Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Xiao Wu disdainfully glanced at Bule's convulsing body. "Killing him would dirty my hands. I know my limits; it's just a lesson for him. But I doubt he'll get out of bed for three months."

"I always mean what I say. I've dislocated many of his joints, and he probably won't be able to take care of himself for a while."

Dai Mubai said with some frustration, "We came here to fight, but you've already dealt with him so thoroughly. What's left for us? But, Xiao Wu, your Eight-Dan Throw is truly fierce."

Ning Rongrong added, "The teleportation is the key. Once someone is within five meters of her, there's no escape."

"And Xiao Wu, can you use your Waist Bow skill continuously without gathering soul power again?" Ning Rongrong asked.

Xiao Wu shrugged as if the feat she just performed was trivial. "When I was a Soul Master, I needed to gather soul power. But after reaching level thirty, I don't need extra time."

"Besides, even if I needed to gather soul power, the interval between each Waist Bow activation is enough."

"My Eight-Dan Throw isn't effective against strength-type soul masters, but a control-type like him was unlucky to be ambushed by me."

At this point, Yun Feng suddenly said, "Xiao Wu, don't use that method to lure enemies anymore. It's too risky."

Xiao Wu nodded in response to Yun Feng's sudden concern.

Seeing this, Tang San, feeling envious, mimicked Yun Feng's concern, "Yes, what if you got hurt by accident?"

To his surprise, Xiao Wu immediately retorted, "None of your business!"

Tang San was taken aback, at a loss for words. He felt uncomfortable seeing Xiao Wu flirt with Bule, but he hadn't expected her to be so dismissive.

It seemed like spending time with Yun Feng had changed her! Without Yun Feng, Xiao Wu wouldn't treat him like this! Why did Xiao Wu accept Yun Feng's concern so easily, but treated his own as if it was taboo?

With this thought, Tang San's resentment towards Yun Feng deepened, though he said nothing outwardly.

Dai Mubai waved his hand nonchalantly, "Alright, let's move on. Fatty, this guy is worse off than you; consider it revenge."

Ma Hongjun, feeling unsatisfied since he hadn't taken action himself, ran over to Bule and kicked him a few times, grumbling, "This is for hitting me, and for saying I'm small. Oh, right."

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun smirked mischievously. "You all go ahead. I'll catch up soon."

Yun Feng frowned, not wanting his plan to be ruined, and said, "Don't go overboard. This guy may have hit you and isn't a good person, but he doesn't deserve to die. Make it quick."

"Got it."

As the group disappeared around the corner, Ma Hongjun's face showed a peculiar smile. He raised his right hand, and a purple-red flame flickered into existence. His gaze shifted to Bule's lower body.

"You called me small, right? Well, let me turn you into roast chicken."

"Ah—!"

Tang San and the others hadn't gone far when they heard a scream that didn't sound human. They exchanged glances, shaking their heads helplessly.

Yun Feng didn't leave immediately. After Ma Hongjun left, he approached Bule.

At this point, Bule was barely conscious. After a moment's thought, Yun Feng hesitated but then used his soul control technique!

Under Yun Feng's control, Bule's awareness was forcibly awakened. If Yun Feng were more advanced, he wouldn't need such a cumbersome method—he could just perform a soul search.

Now he had to invade Bule's sea of consciousness and use a soul impact to awaken him.

Truth be told, Yun Feng missed the old days. The level of this world was too low!

When Bule opened his eyes and saw the man before him, a glimmer of fear flashed in his eyes. To him, this man was one of those who had just beaten him. He immediately started pleading.

"Please, spare me, spare me!"

Yun Feng listened, uninterested, and said with curiosity, "Don't be afraid. I just want to ask you a few questions. Answer honestly, and I won't kill you!"

Bule swallowed hard and nodded quickly. Given the choice, anyone would choose to live.

"Ask away, ask away!"

Yun Feng smiled and asked directly, "What's the deal with your martial spirit?"

Bule froze momentarily, then his expression became uneasy. "Martial spirit? It's just a martial spirit. What's wrong with it?"

Bule's unease didn't escape Yun Feng's notice. Yun Feng wasn't easily fooled by such behavior.

"If you don't explain clearly, I can't guarantee what might happen next," Yun Feng said, pulling a dagger from his storage ring and driving it into Bule's hand.

Blood spurted out as Bule screamed.

"Ah!!!"

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Yun Feng's eyes were cold, but he didn't remove the dagger, simply watching Bule.

After a while, Bule, looking at the dagger in his hand, started speaking in panic, "My martial spirit isn't from this world. It's something called 'underwear,' which is why you haven't seen it!"

Hearing this, Yun Feng's suspicions were confirmed. Though it sounded absurd, it wasn't unbelievable. After all, if Tang San could transmigrate, so could Yun Feng, and Bule's transmigration wasn't incomprehensible.

Seeing Bule reveal his secret, Yun Feng smiled. "Do you know who I am?"

Bule shook his head, not understanding the man's words. But Yun Feng's next sentence sent him into a panic.

"I am Yun Feng. If I'm not mistaken, we come from the same world!"

Yun Feng's words struck Bule like a bolt from the blue.

"You're a transmigrator too!"

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