Douluo: My power increases in Two levels

Boom!

With the coordinated attack of Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and Xiao Wu, a raging storm erupted around Zhao Wuji, creating a visually stunning spectacle.

But Han Feng knew—this kind of force wasn't nearly enough to hurt Zhao Wuji. At this moment, Zhao Wuji was simply playing along with Xiao Wu's moves.

"Ha!"

Sure enough, Tang San's expression tightened as he suddenly felt his control over the Blue Silver Grass weaken. His face darkened. Just as he was about to call Xiao Wu back, it was too late. With a thunderous shout, Zhao Wuji broke free, and the windstorm abruptly ceased. Seven soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—rose behind him. A surge of soul power burst out and sent Xiao Wu flying!

Tang San immediately extended his Blue Silver Grass to catch her, his face growing solemn.

"Spinning was fun—but I'm tired of it now! "

Boom!

Zhao Wuji's body suddenly expanded to double its size, taking on the form of a humanoid raging bear. His eyes gleamed fiercely as he raised a massive fist and punched straight toward Tang San.

Tang San's expression remained calm. In a ghost-like flicker, he vanished. Zhao Wuji was momentarily stunned, but his rich battle experience kicked in—he quickly turned and went straight for Ning Rongrong!

Zhao Wuji had figured it out: Han Feng and the others followed Tang San's lead. If he could eliminate Tang San, the rest would fall apart. But if Tang San kept escaping, then Ning Rongrong—with her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—would remain the highest priority target.

"I already told you… don't ignore me! "

Fire danced in Han Feng's eyes as his first and second soul rings lit up simultaneously. A Guardian Ward materialized in front of Ning Rongrong, and Divine Shield of Life activated—his soul power and defense shot up by 60%!

Boom!

Though Zhao Wuji was a Soul Sage, he wasn't going all out against students. He hadn't activated his Martial Soul Armor and was even suppressing his soul power to Soul Ancestor level. Plus, that punch was originally aimed at Ning Rongrong, so he held back even more. In the end, its strength was only about that of a Soul Elder—nothing Han Feng couldn't handle!

Han Feng blocked the punch with ease. The Solar Flare soul skill instantly triggered, sending scorching fire back along Zhao Wuji's arm toward his chest!

Zhao Wuji's brows furrowed—this flame actually posed a threat to him!

"Good kid! "

He burst out laughing. Sure, the boy was mouthy and snarky, but this talent? Undeniable.

A defense-type Soul Master managing to threaten an offense-type Soul Master? This fire skill of Han Feng's was practically a godsend for tanks like him!

"But—it's still not enough! "

Zhao Wuji's arm bulged with muscle like forged steel under the fire's glow, gleaming with a metallic sheen. He flexed once, and the flames of Solar Flare were forcefully dispersed!

Han Feng wasn't surprised at all. Grinning broadly, he shouted, "Guess what? I'd have to be hit in the head with your month-old gym socks to think that would take you down! Might want to turn around and check behind you! "

Startled, Zhao Wuji turned—only to see Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong had regrouped!

Xiao Wu flashed him a cheeky smile just as Tang San's First Soul Skill launched, sending both her and Zhu Zhuqing flying through the air!

"First Soul Skill: Waist Bow! "

At the height of their arc, Xiao Wu activated her skill. Her slender waist bent at an impossible angle to launch Zhu Zhuqing like a spring. Zhu Zhuqing, completely prepared, showed no fear—only icy focus. She activated her Second Soul Skill, transforming into a flickering shadow and diving toward Zhao Wuji!

"Seven Treasures Glazed: First—Strength! Second—Speed! "

"Second Soul Skill: Nether Hundred Claws! "

The four of them unleashed their full power. Zhu Zhuqing's soul skill burst beyond the level of a Soul Elder. Even Zhao Wuji couldn't help showing a hint of alarm!

At that moment, Han Feng quietly crept forward with his Stealth Shield, completely suppressing his presence. As Zhao Wuji focused on the airborne threat, Han Feng slipped in close, excitement gleaming in his eyes. His Blazing Seraph Shield lit up.

"Knee Breaker! "

A self-created soul skill: Charged Shield Strike!

Yes, Han Feng was technically ambushing him—but Zhao Wuji, a Soul Sage, fighting newbies? Who's really in the wrong?

