Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Though it was only a branch hall, Ma Xiuno's position as a Spirit Hall branch leader warranted an official investigation. A team of Spirit Masters was dispatched, led by a Spirit Saint.

However, upon arriving in Nuoding City, they were swiftly diverted by Tang Hao.

This maneuver confirmed Yun Feng's suspicions—the murderer was indeed Tang Hao.

Unfortunately, Yun Feng could only watch from the sidelines. He wasn't yet strong enough to act, but the grudge was etched deeply in his heart.

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In three months, Yun Feng's spirit power had reached an impressive Rank 16. Despite being limited by the time available for training, the combination of borrowed talent, advanced techniques, and the effects of the Heaven-Suppressing Monument ensured rapid progress.

Even so, his growth paled in comparison to Xiao Wu.

Without much effort, Xiao Wu's soul power rose to Rank 14, seemingly defying all logic. The innate advantages of her soul beast origins made her progress enviable.

On the other hand, Tang San, despite acquiring his first spirit ring, barely maintained Rank 11. His struggles only grew more apparent, while Yu Xiaogang's situation was even worse.

The "Grandmaster" had fallen from Rank 29 to Rank 28, crushing his slim hopes of breaking through to the Spirit Elder stage. The loss left him despondent, unable to eat or sleep properly.

Worse yet, the agonizing pain he experienced daily—a sensation akin to being gnawed on by a thousand ants—forced him to endure an existence that was nothing short of torment.

Yu Xiaogang had his suspicions but couldn't find any technique in his knowledge base that matched this mysterious, relentless condition. His thoughts repeatedly returned to Tang San, wondering if his disciple's strange affliction had somehow spread to him.

But he had no solutions, only regrets. Watching Yun Feng's disciplined training, he lamented his decision to prioritize Tang San over Yun Feng. If only he had made a different choice, perhaps things would have turned out better.

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A few days later, Yun Feng was leaving the cafeteria after a meal when Xiao Wu stopped him.

"Yun Feng, you're so diligent all the time! No one has time to play with me anymore!"

Yun Feng chuckled and replied, "What choice do I have? Unlike you, I can't rely on talent alone to get stronger."

Xiao Wu tilted her head, noting how Yun Feng now towered over her. She couldn't refute his logic, but she felt increasingly out of place amidst the academy's competitive atmosphere.

Tang San, oblivious to Xiao Wu's discomfort, chimed in, "Sister Xiao Wu, you should also focus on cultivating more. Don't waste such great talent."

Although Tang San's words were well-intentioned, they came across as intrusive. Xiao Wu, who wasn't particularly close to Tang San, bristled at his unsolicited advice.

"Mind your own business," she snapped. "You're supposed to have innate full spirit power, so why are you only Rank 11 even after getting a spirit ring?"

"I..."

Tang San was left speechless as Xiao Wu walked away without waiting for his response.

Yun Feng, witnessing the scene, couldn't help but laugh. Tang San had utterly embarrassed himself.

Tang San turned to Yun Feng, his expression darkening. "What's so funny, Yun Feng?"

Yun Feng shrugged, unfazed. "You're acting like a clown, that's all."

Tang San didn't understand the term "clown," but he knew it wasn't a compliment. His face twisted in anger, and his right hand shot out, sending a hidden weapon flying toward Yun Feng.

But Yun Feng was ready. Anticipating an attack, he activated his martial spirit without hesitation. His right arm was instantly covered in fiery red scales, deflecting the hidden weapon with ease.

Tang San stared, dumbfounded. Yun Feng's dragon-like arm and the imposing draconic shadow behind him epitomized the overwhelming gap between their martial spirits.

Before Tang San could recover, Yun Feng struck back. His arm crackled with lightning as he unleashed his Thunderstorm Fist, punching Tang San squarely in the abdomen.

The blow sent Tang San flying across the room. Blood spurted from his mouth as he crashed to the ground, his already fragile meridians thrown into further disarray. Unable to endure the pain, Tang San passed out.

Yun Feng glanced at his fallen opponent and shook his head. He had no intention of killing Tang San—there was no need to stir up unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, keeping Tang San alive served his own interests. As long as the Heaven-Suppressing Monument linked them, Yun Feng's progress would come at Tang San's expense. The longer this continued, the wider the gap between them would grow.

"Why cut down a perfectly good weed when it's so useful?" Yun Feng muttered to himself before leaving the scene.

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Tang San wasn't the only one to feel the sting of Yun Feng's rise. Xiao Wu, despite her laid-back demeanor, couldn't help but be impressed by Yun Feng's consistent progress.

Even so, she couldn't resist teasing him from time to time, creating a lighthearted dynamic that brightened Yun Feng's otherwise intense routine.

Yun Feng, meanwhile, continued to focus on his training, his thoughts occasionally drifting to the future.

To succeed in his path, he needed enemies—adversaries with enough talent to fuel his own growth through the Heaven-Suppressing Monument. But he was careful not to make too many enemies at once.

His current strategy was simpl

e: target those who had already crossed him. For now, that was more than enough.