Douluo: My power increases in Two levels

"What!? Not qualified!? My son is a top student at a junior academy! Don't think you can scam me and get away with it! Give me back my money! "

"As stated before, the registration fee is ten gold soul coins. Once paid, it's non-refundable. Next! "

Just as Han Feng was about to call out Ning Rongrong for being unreasonable, he heard an angry outburst followed by a lazy response. Ignoring Rongrong, he turned to the source and saw a middle-aged man yelling at a Shrek Academy teacher—who looked entirely indifferent.

Han Feng couldn't help but marvel. This man must be absurdly lucky. At Shrek, even the weakest teachers were Soul Emperors. A low-tier soul master shouting like that and still standing? That was a miracle.

If this were the Spirit Hall, and he yelled at a Soul Saint or Soul Emperor like that, he'd be reduced to ashes.

"Mu Bai! Take care of this! "

Yawning, the teacher waved toward a tree, calling out to Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai jumped down, activating his martial soul midair. A bold "王" character appeared on his forehead, flanked by two yellow and one purple soul rings—the ideal configuration. The moment he landed, his kingly aura silenced the man completely.

"Beat me, and I'll refund your tuition in full."

Mubai cracked his knuckles with a wicked grin, eyes full of disdain.

The man, terrified, could only hug his child and mutter under his breath, "Tch... Who would even want to attend such a lousy school...?"

"Grandpa, here's our registration fee—20 gold soul coins in total! "

A clear voice rose from the crowd. Tang San, accompanied by Xiao Wu, stepped forward and handed a pouch of coins to the teacher.

The man who had just been yelling turned pale.

"Hmm... Give me your hands," the teacher said.

Tang San may not have been handsome, but his calm demeanor gave a pleasant impression. Xiao Wu was even more striking—cute and spirited, with her long scorpion braid and rabbit ear accessories. Even the teacher felt a strange fondness for them.

They extended their arms without hesitation.

When the teacher confirmed Xiao Wu's age was acceptable, Han Feng snorted inwardly: "Acceptable? That rabbit is older than your grandpa! "

As Han Feng mocked them in his mind, Tang San lifted his leg for a bone age test.

"Hmm... Bone growth is on point, age-appropriate. Let me see your soul rings."

The two smiled knowingly, and four bright yellow soul rings rose beneath their feet. The teacher beamed and snapped his fingers. "Mu Bai! Take them to the second trial."

"Haha! I knew we'd meet again! Come on, I'll take you! " Dai Mubai clapped an arm around Tang San, dragging him along like an old friend. Xiao Wu pouted in annoyance.

"Next!"

The teacher slumped lazily again. Recruiting one good student a year was already great. Tang San and Xiao Wu looked promising. Two in a year? He was satisfied.

"Humph!"

Han Feng had been watching the whole scene unfold, quietly noting how events lined up with the story he knew. But Ning Rongrong saw it differently. Seeing him stare unblinkingly, she huffed and walked off to the teacher.

"Can I enter? "

She didn't bother with pleasantries. Her mood was foul, and she had no interest in pretending to be sweet. As she spoke, she released her martial soul: two yellow soul rings hovered around her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The teacher's face froze. He recognized the martial soul instantly. "Does your family know you're here? "

"That's my business, not theirs."

The teacher looked troubled, but faced with her no-nonsense attitude, he could only smile bitterly. "Alright, go in."

If anything happens, the dean and Zhao Wuji can deal with it...

"Wait! He's coming too! "

Ning Rongrong rushed back, grabbing Han Feng and pushing him toward the teacher. "He's a two-ring Grandmaster too. He should be eligible, right? "

She had planned to ditch Han Feng but suddenly remembered there was a well-endowed girl waiting behind them in line.

The teacher blinked, surprised at the closeness between Han Feng and the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. And Han Feng looked... annoyed?

"Ahem! " The teacher coughed awkwardly. "Let me see your hand."

Han Feng held out his hand. After a light squeeze, the teacher nodded. "Good, your age checks out. You can go in with... this young lady."

Just then, Dai Mubai returned. Hearing the teacher's words, his dual-colored eyes lit up—so many monsters this year?

But when he noticed Ning Rongrong's gaze was fixed on Han Feng the whole time, he lowered his own eyes with respect. He wasn't the type to pursue someone already taken.

He was about to escort them to the next trial when he spotted someone in the crowd. Immediately, he gave up the idea and simply said to Han Feng, "Follow this path—you'll find the second trial instructor down the road."

"What's with that attitude!? "Ning Rongrong muttered in frustration.

Han Feng shrugged, understanding what was happening, and led her down the path.

From here on, outsiders weren't allowed.

Before leaving, Dai Mubai shot Han Feng an apologetic look before locking eyes with Zhu Zhuqing in the crowd. Seeing this, Ning Rongrong's face flushed. "Hmph! All men are the same! "

The second trial tested soul power. Tang San and Xiao Wu had already passed and likely met Oscar by now. Han Feng didn't run into them.

"Hmm. A 12-year-old, level-26 support-type Grandmaster. Good talent," the examiner said blandly after checking Ning Rongrong.

It wasn't that he looked down on her, but Shrek had another innate full-power support-type soul master now. Compared to Oscar, Ning Rongrong's talent—while excellent—was just "good."

She looked at Han Feng smugly, assuming they'd be close in strength. As a support type, her training path was tougher, after all.

Han Feng rolled his eyes and stepped forward. Before the teacher could speak, he channeled his soul power into the crystal ball.

The entire sphere lit up instantly!

The teacher stood up, shocked. "Level thirty!? "

"No... You haven't even acquired your third ring yet. Your power's beyond thirty! And the quality... This is practically Soul Elder level! "

He had never been this shaken before. Shrek only accepted monsters, but someone applying already at the level of a Soul Elder? That was a first.

Even Shrek's graduation benchmark was only Soul Elder.

Han Feng, calm and composed, said, "So, can I proceed to the fourth trial now? "

"Uh... Yes! Of course! "

"Thank you, teacher."

Han Feng knew from watching countless "OP protagonist" tales that staying cool was the best way to show dominance. And the teacher's stammering only confirmed it.

He was very pleased with the reaction.

"Poke. Poke."

Just as he was basking in the moment, Ning Rongrong gently tapped his face with her finger.

Han Feng swatted her hand away. "What are you doing!? "

"Are you a monster or something? " she asked, completely unfazed by the slap, her eyes wide with amazement.

Han Feng snorted, "Yep. A real monster. I even eat people. So keep your distance."