Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

At this moment, Yun Feng could feel the killing intent radiating from Dai Mubai.

Simultaneously, the Heaven-Suppressing Tablet within Yun Feng's spiritual sea began to stir.

The engraving knife emerged once again, and after a few swift strokes, Dai Mubai's name was etched onto the tablet.

Noticing this, a faint smirk appeared on Yun Feng's lips.

As Dai Mubai charged at him, Yun Feng didn't hesitate. Activating his first soul skill—Heavenly Flame Dragon Transformation, his entire body surged with power, enveloped in a fiery glow that significantly enhanced all his attributes.

"I think the one courting death is you. Who gave you the confidence to shout in front of me?"

With a flash of his figure, white and red lights collided mid-air.

The clash of soul power and physical strength created a thunderous boom, sending dust and debris flying several meters high.

In the next instant, the white light dimmed, and Dai Mubai's body was hurled backward from the collision's epicenter.

Just as Yun Feng prepared to press forward, Zhu Zhuqing stepped in front of him.

"Yun Feng, stop. It's not worth causing more trouble. I don't want my problems to drag you down."

Seeing her determined expression, Yun Feng paused. Though he stopped, he couldn't resist throwing out a biting remark:

"As a man, not only do you lack courage, but you're also utterly spineless. You don't even have the guts to own up to your actions. Pathetic."

Dai Mubai, climbing to his feet, felt the burning pain on his arms and the tremors coursing through his body.

At that moment, he realized that even if he used his soul skills, he might not be a match for Yun Feng.

But what infuriated him even more was Zhu Zhuqing standing in front of Yun Feng—not to defend him, but to shield Yun Feng from potential trouble.

Dai Mubai nearly choked with rage.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you've really changed these past few years!" he spat, his tone dripping with mockery.

Unwilling to be humiliated, Zhu Zhuqing retorted coldly:

"Even so, I'm still better than you. Changed, you say? Why don't you take a good look at yourself? Do you think you stand a chance against Davis and my sister? You might as well wait for death—it's more straightforward."

"No, you're not waiting for death. You're wasting time, indulging in debauchery. What right do you have to criticize me?"

The truth hit Dai Mubai harder than any attack. After fleeing the Star Luo Empire, he had initially resolved to train diligently, dreaming of one day reclaiming his honor.

But that resolve didn't last.

Despite years of cultivation, he hadn't even reached the fortieth rank. What chance did he have against Davis?

So, he chose to forget his mission, his responsibilities, and even Zhu Zhuqing, his fiancée.

It wasn't until he saw her again today, alongside Yun Feng, that the memories and regrets came rushing back.

But to have his deepest fears and failures laid bare—it was unbearable.

His spirit seemed to collapse, his denial tumbling out in a hoarse voice:

"What else could I do? How could I compete with them? Their soul power surpasses mine by so much. And you—you're nothing but dead weight!"

"If I don't fight, maybe I'll just lose my cultivation. At least I'd still be alive!"

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze dimmed, and a self-deprecating smile tugged at her lips. She didn't bother responding to Dai Mubai anymore.

Seeing the two of them in this state, Yun Feng rolled his eyes dramatically. Placing a steady hand on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, his expression turned serious.

"Zhuqing, don't let someone else's weakness shake your resolve to grow stronger. If you become strong enough, you can break any rule."

"Besides, the journey to strength isn't just about the destination. The sights along the way are worth cherishing too, aren't they?"

His words, filled with determination and encouragement, seemed to reignite a spark in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. Her previously lifeless gaze softened, a faint light returning to her pupils.

Dai Mubai, battered and humiliated, heard Yun Feng's words as well. But instead of inspiring him, they drew a scoff.

"Hah! What nonsense. Strength? Breaking rules? What a childish fantasy."

Yun Feng, unimpressed, turned to Dai Mubai with a smirk. "What are you laughing at? Do you want another beating?"

"Now hurry up and show us to the dormitory!"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his knuckles white with tension. He wanted nothing more than to strike Yun Feng down, but he knew he couldn't.

The earlier clash had left his arms in agony, rendering him powerless.

With no choice but to swallow his anger, he turned and began walking ahead silently.

As they followed Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing looked at Yun Feng and offered a heartfelt thanks.

"Thank you. You're right. Even if there's no hope, the journey to strength shouldn't just be about the end result. Perhaps the scenery along the way is worth savoring."

Hearing her response, Yun Feng smiled faintly. "At least you understand now."

After all, when he read the original story, he'd always felt Shrek Academy had very few normal people. Zhu Zhuqing was one of the rare exceptions, making her someone he admired.

Before long, Dai Mubai led them to the dormitory.

Watching Yun Feng and Zhu Zhuqing interact so naturally, Dai Mubai's discomfort only grew. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Zhu Zhuqing, don't forget your status!"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't respond, nor did she acknowledge him. Instead, she entered the dormitory with Yun Feng, saying,

"Yun Feng, let me help you settle in."

Hearing this, Dai Mubai couldn't take it anymore. He stormed off in anger, leaving the two of them behind.

Once he was gone, Yun Feng and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance and chuckled softly.

While Zhu Zhuqing helped Yun Feng organize his room, elsewhere, Tang San had followed Flender to the dean's office.

Flender's office was also his residence, sparsely furnished with only the essentials.

Sitting behind his desk, Flender's eyes softened as he looked at Tang San. A trace of complex emotion flickered in his gaze.

"How is the Grandmaster?" he asked suddenly.

Tang San nodded. "Teacher is doing well."

Flender's eyes widened in surprise. "You're his disciple? No wonder, no wonder he even gave you that belt. When I saw it on you, coupled with your age, I guessed you'd come to Shrek Academy. But I never expected you to be his student."

"I remember him saying he would one day train a geni

us soul master who would shock the continent. It seems that you're his choice."

"But why is your body so frail?"

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