171: Snowball effect, the howling of ferocious beasts

You could hear a pin drop.

All the high-level executives were as if under a petrification spell, unmoving, their faces filled with an indescribable shock.

"He... he... did it?"

A voice, dry and trembling, broke the silence, "He really... punched and exploded the head of the Nine-Headed Serpent?"

"This... this is illogical!" A projection responsible for data Analysis shrieked, "According to our model calculations, even if Lin Feng's Rank increased to LV.37, even if he plundered some of the Nine-Headed Serpent's attributes, the power of that punch absolutely shouldn't have reached such a degree!"

"The Nine-Headed Serpent's skull hardness is comparable to our Dragon Pavilion's top-tier 'Basalt Alloy'! Even an S++ Rank pure strength type expert, using all his might, could at most leave a crack on it! To punch it open... this... this is something only a god can do!"

Everyone present was plunged into deep self-doubt.

Their proudly held knowledge system, their data models used to judge strength and weakness, were thoroughly and mercilessly shattered in the face of Lin Feng's unreasonable punch.

Only the Pavilion Master stared intently at the light screen, an increasingly bright light flickering in his ancient, unruffled eyes.

"No... you are all wrong..."

He said in a hoarse voice, as if he had used all his strength.

"That punch of his, its power... was not just strength."

"Look closely..."

He froze the image at the moment just before Lin Feng's fist made contact with the Nine-Headed Serpent's head.

"Look at that layer on the surface of his fist... that almost invisible energy fluctuation..."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately zoomed in on the image to the maximum.

They finally saw that on Lin Feng's seemingly simple and unadorned fist, there was an extremely faint yet incredibly condensed golden halo.

"What... what is that?"

"That is... the light of the Gathering Skill." The Pavilion Master's voice was filled with emotion and a hint of awe.

"He... he was still gathering at the moment of attack?!" A high-level executive exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost!

"No, it's not gathering." The Pavilion Master shook his head and corrected, "It's Analysis."

"Using the 'Analysis' ability of his Gathering Skill, in the instant before impact, he instantly found the weakest, most fatal structural weakness on the Nine-Headed Serpent's skull!"

"Then, he precisely and unreservedly poured his plundered, incredibly violent power into that single point!"

"Therefore..."

"He didn't just smash the Nine-Headed Serpent's head with brute force."

"He disintegrated it in a way that is almost like a Dao, which we simply cannot comprehend."

As soon as these words were uttered, the entire conference hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

They finally understood.

Lin Feng's fighting style seemed simple, brutal, and wide-open.

But in reality, every one of his attacks was a dimension-reducing strike, precisely calculated by the Gathering Skill!

This was the most unreasonable and most despair-inducing aspect of his Divine-Grade talent!

...Above the Eye of the East Sea.

Lin Feng floated quietly in mid-air, feeling the surging power within him that had become even more tremendous due to his upgrade.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the remaining eight heads that had reacted from their shock and had become even more violent due to the death of their companion.

There was no trace of Fear in his Divine-Demonic Pupils, one pitch black and one golden.

Instead, a colder, more bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

"Very good... it seems you still haven't understood your situation."

"Then..."

"Let me help you sober up properly!"

Without the slightest pause, he actively charged towards the nearest poisonous head, which was frantically spewing toxic goo!

He used the same trick again!

Talent — Collection Technique (God-Tier)!

Core ability — Origin Plunder!

Buzz —!!!

Eight golden threads shot out once more!

【Ding! You have activated Origin Plunder on the ancient Vicious Beast, Nine-Headed Serpent!】

【Ding! The target has been severely wounded by you, its Origin resistance has decreased! Plunder effect increased!】

【Ding! Plunder successful! You have gained temporary Strength * 80.0, temporary Physique * 100.0!】

【Ding! You have successfully plundered the opponent's 'Poison' Origin! Your next attack will carry a 'Poisonous Corrosion' effect!】

One's gain is another's loss!

Lin Feng, who had just leveled up and whose strength had already skyrocketed, after the second plunder, his temporary attributes had reached a terrifying level that even he found startling!

"Roar —!!!"

Lin Feng let out a roar even more ferocious than a Vicious Beast!

His right fist, which had once again burst with countless bloodstains due to bearing too immense a power, carried the toxic force capable of corroding all things, and smashed fiercely into the seven-inch mark of that poisonous head!

That was precisely the second structural weakness of this head that the Gathering Skill had instantly analyzed!

Boom —!!!

Another dull thud!

The second massive head exploded in response!

Toxic fluid rained down from the sky like a storm, corroding a huge hole in the sea surface below!

【Ding! You have destroyed the Nine-Headed Serpent's poisonous head (2/9)!】

【Ding! You have gained a massive amount of experience! Congratulations, your Rank has increased to LV.38!】

He leveled up again!

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth curled into a cruel and mad arc.

He clearly felt that a perfect, infinitely repeatable snowball effect had formed!

Plunder to get stronger!

Kill to level up!

Plunder again to become even stronger!

Kill again to level up again!

In this battle, he would only grow stronger and stronger!

And the Nine-Headed Serpent would only grow weaker and weaker!

"Seven..."

He slowly raised his head, looking at the remaining seven heads that had completely fallen into Fear and despair. His Divine-Demonic Pupils were filled with endless greed and killing intent!

Fear.

Pure Fear from the depths of its Soul appeared in the Nine-Headed Serpent's seven massive eyes.

This ancient, infamous primordial beast was now so afraid of a tiny human.

Its massive body began to uncontrollably retreat, attempting to re-submerge into the bottomless oceanic vortex that offered it a sense of security.

It wanted to... escape... Dragon Pavilion, Highest Conference Hall.

On the light screen, the Vicious Beast, as massive as a mountain range, was actually retreating step by step before Lin Feng's demonic figure, showing timidity.

The entire conference hall was silent.

All the high-level executives were numb from this battle that had overturned their worldview.

"It... it's afraid..."

A voice, filled with disbelief, murmured.