51: Chapter 51 S-Rank

The firelight flickered.

The flame at Su Ya's fingertip dispelled the darkness and musty odor that had accumulated in the dungeon for years.

But as the light flared, an overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with an extremely pungent odor of ozone, assailed their senses.

Lin Feng stepped into the dungeon.

The space here was not large. The surroundings were made of cold, special-grade steel plates, and the walls were covered with scorch marks left by high-temperature lightning.

In the center, chained to a load-bearing column with steel chains as thick as a child's arm, was a person.

A woman.

Her head hung low, her disheveled long hair obscuring most of her face.

The high-grade combat leather armor she should have been wearing was now torn into rags that barely covered her body.

Large areas of her fair, delicate skin were exposed to the chilly air, marred by shocking dark-red whip marks.

Flesh torn, new wounds layered over old ones, exuding a cruel, tortured beauty.

Her slender, straight jade-like legs were also shackled with heavy iron fetters at the ankles.

Most striking was the heavy metal collar fastened around her slender, swan-like neck, emitting an eerie red glow.

[Magic-Suppression Collar].

The most notorious item in the post-apocalyptic black market, specifically used to suppress and torture survivors who have awakened powerful abilities.

With each flash of red light, the woman's body would tremble uncontrollably, and she would let out a pained, stifled groan.

But even in such a wretched state, faint purple electric arcs continued to leak from her body.

The arcs struck the steel chains, emitting sharp crackling sounds.

"Beep!"

The moment Lin Feng saw the woman clearly, the system panel at the edge of his retina erupted without warning into a blinding golden light!

It was an even more dazzling prompt than when he had slain the Second-Order Monster before!

[Highest-Level Scan Warning!]

[Target Located! Detected Extremely Rare Super-Grade Talent Across All Servers!]

[Talent Rank: S-Rank!]

[Ability Name: Raging Purple Lightning (Currently in a state of severe backlash and suppression)]

[Target Name: Leng Yubing.]

[Status Analysis: This target's talent potential is excessively high. Her unranked physical body cannot withstand the might of S-Rank thunder, causing a violent backlash in her magic source. Currently physically restrained by an item. Vital signs are continuously declining.]

S-Rank!

Lin Feng's deep black eyes contracted sharply at that moment.

His breath even halted for half a second.

In this post-apocalyptic world where even A-rank talents are as rare as phoenix feathers, what did S-Rank signify?

It signified that as long as one did not die young, they would inevitably become an absolute overlord, sweeping through the abyss and reigning supreme over the world!

It signified the ultimate elemental control power capable of destroying heaven and earth!

No wonder that Bloody Hand, even after capturing her, hadn't killed her directly but had locked her here with a Magic-Suppression Collar.

Facing an S-Rank Lightning Archmage who could go berserk at any moment, even a Second-Order Berserker could be blown to smithereens with the slightest carelessness.

Bloody Hand had intended to wait until she was at her weakest before slowly taming her.

Unfortunately, he no longer had that chance.

Now, this priceless, invaluable treasure lay utterly defenseless before Lin Feng.

Frost, Blazing Flames, and now Purple Lightning.

Lin Feng's gaze gradually grew fervent, revealing the most primitive greed and possessiveness of a hunter spotting a supreme prey.

As if sensing the arrival of outsiders,

Leng Yubing, suspended by the chains, slowly raised her head.

What a face of peerless, devastating beauty.

Even covered in dust and bloodstains, it could not conceal her innate air of aloofness and nobility.

Her features were exquisite, like the Creator's most perfect masterpiece.

Most captivating were her eyes.

Her irises were actually an enchanting amethyst color.

Now, those purple eyes were fixed coldly on Lin Feng who had entered, and on Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu following behind him.

There was no wild joy of a survivor being rescued, nor the despair of one trapped in a prison.

There was only deep-seated arrogance, defiance, and thick mockery.

"Did that fool Bloody Hand die by your hands?"

Leng Yubing spoke.

Her voice was hoarse and dry from prolonged dehydration, yet her tone remained haughty, as if she were the queen standing and scrutinizing everything.

Lin Feng stopped walking, looking down at her from his height.

"It seems you aren't surprised."

"What is there to be surprised about? Mad dogs in the wasteland biting each other over a bone happens every day."

A weak yet scornful sneer curled at the corner of Leng Yubing's lips. Her gaze swept over Lin Feng before finally settling on Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu.

Seeing the two women—their clothes in disarray, yet their faces flushed and utterly obedient to Lin Feng—

a flash of unconcealed disgust passed through Leng Yubing's eyes.

"Killed one mad dog, and now an even greedier wolf comes.

"What, are you here to tame me too?

"Want me to crawl into your bed, wagging my tail and begging for favor like these two lowly playthings?"

As soon as these words were uttered,

Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu's faces instantly turned ashen.

Though they had been completely conquered by Lin Feng, before the apocalypse, they too had been lofty campus beauties and academic prodigies.

Now, being insulted like this by a prisoner ignited the dignity of a First-Order Succubus in an instant.

"Shut up! Who do you think you are, daring to speak to the Train Master like that!"

The flame at Su Ya's fingertip flared violently as she stepped forward, ready to teach her a lesson.

Xia Wanqiu's eyes also turned icy, cold energy gathering in her palm.

In their eyes, anyone who dared offend Lin Feng deserved death.

"Step back."

Lin Feng raised his hand, stopping the two women.

He looked at Leng Yubing, not angry at all. Instead, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider.

A rose with thorns held more value when plucked.

If an S-Rank talent possessor were spineless, he would find it boring.

Leng Yubing, enduring the intense pain from the collar, straightened her back under Lin Feng's invasive gaze.

The torn leather armor on her chest couldn't conceal that proud expanse of fair skin. With her breathing, faint purple electric arcs seemed to dance within the deep valley of her cleavage.

"Don't waste your effort."

Leng Yubing gritted her teeth, her purple eyes filled with resolve. "Even if I explode from the lightning backlash, I will never become a tool for a man like you. What you want, you will never get."

She understood the minds of such men all too well.

In the post-apocalyptic world, with her looks and talent, men looked at her as if she were the choicest piece of meat.

She would rather die than submit to such filthy desires.

She proudly lifted her slender neck, closed her eyes, and awaited Lin Feng's furious, frustrated torture.

However,

One second, two seconds.

The anticipated rage did not arrive.

*Clap, clap, clap.*

In the empty dungeon, the slow, rhythmic sound of Lin Feng's applause echoed.

"Very impressive resolve. Very moving nobility."

Lin Feng strode forward on his long legs, step by step, until he stood right before Leng Yubing.

His face was less than ten centimeters from hers.

Leng Yubing could even feel the cold, faintly blood-scented aura emanating from him.

Her eyes snapped open, glaring fiercely at him.

"But it seems you've misunderstood one thing."