Douluo: Reincarnated as Fei, Illusory Unicorn Nebula

Xie Yue wore an equally solemn expression.

"Come on!" Fei stared at the unarmed Zhao Wuji and crooked a finger at him.

"He really is a Soul King! And his Soul Ring configuration is so unusual!" Zhao Wuji's brows knitted tightly, his expression grave.

He had heard Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai mention this before, but he had not quite believed it.

Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he could no longer ignore it.

"How exactly did he manage to do it..." Zhu Zhuqing's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she pondered it in secret. Her eyes were filled with envy and longing as she looked at Fei.

"Although I'm very happy to hear your praise, we're still opponents! I, Fei, respect the old and cherish the young, so I'll let you make the first move!" Fei said indifferently.

Zhao Wuji's face was covered in black lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he said angrily, "I'm not even fifty yet. How am I old?"

"You keep calling yourself 'old man.' If you're not old, then who is? Besides, you're almost fifty already. Don't tell me you still think you're young?" Fei said without the slightest courtesy.

"You!" Zhao Wuji was furious and immediately prepared to pummel Fei viciously, preferably letting Ma Hongjun vent his anger as well.

"Teacher Zhao, this guy is already rubbing salt in your wounds. Hurry up and beat him!" Ma Hongjun urged anxiously.

"What are you rushing for? Since you're so eager, why don't you come?" Zhao Wuji glared at Ma Hongjun in annoyance. The more he looked at Ma Hongjun, the more displeased he became.

Nag, nag, nag! What was he, a harbinger of death?

Ma Hongjun scratched his head and awkwardly retreated.

"Brat, I won't use my Martial Soul. Let me see what you're capable of!" Zhao Wuji sneered as his knuckles cracked loudly.

After knocking out a Black Tortoise Soul King last night without using his Martial Soul, he had already fallen in love with the feeling of beating people without transforming.

"What a big mouth! Did you eat garlic this morning? Did you brush your teeth?" Fei snorted. "I'll defeat you in one move. If you have the guts, don't release your Martial Soul or Soul Skills!"

"Fifth Soul Skill—Radiant Flame Strike!"

Fei spread his fingers and aimed them at Zhao Wuji. A dazzling crimson energy instantly condensed, followed by a gigantic flaming dragon bursting forth and charging toward Zhao Wuji with its teeth and claws bared.

The blazing flames carried tremendous heat and destructive power. Brilliant as the sun, they instantly engulfed Zhao Wuji.

"What!" Zhao Wuji was badly startled. At the critical moment, he finally released his Martial Soul and Soul Skill.

"Great Vajra Bear—Possession!"

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!"

In an instant, Zhao Wuji's defensive power multiplied several times over.

His appearance transformed into that of a Great Vajra Bear standing over five meters tall. Its body was covered in brown fur, which was now scorched black, filling the air with the smell of burnt flesh.

"How is this possible... So strong..."

Boom!

The Great Vajra Bear Zhao Wuji had transformed into instantly fell onto its side. It also slowly returned to its normal form, clearly having exited the Martial Soul Avatar state.

Judging by its appearance, it seemed to have suffered severe burns from the flames.

"No way?"

"With strength like that, he still has the nerve to come out and work as a hired fighter?"

Fei was speechless.

Fortunately, he had not used the Fire Cloud Art.

Otherwise, this bear would have been roasted through.

"Teacher Zhao!"

Tang San and the others' expressions changed drastically as they gathered around Zhao Wuji.

"Teacher Zhao, are you all right?" Oscar hurriedly took out a sausage and stuffed it into Zhao Wuji's mouth.

Zhao Wuji was still conscious. After chewing twice, he swallowed it, and the burning pain on the surface of his body began to slowly subside.

"Teacher Zhao, are you feeling okay?" Ma Hongjun asked anxiously.

"What do you think?" Zhao Wuji glared viciously at Ma Hongjun.

None of these brats were easy to deal with!

And now they had even dragged him into taking a beating...

Ma Hongjun felt somewhat aggrieved as he said, "Teacher Zhao, you're too useless."

"You're a Soul Sage!"

"How can you not even beat a nobody at the Soul King level?"

Seeing Ma Hongjun's nonstop chatter, Fei sneered. "A nobody? Then I'll let you try out just how powerful this nobody is!"

"Don't come over! Teacher Zhao, save me!" Ma Hongjun felt a chill in his heart.

He had already lost all the fur on his body.

If he took another Soul Skill from Fei, wouldn't he be done for?

"Fatty, stop yelling!"

Oscar reacted quickly and covered Ma Hongjun's oversized lips with one hand. He cursed under his breath, "Can't you see the situation clearly? Didn't you see that even Teacher Zhao was knocked down by that guy?"

Zhao Wuji's face darkened.

What kind of thing was that to say?

Even if it was the truth, did he have to put it so bluntly?

"I only fell victim to his trick because I let my guard down. I wasn't prepared just now. Let's do it again!"

Having been knocked down in front of his own students, how could Zhao Wuji continue to hold his head up on the continent if word got out?

"Xiao Ao, give me all your sausages!"

Oscar repeatedly used his first Soul Skill until his face turned pale and he was completely exhausted. Only then was Zhao Wuji somewhat satisfied.

Crack, crack!

Zhao Wuji twisted his neck and wrists, regaining his confidence.

"Brat, I was only careless just now. Let's do it again!"

"Hey, your legs are trembling. Are you sure you want to try again?" Fei's lips curved slightly upward as he held back his laughter.

"Hey, old man, if you can't win, just admit defeat. It may be embarrassing, but it's still better than losing your life!" Miao Tiaojun said to Zhao Wuji in an instructive tone.

"You!" Zhao Wuji was furious.

The way Fei and Miao Tiaojun sang in harmony was enough to infuriate anyone.

His injuries had only just recovered, and they nearly flared up again.

"Don't be angry. Whatever you do, don't be angry. Anger harms the liver." Miao Tiaojun tried to console him.

Zhao Wuji's face flushed crimson, and his shoulders heaved up and down. He had clearly been enraged badly.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan exchanged glances, all somewhat dumbfounded.

How could a dignified Soul Sage have such a poor temperament? He had actually been provoked by just a few words.

This was too pathetic.

"Teacher Zhao, perhaps you shouldn't go back up. I feel like you'll still lose."

Ma Hongjun had a knack for saying exactly the wrong thing.

He had exposed Zhao Wuji's wound and begun sprinkling salt on it.

"Get lost!"

This time, Zhao Wuji did not hold back with Ma Hongjun. He swung his palm in a wide arc and slapped him.

Ma Hongjun's broad, plump body instantly turned into a ball and flew away.

"Fatty!"

Oscar stared at Zhao Wuji in horror, then hurried toward where Ma Hongjun had landed.

This place was dangerous. As an auxiliary-type Soul Master, it was better for him to slip away first.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Wuji let out a sigh of relief. After slapping Ma Hongjun, he felt much more comfortable.

"Nice hit!"

Fei applauded and said with a smile, "I've disliked that fat bastard for a long time. He really has no sense at all. If I were you, I'd just expel that fat bastard."

"Keeping him in the academy is useless anyway. All he does is cause trouble, and the key point is that he has no ability to resolve anything."

"My student is none of your concern!" Zhao Wuji was furious and prepared to have a true showdown with Fei.

Just as he had said moments ago.