Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

So, two level 20 soul masters had to face the suddenly enhanced speed and strength of Zhu Zhuqing, boosted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. With this assistance, Zhu Zhuqing's power exceeded the level 30 threshold, and she swiftly defeated her opponents with her lightning speed.

The nearly flawless performance brought a perfect opening for the team. However, their day wasn't over yet; they still had one more challenge: the team battle.

This time, there was an unexpected twist. Instead of one team battle, there were two—one for Yun Feng and another for the rest of the Shrek team. Yun Feng was participating in a Soul Elder-level team battle.

The Great Spirit Arena was taken aback, especially when Yun Feng confirmed he had registered solo for the team battle. Initially, the arena was reluctant to allow it, but Yun Feng's display of power, along with presenting tokens from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and Spirit Hall, left them no choice but to agree.

This led to the unprecedented event of a single person participating in a team battle, which quickly caused a sensation, especially since the Great Spirit Arena allowed betting. Hearing that one person would face a team, everyone saw a chance to make easy money and rushed to buy tickets.

The organizers were anxious despite the low odds; if Yun Feng lost, they'd face significant financial losses. The team battle arena was much larger than those for one-on-one or two-on-two matches, and the waiting room buzzed with over forty soul masters.

In the Balak Kingdom, only two arenas were of this scale: the Soto Great Spirit Arena and the Balak Great Spirit Arena in the capital. Soul masters willing to compete were concentrated in these cities. Spirit Hall statistics indicated fewer than ten thousand soul masters across the continent, with around two thousand residing in Balak Kingdom.

Even powerful soul masters like Flender and Zhao Wuji participated in these competitions for the substantial rewards their abilities could earn them. Had it not been for personal reasons, they might have competed as well.

As the Shrek team entered the waiting room, they drew immediate attention. Eight people wearing identical masks were impossible to ignore.

Most soul masters eyed Yun Feng's group warily. Although their faces were hidden, their attire and physiques revealed a mix of three females and five males—a rarity when female soul masters were outnumbered by males five to one.

While Yun Feng and his team awaited their turn, a massive man over two meters tall approached them. This shirtless giant, with his tanned, muscular physique, was clearly a power-type soul master.

"Hey, girl, nice figure. Why hide your face? Let me have a look," he said, targeting Zhu Zhuqing, the most voluptuous among the Shrek girls. Despite her young age, Zhu Zhuqing's development was enviable even to Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu. With her face concealed, her age was impossible to guess.

"Scram," Zhu Zhuqing replied icily, true to her nature.

"Don't be ungrateful," he retorted. "Do you know who I am, little girl? How dare you speak to me like that."

As he spoke, he raised his hand threateningly. Dai Mubai, seeing this, wanted to intervene, but his injuries slowed him down.

Yun Feng, witnessing someone dare to harass his designated partner, acted without hesitation. He stood and gripped the man's neck.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Yun Feng's eyes flared with killing intent, his aura from past cultivation life experiences fully unleashed.

The man felt a chill, involuntarily shivering, yet he tried to mask his fear with false bravado. He swung his hand at Yun Feng.

"You asked for this!" Yun Feng tightened his grip, and blood seeped from the man's neck. Meanwhile, the Heaven-Suppressing Tablet began to glow, marking his name upon it.

Yun Feng noticed this but didn't relent, ready to kill him outright. This wasn't mere provocation; it crossed Yun Feng's line.

As his grip tightened further, the man, feeling Yun Feng's genuine intent to kill, froze in fear. His hand, mid-swing, went limp.

Just as he turned red in the face, struggling to breathe, a calm voice intervened. A middle-aged man in his forties stepped forward.

"Stop," he commanded, stepping between Yun Feng and the man with seemingly effortless speed.

"Don't you know fighting in the preparation area is forbidden? That's a rule of the Great Spirit Arena. Save it for the stage."

Yun Feng, recognizing the man's speed, released his grip, albeit reluctantly. The man, realizing his precarious situation, clutched his bleeding neck and quickly apologized.

"Supervisor Ao, I lost my temper. It's my fault."