Douluo: Reincarnated as Fei, Illusory Unicorn Nebula

Tang San, at the head of the group, walked toward them. When he saw Fei, his face suddenly froze, then turned extremely ugly in an instant.

Zhao Wuji, also in the group, noticed Fei's figure as well. His expression was much the same as Tang San's.

Zhu Zhuqing stared at Fei's somewhat familiar face, looking rather surprised. A contemplative look appeared in her eyes. She pressed her thin lips together and showed no intention of speaking.

When Ma Hongjun saw Fei, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously touched the top of his head, which no longer had a single hair on it.

At the center of the group stood Oscar, a rather handsome man with silver hair. Sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, he instinctively retreated and hid beside Zhao Wuji.

Moreover, when he saw everyone's eyes fixed on Fei, he couldn't help but grow puzzled.

"Teacher Zhao, you know him?"

"Why is everyone staring at him?"

The corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched slightly.

"He's the one who turned Hongjun into a hairless chicken."

"Mu Bai is still lying in bed and can't get up, and that also has something to do with him."

"Huh?" Oscar was instantly dumbfounded.

When he recalled what Dai Mubai looked like now, his scalp still prickled and his heart filled with dread.

The gaze he directed at Fei was already filled with fear.

"Another white-headed old man! Hey! Why are you looking at me like that? It's not like I'm going to eat you!" Fei noticed Oscar's gaze and said irritably.

Oscar swallowed.

In his eyes, Fei's current appearance was no different from that of a bringer of misfortune.

When Shrek Academy had first been founded, it had only had three students.

As a result, two of them had suffered because of Fei.

"Damn bastard, I finally found you! Brat, aren't you pretty powerful? My teacher is here now. Come and fight him!" Ma Hongjun rolled up his sleeves, his eyes blazing with fury.

But after shouting, he hid behind Zhao Wuji and said with a fawning smile, "Teacher Zhao, I'm no match for him. Please beat him up for me!"

"Get lost. Stop embarrassing yourself here." Zhao Wuji shoved Ma Hongjun aside, then looked at Fei and said indifferently, "So you're the one who bullied two of my Shrek students. Brat, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"An explanation?" Fei raised his brows and said indifferently, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. That's my principle!"

"If he hadn't provoked us first, he and that golden-haired dog wouldn't have suffered like this."

"Quite the principle—if people don't offend you, you won't offend them. But now both of my students are seriously injured, while you haven't suffered a thing..." Zhao Wuji said coldly.

"Then you can only blame them for not being strong enough! With those third-rate skills of theirs, they still had the nerve to harass an innocent young woman. Not killing him was already me showing mercy!" Fei snorted.

He showed no mercy with his words.

"I... I didn't..." Ma Hongjun argued.

"Whether you did or not, you know it best yourself. I'm too lazy to waste words with you." Fei glared at Ma Hongjun, his eyes full of disdain.

"Fatty Dun, if a fight breaks out later, leave that hooligan fatso on the other side to you. Don't embarrass me!" Fei patted Miao Tiaojun on the shoulder and said with a laugh.

"Huh?" Miao Tiaojun was somewhat dumbfounded. "But I don't have any combat Soul Skills!"

"Don't you have a kitchen knife? Use that kitchen knife of yours and hack him to death!" Fei said with an evil grin.

The atmosphere had already been built up to this point.

Even Buddhas fought for a stick of incense, and people fought for a breath of pride!

Even fat men needed to determine who was the victor!

"No problem!" Miao Tiaojun's expression turned serious. He pulled out a kitchen knife, struck a pose, and said resolutely, "No matter how high your kung fu, you still fear the kitchen knife! Wah!"

"Wait!" Tang San's brows furrowed tightly. He hadn't even spoken yet, so why had they suddenly decided to fight?

Besides, they hadn't even finished the normal procedure, had they?

Shouldn't they introduce themselves first?

Also, in a battle between Soul Masters, was he seriously pulling out a kitchen knife?

Could it be...

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering whether Miao Tiaojun also possessed some kind of attack method similar to hidden weapons.

"Wait for what? Could it be that you want to use a feint, catch us off guard, then ambush us and take us down?" Fei wildly speculated.

"Hmph! I, Tang San, am not so despicable!" Tang San snorted.

