure around him suddenly ease. Those invisible restraints seemed to gradually dissipate in the sword light, and his breathing became smoother.
Chen Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and his mind, like being pulled by a thin thread, became more focused.
In this silence, Chen Feng's voice was soft yet firm. The three words, like the morning bell and evening drum, clearly echoed in everyone's ears.
"Please continue."
These simple three words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples.
In the hearts of the teachers and students present, an unprecedented fighting spirit burned like a raging fire. They saw the courage of not backing down even in the face of a powerful titled Douluo.