"What? What did you just say?"
Ling Feng's pupils contracted. "You know how to break through the Mystical Yellow Flame?"
"Hehe, so what do you think? Want this divine beast to tell you?" The despicable donkey spoke with a smug tone. Even though Ling Feng couldn't see its gloating face, he could imagine its tail was already raised high to the sky!
While dodging the Mystical Yellow Flame of the Eleventh Prince, Ling Feng urgently asked, "Despicable donkey, this isn't the time for jokes! Just tell me already!"
"Hehe, not so fast," the donkey chuckled. "Unless you agree to give me half of the fire seed after you get it."
"What?" Ling Feng was stunned. The more the despicable donkey spoke, the stranger it sounded. Get the Mystical Yellow Flame?
When did I ever obtain the Mystical Yellow Flame?
"Idiot!" The despicable donkey gave Ling Feng a look of contempt. "Did you forget I taught you the Art of Devouring Flame?"
"Of course I remember," Ling Feng replied seriously. "But isn't the Art of Devouring Flame just a martial art to devour various flames and condense the Devouring Flame? You mean..."
Ling Feng paused for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed, "You're saying I should devour the Mystical Yellow Flame from the Eleventh Prince during the battle?"
"Why not?" The donkey responded nonchalantly.
"That's insane!" Ling Feng was shocked by the donkey's outlandish idea. Cultivating the Art of Devouring Flame and devouring abnormal fire requires extreme caution and precision. To devour the opponent's abnormal fire during battle? This is way too bold and reckless!
Does he think the Eleventh Prince is an idiot?
Not to mention, the process of devouring an abnormal fire was perilous enough on its own, but now Ling Feng also had to dodge the Eleventh Prince's attacks while doing it. Wasn't that just asking for death?
"Haven't you heard the saying? 'The bolder you are, the bigger the reward!'" The donkey replied carelessly. "Fortune favors the bold, after all. There's a prime abnormal fire right in front of you, and you're not going to devour it?"
Ling Feng felt lines of frustration forming on his forehead. "I feel like I'd be turned to charcoal long before I manage to devour the Mystical Yellow Flame."
"Relax! I'm not telling you to absorb the flames he's throwing at you," the donkey chuckled. "I have a way for you to directly devour his fire seed! Compared to the abnormal fire itself, the fire seed is much easier to control. Imagine the look on that guy's face when he finds out you've stolen the Mystical Yellow Flame fire seed he spent so much effort taming. He'd probably die of rage! Hahaha, how fun would that be?"
The donkey grew so excited that it rolled on the ground, laughing with its four hooves up in the air. It had a fire attribute physique itself, though it was limited by its talent, so it couldn't cultivate the Art of Devouring Flame. Still, if it could get a portion of the Mystical Yellow Flame, it would gain a decent boost.
"Steal the fire seed?"
As Ling Feng's figure flickered to dodge another fireball from the Eleventh Prince, he asked the donkey, "How can I steal it? I can't even get close to him!"
"That's because you're useless!"
The donkey chuckled again. "Listen closely, boy. I'll say something, and you repeat after me!"
"What?" Ling Feng blinked in confusion. But as soon as he heard the words the donkey was passing on, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Good grief, this donkey is truly... indecent!
"For the sake of the fire seed, and for Miss Yue, I guess I'll just have to go for it!"
Ling Feng gritted his teeth, dodged another fireball, and flew into the air with his wings of true qi. He then shouted loudly, "You flaming bastard, so you think you're tough just because you have an abnormal fire? If you've got the guts, why don't you fight me one-on-one without it?
"What's wrong? Are you scared of your grandpa? Kneel down and... kneel and..."
Ling Feng's face turned red, and he couldn't finish the sentence. But quickly, he resumed his insults, "Without that abnormal fire, I could kill you with just a fart!"
In an instant, countless gazes turned toward Ling Feng, many with puzzled looks.
What's going on? Is he in trash talk mode now?
Damn, that felt satisfying!
To curse a prince like that, what nerve!
"Hahaha! As expected of the Imperial Capital's most ruthless man!"
"Respect! So much respect!"
Many onlookers cheered, "Exactly! He's only tough because of the Mystical Yellow Flame. If he's so great, why not fight without it?"
Even Jiang Xiaofan and the others were dumbfounded. Although Ling Feng usually used sharp words to leave people speechless, he wasn't typically this vulgar.
"What's wrong with Big Brother? This doesn't seem like him!" One of them asked.
"This feels more like the black donkey's doing," Gu Tengfeng said in an analytical tone.
"That's it! It must be the black donkey!" Jiang Xiaofan nodded repeatedly.
"But given the Eleventh Prince's composure, I doubt he'd fall for such a petty provocation and give up the advantage of the Mystical Yellow Flame," Gu Tengfeng shook his head. Ling Feng was grasping at straws. Even if the Eleventh Prince got angry, he still had the Mystical Yellow Flame, putting him in an unbeatable position.
Insulting him wouldn't change that, would it?
"Hmph, a cheap trick to provoke me." The Eleventh Prince snorted coldly, glaring at Ling Feng. "Since you've chosen death, I won't hold back.
"Divine Flame, descend!"
Suddenly, a massive fireball formed in the sky, covering half the arena with blazing flames, and it was heading straight for Ling Feng.
There was nowhere to hide against such a wide range attack.
The despicable donkey laughed. "The moment that brat controls the Mystical Yellow Flame, he'll let down his fire barrier. That's when you strike! Go for his abdomen and activate the Art of Devouring Flame's Fire Seal!
"This is your one and only chance! Whether or not you can seize the fire seed depends entirely on you!"
Ling Feng's eyes flashed with determination. The Eleventh Prince had indeed been provoked, but he had no idea that Ling Feng's true goal was to steal his Mystical Yellow Flame fire seed.
As the divine flame descended, Ling Feng used his Boundless Sword Steps to swiftly close the distance between himself and the Eleventh Prince.
"Hmph, do you think standing close to me will stop me?" The Eleventh Prince sneered. "I am the master of the Mystical Yellow Flame. Its fire cannot harm me!"
He raised his hand, aiming a ruthless palm strike at Ling Feng. "Do you think I rely solely on the Mystical Yellow Flame? I want every young martial artist of the Tianbai Empire to live in fear of me!"
"I don't even need the Mystical Yellow Flame to fight you!"
With a roar, the Eleventh Prince's palm hit Ling Feng's chest.
A soft whisper reached his ear. The Eleventh Prince's eyes widened as he realized the Ling Feng in front of him was merely a flame clone!
In the next instant, Ling Feng's hand pressed against the Eleventh Prince's abdomen, and the Fire Seal erupted, sending the Eleventh Prince flying several meters. A faint yellow flame, the fire seedling, was pulled directly from the Eleventh Prince's body!