To him, Fei's words were practically an insult.

He, Tang San, was pure and untainted. How could he possibly do something like ambushing others?

"Then what do you want to say?" Fei raised his sword-like brows and glanced sideways at Tang San.

By now, he understood that Tang San's identity was not simple. There might even be that wretched burly man, Tang Hao, secretly protecting him.

But he wasn't afraid!

If he could defeat Tang Hao once, he could defeat him countless times!

Tang Hao was merely a drunken fool. He could handle him with ease!

"Before we begin the battle, let's make a wager," Tang San said indifferently.

"A wager?" Fei looked speechless.

Miao Tiaojun stepped forward, shaking his head like a scholar well-versed in ancient texts. He said indifferently,

"A small wager is harmless, but a large wager damages the body. As the saying goes, nine out of ten bets are lost. Gambling is inherently a bad thing."

"Besides, how old are you? You've already developed a gambling addiction. Your future is worrying!"

Tang San's face instantly turned pitch-black.

"Who are you!"

"Who are you!"

Tang San frowned and demanded, "Who are you?"

"Ahem..." Miao Tiaojun cleared his throat and instantly transformed into a dancer of the soul. "I am Miao Tiaojun, whose weight is equal to his wisdom, whose waistline equals his loving heart, Fei's best friend, and the most talented genius on the Douluo Continent!"

"Enough! Why do you have so many titles?" Fei pulled Miao Tiaojun behind him and said irritably, "You stole all my thunder!"

"Sorry, heh heh heh..." Miao Tiaojun gave a foolish laugh, then poked his head out to look at Tang San and said with a grin, "How was that? Did you hear me clearly?"

"Miao Tiaojun? With a build like yours, you're about the same size as me! Giving yourself that name is a real waste!" Ma Hongjun said disdainfully.

"Hey!" Fei was displeased. He pointed at Ma Hongjun and snorted, "Who the hell are you to jump out and mock my brother? Did I go too easy on you before, so you still haven't learned your lesson?"

"Uh..." Ma Hongjun's face stiffened. He immediately shrank back and dared not say another word.

"Fei, are they really your enemies?" Hu Liena asked in confusion.

Clearly, neither side had a good attitude, and their words suggested that they were about to fight. But why hadn't they started after all this time?

"Sort of."

Fei ignored Tang San and shifted his gaze to Zhao Wuji. He knew that since Zhao Wuji was their teacher, his Soul Power Level must be the highest among them.

"Hey! Are you going to fight or not? If not, then go sit somewhere cooler!"

"Good brat, you're far too arrogant!" Zhao Wuji laughed in fury. He stepped forward one step at a time, each foot leaving deep marks in the ground. "The eldest young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect isn't here today. I'd like to see who can back you up."

"No, no, no!" Fei said indifferently. "No one has ever backed me up! My confidence has always come from myself!"

"Is that so?" Zhao Wuji gave a cold laugh. "Since that's the case, I'll let you know today that there is always someone better, and there is always a higher sky!"

"A Fei, what do we do? Can you beat him? If you can't, let's run!" Miao Tiaojun said somewhat fearfully as he looked at the imposing Zhao Wuji.

"Good grief! Run from what?"

"I haven't even started fighting yet!"

"Go hide in the back and watch me perform!"

Fei glanced at the unconscious Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent in his hand and tossed it aside.

"Armament!"

Fei shouted in a low voice. Flames instantly enveloped his entire body. Once the flames dissipated, the Illusory Unicorn Armament covered him from head to toe.

"Huh? Fei's Martial Soul is actually the same as Miao Tiaojun's!" Xie Yue stared at Fei in astonishment, a contemplative look in his eyes. "Little sister, do you think Fei and Miao Tiaojun might belong to the same family?"

Hu Liena's brows furrowed tightly. She was pondering the same matter. After a long while, she shook her head and said, "We can only report this to our teacher when we return and have the teacher investigate it."

"By the way, you two are only paying attention to his Martial Soul? Didn't you see his Soul Rings?" Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice trembled slightly.

Hearing this, the two of them also turned their eyes toward Fei's Soul Rings.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black...

"A five-ring Soul King, with a thousand-year second Soul Ring and a ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring... This is impossible!" Hu Liena's beautiful eyes widened.