Douluo: Random Trait System

Lin Feng gently comforted Dugu Yan.

Then, he suddenly remembered the [Fate Immunity] trait that was still hanging above her head.

Now that he had become the Fate's Chosen, he hadn't noticed any unusual changes in Dugu Yan's behavior toward him.

Fortunately, he had never bothered to preserve old traits when refreshing them.

The one he had refreshed for Dugu Yan a month ago was still waiting for him to choose.

Lin Feng looked at the three new traits available under [Fate Immunity].

[Villain Boss (Purple): You are destined to become the enemy of the Child of Destiny, and are immune to fate.]

He was already the Fate's Chosen—how could he let his wife become the villain?

Lin Feng was speechless. Why would the system even offer something like this?

[Ageless Beauty (Purple): Your face will never age.]

Too trash.

A Titled Douluo could already retain their youthful looks.

Besides, he'd seen traits before that kept the entire body young, and even those were only purple-tier.

This one just preserved the face?

Trash. Absolutely useless.

Lin Feng sighed internally and looked at the final option.

[Dream Walker (Purple): You can freely exit your own dreams and enter others' dreams at will.]

Another functionally useless trait. More of an entertainment gimmick.

Well, whatever.

Dugu Yan always said she was bored—maybe this would help her kill time.

"System, choose this one."

[Ding! Trait successfully updated!]

With the system's response, Lin Feng resumed eating.

Soon, night fell. The gathering ended early, and everyone returned to the academy.

"Bye, Young Master! Be a good boy, Xiao Feng!" Yu Kuang waved cheerfully as he parted ways with Lin Feng and the others.

But instead of heading home, he walked off in another direction—

The Great Soul Arena.

The arena was packed, a sea of noise from the bustling exchange counters and streams of people coming and going.

Inside a second-floor VIP suite, Zhao Li's eyes were bloodshot, bulging like they might pop out.

"Zhao San! Bet one thousand gold coins on Unbeaten Bull!"

He stared at the soul battle platform, voice hoarse and strained from shouting.

"Master, you've already lost a lot. How about we take a break and try our luck tomorrow?"

His subordinate, Zhao San, stood nearby drenched in nervous sweat, trying his best to talk him down.

"I don't believe in bad luck! I'll win this time—this is Unbeaten Bull, damn it!"

"It hasn't lost a single match yet! Of course it'll win again!"

Zhao Li glared at him like he wanted to eat him alive.

He had already lost so many times. No way his luck could be that bad.

Take a break? That wasn't his style!

He would keep going—lose until he won!

On the battle stage—

The match between Unbeaten Bull and Sky-Defying Eagle ended quickly.

"Oh my god! Sky-Defying Eagle has pulled off a major upset and won the match!"

The announcer declared the result with unbridled excitement.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd, but Zhao Li looked like he'd been struck by lightning.

"Damn it! Just my freaking luck today!"

"I'm done! I'm out!"

He kicked over a table in rage and stormed out with his followers.

As he reached the first floor to leave, a familiar voice caught his ear.

"One entry for Soul Ancestor-level soul battle. The sooner the better."

"Yes, sir."

Yu Kuang tossed a gold coin to the staff and walked confidently to the registration booth.

Moments later, he entered the preparation area.

"Is that Yu Kuang? He signed up for a Soul Ancestor fight? He broke through to Soul Ancestor?"

Zhao Li's eyes lit up in surprise.

Zhao San quickly nodded. "Yes, Young Master."

Zhao Li instantly perked up, the gloom vanishing from his face.

Yu Kuang had just broken through. At best, he'd be around Rank 41 or 42.

No way he could win this match!

All Zhao Li had to do was bet against him—he could recover all his losses!

Maybe even make a huge profit!

Ha! Lady Luck had finally come knocking!

He rushed like the wind to the arena manager, shouting excitedly: "Lend me one hundred thousand gold coins!"

"Young Master, please don't borrow that much! If you lose, we're finished! We can't afford it!"

Zhao San went pale, frantically trying to stop him.

Zhao Li waved him off impatiently. "What do you know? I'm guaranteed to win! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Young Master Zhao, your luck's been poor lately. I'm afraid I can't lend that much," the arena manager said with a furrowed brow.

"You've already racked up a lot of debt. If you lose again…"

"Cut the crap! I'll pay you back after the next match—just hurry up!"

Zhao Li shouted, face red with frustration.

"…Assistant, give him one thousand gold coins."

The manager sighed and signaled his aide, reluctantly handing over the money.

After all, Zhao Li was a high rank noble's son. A thousand coins was still recoverable.

"Ha ha ha! I'm putting it all on Fierce Tiger!"

"No way I lose again!"

"Zhao San! Go place the bet!"

He didn't even care about the amount—without hesitation, he bet all of it on Fierce Tiger, Yu Kuang's opponent.

He stared greedily at the stage, rubbing his hands with anticipation.

On the battle platform—

"Match begin!"

With the host's signal, Yu Kuang took a deep breath, chest heaving, soul power surging.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Vacuum Slash!"

Instantly, all the air was sucked out of the arena.

Everyone felt it—a brief, terrifying moment of suffocation.

"What's going on?! I can't breathe!"

"This guy's ability causes suffocation? That's intense!"

"Waaah! Mama, I'm gonna die!"

"Ahhh—I, I… finally… can breathe again…"

Thankfully, the Soul Arena was well-ventilated. Within seconds, fresh air returned.

People gasped greedily.

The damage was minimal—but the psychological impact was massive.

"That's it? You think you can win with that? Don't be ridiculous!"

"You think that's enough to beat me? Dream on! I'm Rank 48!"

Fierce Tiger laughed and taunted without fear.

"Third Soul Skill—"

Before he could finish, Yu Kuang's eyes flashed coldly.

Another Vacuum Slash shot out like lightning.

"Boom!"

Fierce Tiger was blasted out of the ring before he could react.

"Never underestimate your opponent."

Yu Kuang stared coldly at his fallen foe outside the stage.

In the VIP box—

Zhao Li froze, slack-jawed, rooted to the spot.

"H-How… how could this be?"

"How did Fierce Tiger lose?!"

"What the hell? Since when did Yu Kuang get this strong?!"

He muttered blankly, eyes vacant.

Zhao San collapsed to the floor, clutching his head, on the verge of tears.

I knew it! I knew Young Master couldn't win!

Now what?!

There's no way we can repay this debt!

If the master finds out, we're both dead men!

Not far away—

The arena manager, flanked by several brawny guards, strode toward their box.

Zhao Li, about to sneak out, spotted them and panicked.

"Zhao San, stall them! I've got something to take care of!"

He shouted before darting out the door.

"M-Me?!"

"Young Master, how can I stop them?!"

"They're Soul Kings, for crying out loud!"

Zhao San pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Just do it! Don't argue!"

Zhao Li snapped, vanishing down the hallway.

Zhao San sighed in despair, legs trembling as he watched the men approach.

Finally, he steeled himself and charged forward with a loud yell.

Before he got close, the assistant knocked him out with a single chop.

"…Forget it. Notify the Zhao estate. Let them deal with this mess."

The arena manager shook his head, watching Zhao Li's figure disappear into the distance.

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