After placing Chacha Maru in a safe spot, Lin Feng turned his head toward the doorway.
But the moment his eyes landed there, he froze slightly in surprise.
"Xiaofu?"
Xiaofu stood at the door, eyes glowing with an eerie red light.
Although his body wasn't particularly strong, the aura now radiating from him was immense—vast and oppressive, as though it didn't belong to a mere human.
When Lin Feng saw those crimson eyes and that twisted grin curling at the corner of Xiaofu's lips, he already had a rough guess in his heart.
The real Xiaofu could never possess such power—he had literally blown the door off its hinges just by standing there.
Which could only mean one thing—the person before him was no longer Xiaofu.
He had been possessed by none other than the Clan Chief of the Lan Tribe—Wulanda.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
These guys really acted faster than he expected.
"Hand over the Child of the Wind, or die."
There was no extra chatter, no trace of hesitation.
Xiaofu—no, Wulanda—didn't even bother with greetings. He went straight for the threat.
From Xiaofu's memories, Wulanda had already learned a little about this boy standing before him—his name, his face, his school life. He knew they were classmates.
But to him, Lin Feng was nothing more than a good student, a transfer kid who could draw decent manga—an ordinary person.
To Wulanda, he was merely a dispensable existence.
The Child of the Wind was all that mattered.
"Whsssh—! Whsssh—!"
At that moment, Fūko hovered protectively behind Lin Feng, her tiny body surrounded by a faint breeze as she braced herself for battle.
She could sense it—an aura that made her feel deeply uncomfortable, even repulsed.
And she refused to let herself be caught.
"So she's hiding in that little doll, huh?"
Wulanda's borrowed lips curled into a cruel grin. "Then come here!"
He raised both hands high, and at once, a crushing invisible pressure locked onto Fūko's position.
Seeing that, Lin Feng naturally couldn't just stand by.
In an instant, Nichirin no Kokyū—the Breath of the Sun—flared to life within him.
A wave of scorching heat began to radiate from his body, rolling outward in slow, steady pulses.
He took a step forward and stood firmly before Fūko, shielding her with his own body and facing the unseen pressure head-on.
"So you're volunteering for death, huh? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"
The cruel grin on Xiaofu's face grew even wider, grotesquely so.
A mere human daring to resist him? Laughable.
He changed targets immediately. His hands clenched the air as if grabbing something invisible—
—and Lin Feng felt an immense force envelop him on all sides.
'So this is the power of wind… Not bad.'
Lin Feng quietly felt out the strength surrounding him, estimating its weight.
It wasn't world-shattering, but it was strong—easily over five hundred jin.
He was lucky.
If he hadn't drawn Nichirin no Kokyū in the lottery earlier, enhancing his body far beyond that of an ordinary human, this might've crushed him instantly.
Because what Wulanda was using wasn't just raw strength anymore—this was practically a psychic attack.
Telekinetic power.
It sounded terrifying, and it was. But if one's physical strength was high enough… it could still be resisted.
Like Lin Feng now—he could feel the immense pressure gripping him, but it wasn't enough to completely immobilize him.
"Hmph! Overconfident fool—die!"
Wulanda clenched both hands tighter, intending to crush Lin Feng completely.
However—
No matter how much strength he exerted, Lin Feng's body remained unmoved.
Not only was he still standing there calmly, his breathing rhythm didn't even change.
No red face. No strain. Not a single flinch.
Only the slight tightness in his clothes proved he was under enormous pressure at all.
Otherwise, he looked completely normal.
"Wh—what… impossible?!"
The cruel grin vanished from Wulanda's face, replaced by raw disbelief.
He knew exactly how powerful his ability was.
Even a steel plate, if caught in this telekinetic field, would be compressed into a solid ball of metal.
That power was what made him confident enough to walk into this modern world alone.
But this boy—this human—had withstood it without flinching.
Unthinkable.
"Could it be… because this vessel is too weak? That's why I can't use my full strength?"
Wulanda frowned deeply, struggling to make sense of it.
Perhaps it was true—he had been sealed for ages, his power had certainly weakened.
And psychic-type abilities like his required both immense physical resilience and mental energy to sustain and channel them properly.
But Xiaofu's body? It was pitifully weak—maybe only slightly stronger than that useless weakling Nobita.
If he had possessed Fat Tiger's body instead, perhaps he could've unleashed more power.
But that didn't matter anymore.
Before coming here, Wulanda had believed this would be an effortless task—just grab the Wind Child and leave.
Never had he expected to encounter someone who could resist him head-on with nothing but sheer physical might and willpower.
"…Are you done?"
Lin Feng's calm voice broke through his thoughts.
"That massage technique of yours was pretty decent. Now it's my turn."
As Wulanda hesitated, thinking about his next move, Lin Feng casually stretched out his arms, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck with an audible pop.
He smiled at the red-eyed Xiaofu before him, utterly at ease—
—as though the five hundred jin of crushing force around him had never even existed.
Seeing that expression, Wulanda suddenly had the grim realization that he'd kicked an iron wall.
This boy… wasn't going to be easy.
But it was already too late for regret.
Lin Feng finished warming up. Then, with a sharp twist of his foot, he exploded forward—
His entire body shot out like a released arrow, cutting through the air straight toward the possessed Xiaofu standing at the doorway.
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