Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Yun Feng listened to Ma Hongjun's recount with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"And then you got into a fight with him?" Yun Feng asked, amused.

Fatty puffed out his chest.

"Of course! He insulted me—how could I let that slide?"

"I only planned to scare him off, but who would've thought the guy turned out to be a Spirit Master! A Soul Elder with four rings, no less. He beat me up in just a few moves and tossed me out of that bushy nest.

"But that's not even the worst part. The bastard insulted my… you know… manliness! Said it was small! As a man, how could I tolerate such humiliation? So I got back up to fight him again, and, well, you see the result."

Ma Hongjun's face darkened with anger and embarrassment.

"You didn't see how smug he was! Brothers, you have to help me out! If I hadn't trained so hard these past months, I might not have made it back alive."

His emotional outburst, complete with tears and snot, left Dai Mubai and the others frowning, while Yun Feng and Zhu Zhuqing shared a silent thought: Serves you right.

"What was his name?" Yun Feng asked casually.

"The brothel's madam called him 'Bu Le,' but I doubt that's his real name," Fatty replied, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"'Bu Le?' A mere Soul Elder dares bully my brother?" Dai Mubai exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table. "Let's go, Fatty. Lead the way. Tang San, Oscar, you coming?"

Dai Mubai's fiery personality wouldn't let him ignore Fatty's humiliation. After all, he had experienced his own share of such entanglements, though most of the time, he came out on top.

Tang San nodded.

"Let's check it out together."

Yun Feng chimed in, grinning.

"Count me in. If things get out of hand, you'll need me to hold the line."

The group fell silent for a moment, but eventually, they nodded in agreement. Yun Feng's strength was undeniable, and having him along could be crucial if Bu Le had reinforcements.

Still, distrust lingered. Yun Feng's history of stirring trouble wasn't exactly comforting.

Oscar remembered vividly how Yun Feng had manipulated his situation with the Phoenix-Tail Crest Serpent. Dai Mubai couldn't forget how Yun Feng had humiliated him repeatedly, even stealing his fiancée.

And Tang San? Yun Feng's very existence felt like a lifelong thorn in his side—always one step ahead, always in the spotlight.

Despite their personal grievances, none of them could deny Yun Feng's strength.

"Alright," Fatty said excitedly. "Let's head out! Maybe we'll catch him still lurking around."

He bolted for the door but was quickly yanked back by Dai Mubai.

"Hold on. We need to eat first. You can't fight on an empty stomach. And tell us more about this guy's abilities—know your enemy, right?"

Reluctantly, Ma Hongjun sat back down and began recounting his encounter while the group ate.

"The guy was short, about 1.6 meters tall, with a coal-black face like he'd just crawled out of a mine. His martial spirit isn't attack, defense, or agility-based—it feels more like…"

His gaze drifted toward Tang San.

"Kind of like yours, Tang San, but different in appearance."

"Control system?" Tang San and Dai Mubai said in unison, exchanging a glance.

"Probably. His martial spirit is two pink, semicircular… uh, things. They're about the size of buns, and he wears them on his head when summoned. It's disgusting, honestly."

The group collectively frowned, trying to picture such a peculiar martial spirit.

"He used two soul skills against me," Ma Hongjun continued. "The first made the pink… things expand to block my Phoenix Fire Line. The second trapped me between them, front and back, wrapping me up like a dumpling. I couldn't break free, even with my flames, and then he just used me as a punching bag."

"Pink… semicircles?" Tang San muttered, perplexed. Even with his extensive knowledge from Yu Xiaogang's teachings, he couldn't figure out what kind of martial spirit this might be.

Yun Feng, on the other hand, immediately recognized it.

Those are… Yun Feng coughed to hide his reaction. Why would someone's martial spirit be women's undergarments?!

As a modern transmigrator, Yun Feng understood things about martial spirit awakenings that most people in this world didn't. While bloodline and genetics played a role, personal subconsciousness and desires could also influence the outcome.

Could Bu Le be another transmigrator? Yun Feng wondered, a chill running down his spine. If he is, then he's a potential threat.

Yun Feng resolved to deal with Bu Le, no matter the circumstances.

"This guy probably has two other soul skills he didn't use," Dai Mubai said, breaking Yun Feng's thoughts.

Fatty waved dismissively.

"With Yun Feng here, do we even need to worry? His strength alone is more than enough!"

Tang San frowned.

"Still, we can't underestimate him. Yun Feng is strong, but we don't know if Bu Le has allies. Stay cautious."

With that, the group finished their meal and prepared to head out, each with their own motivations.

Yun Feng trailed behind, his thoughts racing. If Bu Le really is a transmigrator… I need to uncover his secrets—and eliminate him if necessary.

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