Douluo: My power increases in Two levels

"…This…"

Han Feng's strength left Tang San in a rather awkward position. As a control-type Soul Master with one of the highest soul power levels in the group—second only to Xiao Wu, who naturally followed his lead—he had fully expected to take command. This would allow him to maximize everyone's combat potential, especially with the strategies and knowledge imparted to him by the Grandmaster, which went far beyond just soul beast theory.

Tang San was absolutely confident that under his direction, the group could perform at 100%.

But with Han Feng's superior soul power, more refined soul force, and overall stronger performance, Tang San felt a little guilty about insisting on taking the lead…

Noticing the hesitation in Tang San's expression, Han Feng instantly understood what was going on and casually waved it off. "Don't worry about it. If you're confident in leading, I'll follow your command. I'm a defense-type Soul Master—I was never meant to call the shots anyway."

Tang San was pleasantly surprised and cast Han Feng a grateful look, nodding firmly. "Thank you! I won't let you down! "

Han Feng just shrugged indifferently. Truth be told—he really didn't know how to lead.

No one had ever taught him, and for the past six years, he had focused solely on compressing his soul power and developing self-created soul skills. Team tactics? That wasn't his specialty. As Han Dang once told him, "You're a tank. Just figure out who needs protecting the most—and protect them. That's your job. Forget the rest."

However, Han Feng's indifferent attitude made the little wildcat Ning Rongrong furious. She didn't care who was listening, and with a scowl, she kicked him sharply. "Han Feng! You're such an idiot! "

Why had she hyped him up? Why had she given him the final introduction? Why had she emphasized his abilities to the others?

It was all to establish his importance within the group!

Coming from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Rongrong could clearly see how extraordinary each of these people was. If Han Feng became the core that brought them together, the future benefits would be immeasurable.

But Han Feng had just casually tossed all of her efforts aside—how could she not be mad?

Even Han Feng—usually a self-proclaimed steel-willed man—felt a bit awkward in the face of her anger. After all, she had gone out of her way to support him, and he'd brushed it off.

"Alright, alright! Fine, I'm an idiot, okay? I seriously don't know how to lead! You can't just push me into it like shoving a duck into flight. This is our final entrance exam—what if I mess it all up? That'd be beyond embarrassing! "

Ning Rongrong's angry expression shifted to one of disbelief. Forgetting her anger, she blinked and asked, "Wait… were you just apologizing to me? "

Han Feng froze. His expression stiffened, and he snapped back stiffly, "No, I wasn't! Don't make things up! "

"You totally were! "

"I said I wasn't! "

"Fine! Han Feng! You actually dare to do something but not admit it? You've really let me down! "

The two bickered back and forth, completely oblivious to the strange expressions forming on the faces of their four companions.

Xiao Wu even exaggerated a sigh and called out dramatically, "Alright, alright! Stop feeding me dog food—I'm full! Thanks for the meal! Don't worry, everyone—Third Brother is super reliable! He won't let you down, right, Third Brother? "

She clung to Tang San's arm with a smile, leaving Tang San no choice but to smile awkwardly and nod.

Standing alone, Dai Mubai looked at the two "couples," then involuntarily glanced at Zhu Zhuqing. But her icy gaze met his directly, and he immediately deflated. Coughing heavily, he said, "In that case, you guys figure out how to handle Teacher Zhao. I'll be waiting over there. You'd better be quick—he has zero patience and a worse temper."

"Got it! "Tang San replied.

Dai Mubai didn't linger and headed off toward Zhao Wuji.

About five minutes later, Zhao Wuji's towering form rose to his feet as his booming voice exploded across the courtyard. "You little brats done talking!? "

"Pfft! Why isn't he called 'Blind Bear' instead? "Xiao Wu muttered under her breath.

Han Feng, more direct, stepped forward and shouted back, "What's the rush!? Trying to hurry back to your pond to catch mudfish!? "

"Pffft!"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong burst into laughter, and even Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help cracking a smile.

Zhao Wuji paused, momentarily stunned, before roaring, "Brat! Are you calling me a toad!? "

"Ha ha ha… yep," Han Feng replied with a grin and a nod.

He wasn't worried. If it were any other Soul Sage, he might've been more careful. But Zhao Wuji? Please.

If he really dared eliminate all of them, Han Feng would love to see how Flender would chew him out later.

Fortunately, Tang San stepped in before things got out of hand. "Teacher Zhao, we've discussed our strategy. We're ready to begin! "

"Don't call me 'teacher'—you're not students yet! "Zhao Wuji snapped coldly. His foul mood didn't allow for pleasantries, and Tang San could only smile bitterly and swallow the undeserved scolding.

"Since everyone's ready, let's begin the fourth trial," Dai Mubai quickly said to smooth things over. He lit a stick of incense and added, "The challenge: survive against Teacher Zhao until this incense burns out. Begin! "

"Humph!"

The group had just started spreading out when Zhao Wuji stomped hard with his left foot. A shockwave rippled across the ground—straight toward Ning Rongrong! After all, in Soul Master battles, the rule was clear: take out the support first!

Everyone was shocked—not just by Zhao Wuji's decisiveness, but also by the experience behind his attack. Panic erupted as they rushed to protect Ning Rongrong.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass shot forward, ready to intercept—but someone was faster!

Clang!

With a flash of fire, Han Feng appeared in front of Ning Rongrong, slamming his Blazing Seraph Shield down with force!

Even though Zhao Wuji had held back slightly, the raw power of a Soul Sage's stomp still made Han Feng grit his teeth in pain. He regretted not using a soul skill in time—but he forced a savage grin onto his face and said, "Could you not ignore me? "

It wasn't a smug grin—it was a pain grin. His jaw clenched hard just to hold it in.

"Roar!"

Just as the shockwave subsided, Han Feng activated his self-created soul skill—Solar Flare. Flames surged along the path of Zhao Wuji's attack, searing the ground into scorched earth.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed in surprise—but only briefly. The attack didn't faze him. Without even releasing his martial soul, he casually swatted the flames away.

"Han Feng! "

As the fire erupted, Han Feng exhaled sharply and rubbed his aching right arm. Ning Rongrong rushed toward him in concern, but he stopped her. "Stay back! Focus on buffs. If you get hurt, it's an insult to me."

He didn't think much of what he said, but it struck Ning Rongrong deeply. Her face flushed, and she quietly nodded, retreating behind him.

"Seven Treasures, Shine Bright! First: Strength! "

Her soul rings glowed behind her as a beam of yellow light burst out.

Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed. The light traced upward—to find Xiao Wu now directly above him, concealed moments earlier by the fire. The boost landed, and Xiao Wu's strength surged by 30%!

"First Soul Skill: Entangle! "

Simultaneously, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Zhao Wuji's legs. With Ning Rongrong's amplification, his strength rose as well!

"First Soul Skill: Waist Bow! "

Tang San and Xiao Wu, having trained together for years, didn't need words. Their synchronization was perfect—each spinning in sync, their momentum crashing in a single unified strike!

BOOM!

A vortex of power erupted at the point of impact—an explosive storm at ground zero!