Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

"What? What do you mean?"

Ning Rongrong was momentarily confused, unsure of what Yun Feng was implying.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Yun Feng clarified, "I mean your offer isn't enough."

Ning Rongrong's breath hitched in disbelief. She was already furious and didn't bother to think it through.

"Fine! I'll add my promise—anything you want, as long as it's within my power, I'll do it!"

Yun Feng smiled. "Well, in that case, I suppose I can help you."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong's mood brightened, and she turned to Dai Mubai with a smug look.

"Come on, didn't you want to attack me?" she taunted. "Didn't you want to kill me? If you can beat Yun Feng—or even survive a fight with him—you're welcome to try!"

Dai Mubai's face turned ashen.

Fight Yun Feng?

He had tried before. And what happened?

One move.

He was instantly defeated.

How could he possibly win? It was a death sentence.

As Yun Feng approached, his cold, emotionless gaze locked on Dai Mubai, making the latter feel as though he were being targeted by a ten-thousand-year spirit beast.

A chilling sense of death washed over him.

"Yun Feng, you're joking, right? We're classmates, aren't we?" Dai Mubai said nervously. "And I'm a prince of the Star Luo Empire. You wouldn't really kill me, would you?"

He tried to sound confident, but his trembling voice betrayed his fear.

"If you kill me, can you handle the empire's wrath? Even if I'm an outcast, it's still about the royal family's dignity!"

Dai Mubai's attempts at reasoning fell flat as Yun Feng remained unmoved.

Realizing there was no swaying him, Dai Mubai's panic gave way to desperation. Various emotions—fear, anger, regret—swirled in his heart.

Meanwhile, Yun Feng noticed something peculiar in his spiritual sea. The Heaven Suppression Monument stirred, and the carving knife emerged.

With a few strokes, Dai Mubai's name was etched onto the monument.

Yun Feng smirked inwardly. So now Dai Mubai felt murderous intent?

He had been puzzled before. Despite Yun Feng's closeness to Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai hadn't shown any overt hostility. But now, facing the prospect of death, his true feelings surfaced.

What a twisted mind.

But Yun Feng wasn't planning to kill him. For one, keeping Dai Mubai alive would allow Yun Feng to stay at Shrek Academy.

More importantly, Dai Mubai was now a convenient scapegoat—a useful tool to boost Yun Feng's cultivation speed through their shared energy.

However, Ning Rongrong's favor couldn't be neglected.

He decided to teach Dai Mubai a lesson. A memorable one.

Before Yun Feng could act, Dai Mubai suddenly turned to Ning Rongrong, abandoning his plea to Yun Feng.

"This is all my fault," he said, his voice trembling. "I shouldn't have said those things. Please, spare me. I won't do it again."

Seeing him beg, Ning Rongrong's fury subsided a little, but she wasn't ready to let him off so easily.

"Weren't you arrogant just now?" she sneered. "You only know how to bully the weak. Now that you're in danger, you don't even dare to fight back. No wonder you ran away from the Star Luo Empire like a coward."

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He remained silent, his eyes darkening.

"Please, I'm sorry. Tell Yun Feng to stop."

His pitiful demeanor dampened Ning Rongrong's excitement, but she didn't respond.

Yun Feng, however, caught her subtle approval.

Smiling faintly, he released his martial soul.

Three rings—two yellow, one purple—hovered around him, radiating immense pressure.

"First Soul Skill: Heavenly Flame Dragon Transformation!"

Yun Feng's body ignited with flames, his right arm covered in fiery red dragon scales crackling with lightning.

With a single step, the ground beneath him sank, and he shot forward like a missile.

Dai Mubai, realizing there was no escape, released his martial soul in desperation.

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

His clothes tore apart as his muscles expanded, veins bulging under his enhanced form.

But Yun Feng was unfazed.

With his soul power far surpassing Dai Mubai's and his skill enhanced by attributes boosting his attack strength by 200%, Yun Feng's fiery punch shattered Dai Mubai's defenses like glass.

The punch landed squarely on Dai Mubai's abdomen, folding him in half as he coughed up blood.

Before Dai Mubai could hit the ground, Yun Feng was already there, unleashing a flurry of blows.

Every punch sent shockwaves through the air, making Dai Mubai feel as though he were being crushed by mountains.

Despair filled his heart.

How could two soul masters of the same rank be so different?

Even with his White Tiger Spirit—a top-tier martial soul—he couldn't land a single hit.

Meanwhile, the onlookers—Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Oscar—stood slack-jawed in shock.

They had always known Yun Feng was strong, but this…

This was beyond their understanding of a Soul Elder's capabilities.

As they watched Yun Feng lift Dai Mubai's limp body, they could only gape in astonishment.

"He's… too strong," Xiao Wu muttered.

Feeling that punching was too time-consuming, Yun Feng switched tactics. Grabbing Dai Mubai by the legs, he began swinging him back and forth, smashing him into the grou

nd repeatedly.

(Think Hulk smashing Loki.)

The dull thuds of impact and Dai Mubai's screams echoed through the night.

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