Charged Shield Strike was one of Han Feng's key techniques from junior academy—he could store a portion of soul power from incoming attacks into his shield and unleash it explosively. Though he could also store his own energy, it would quickly decay. It was meant for live battle, not pre-charging.

At present, his shield could store energy up to the level of a Soul Ancestor. After taking two blows from Zhao Wuji, it was fully charged!

Boom!

Zhao Wuji had just been preparing to activate his Martial Soul Armor when suddenly his knees buckled involuntarily—he nearly dropped to the ground!

Without using soul skills, Martial Soul attachment, or full power, Zhao Wuji was operating at Soul King level. And Han Feng's strike was enough to threaten even that!

Crash!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Zhao Wuji collapsed like a toppled pillar. Before he could rise, Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Hundred Claws descended. Han Feng could only see flickering shadows. Zhao Wuji could have countered, but doing so risked injuring Han Feng or Zhu Zhuqing. Left with no good options, he swallowed the hit in silence.

Zhu Zhuqing, being an agility-type Soul Master, had already finished the attack in a blink. Landing softly, her usually cold face now showed disbelief—she had just knocked down a Soul Sage!

If Han Feng could hear her thoughts, he'd probably say: "Girl… don't flatter yourself too much…"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As expected, Zhao Wuji rose again a moment later. This time, he was fully armored in his radiant Martial Soul True Form. The seven soul rings behind him pulsed ominously as a powerful and intimidating aura exploded from his body. Now, he looked like a golden war god!

Zhu Zhuqing and Han Feng were both alarmed and immediately turned to flee.

"Where do you think you're going, kid!? "

Zhu Zhuqing was faster, but Zhao Wuji had his eyes locked on Han Feng. The old bear was furious with him! With a hand the size of a fan, he grabbed Han Feng before he could react.

Bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Zhao Wuji slammed Han Feng into the ground repeatedly, leaving behind a trail of craters.

"Han Feng! "

Ning Rongrong gasped in horror behind Tang San. She shoved his arm away and sprinted toward Han Feng.

"Bleh! "Han Feng spat out blood as he pushed himself off the ground, fury in his eyes. He growled, "Get back! I don't need a support-type Soul Master protecting me—especially not you! "

Ning Rongrong froze. She knew Han Feng's stubbornness and realized he wasn't joking. For a moment, she stood there, unsure what to do. Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, laughed heartily.

"Good! You've got guts! Kid, I'll give you a shot—go one-on-one with me. If you can hurt me or knock me down like before, I'll let your whole group pass! "

Han Feng's eyes flickered. He had a plan already. "No need. The rules are the rules. One stick of incense—that's the trial. I'll fight alone, and however long I last is however long I last."

"You said it! "Zhao Wuji grinned. "Don't say I bullied you. I'll only use my Martial Soul Armor—no soul skills! "

Han Feng nodded and turned to Ning Rongrong. "Don't assist me."

Ning Rongrong's eyes welled up. "Han Feng! You idiot! "

Even Zhao Wuji was stunned—this kid really had no clue, huh? Not only did he refuse help, but he also said something so insensitive? Even Zhao Wuji, who'd been single all his life, thought he had more emotional intelligence than Han Feng.

Ning Rongrong stormed off, sobbing. Xiao Wu, seeing her so heartbroken, went over to comfort her.

Han Feng, seeing this, grew agitated. It's a duel—of course I don't want support. Why's she crying?

He was already frustrated by Zhao Wuji. The old bear was clearly bullying him but still pretending to be fair. Whatever—Han Feng knew Zhao Wuji wouldn't seriously hurt him, and vice versa.

Zhao Wuji, seeing Han Feng's troubled expression, suddenly felt amazing!

So the brat's got weaknesses after all!

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Don't cry, girl! Watch how I teach this brat a lesson for you! "

Ning Rongrong glanced at Han Feng. Though still worried, her heart remembered all the times he made her mad. Fighting through tears, she choked out, "Go, Teacher Zhao! You can do it! "

She was obviously teasing—but Han Feng didn't get it. He only thought she was retaliating for what he said earlier and muttered bitterly, "Hmph… Women and petty men are the hardest to deal with indeed."