You Are Too Arrogant

Chapter 45 You Are Too Arrogant

"Xiao Wu, what adjective do you think should be used to describe his statement just now?" Nan Feng turned his head to look at Xiao Wu, who was secretly eavesdropping not far away.

"Asshole!" Xiao Wu didn't hesitate at all.

Golden Crocodile's expression froze, but before he could fly into a rage, Nan Feng spoke again, "Think clearly. This is the Pope's territory, and it is also my territory. Are you sure you want to disrespect me here?"

Golden Crocodile frowned, "What, are you threatening me now?"

"Kid, don't be ungrateful. A 100,000-year transformed spirit beast is not something you can hold onto. Without us backing you up, even Bibi Dong wouldn't be able to stop those title douluo from making a move."

"Damn it! You've gotten used to being a bandit, haven't you?" Nan Feng's face fell.

"Qian Xunji used such high-sounding excuses to rob Tang Hao back then, and now you want to pull the same stunt?"

"And you want me to hand over one just to keep the other? How are you guys so full of yourselves?"

"What a moron."

Golden Crocodile's expression froze, "You..."

"You what? Qian Xunji threw his life away trying to snatch the Blue Silver Emperor. Now, do you want to try it too?" Nan Feng said.

"Don't be ungrateful!" Golden Crocodile was furious.

"Ungrateful my ass!" Nan Feng looked speechless.

"I killed two Spirit Douluo elders of the Clear Sky Sect single-handedly just to help that idiot Qian Xunji save face. What about you guys?"

"Damn it, when we were fighting the Clear Sky Sect, you all hid in the Elder Hall and didn't dare to let out a peep, terrified that they would take two of you down with them."

"Why are you acting so tough now? You want me to hand one over to you?"

"Damn! Am I your father?"

"You..."

"You what? Say another word and I'll peel your crocodile skin off to make a belt!"

Golden Crocodile's expression darkened. The spirit power of a peak douluo surged out, intending to teach this foul-mouthed kid a lesson.

"Oh, what is the Second Worship trying to do?"

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rang out. She stood in front of Nan Feng, dispersing the pressure of the spirit power.

"Bullying the young with your status? Tsk~ how interesting." Bibi Dong's face was full of mockery.

"Haven't moved in decades, and the moment you do, it's to bully a sixteen-year-old child. Truly worthy of the name Golden Crocodile Douluo! I'm impressed!"

Golden Crocodile's expression stiffened. He forcibly suppressed his anger and withdrew his spirit power.

"Bibi Dong, he doesn't know any better, but you should. If you had killed these two humanoid spirit beasts outside and absorbed their spirit rings and spirit bones, the Elder Hall wouldn't have said a single word against you. But now, you've brought these humanoid spirit beasts back, and everyone has seen them..."

"So you want a piece of the pie?" Bibi Dong interrupted.

"On what grounds? Because you're old? Or because you're thick-skinned?"

"You're over a hundred, pushing two hundred years old; how have you regressed the longer you've lived? When a child is hungry, they at least go to their own parents. What about you?"

"Hungry? Why come to me? Do you think I'm your mother?"

"Oh, my apologies. I don't have a moronic son as old as you. Even if you were my grandson, I'd find you too ugly."

"You!" Golden Crocodile turned beet red.

"You what? Can't you understand human speech?" Bibi Dong asked.

"I've made it so obvious that I want you to get lost, yet you're still standing there? What, don't get it? Do you really have to force me to spell it out for you?"

"Fine!"

"Elder Golden Crocodile, do me a favor: be quick, crawl away, and get the hell out of my sight in a perfectly round shape!"

Golden Crocodile's face completely collapsed. "Bibi Dong, do you really think I can't deal with you?"

"You are too arrogant!"

As he spoke, Golden Crocodile's level 98 spirit power surged toward Bibi Dong.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

"Is that it?" Bibi Dong looked at him with disdain.

The pressure of level 98 spirit power could only intimidate spirit masters below level 95, and even then, it was only a psychological deterrent. She was now level 97; if they really fought, this old thing Golden Crocodile couldn't do a thing to her.

"You..." Golden Crocodile was stunned.

Level 97?!

Is this the power of twin martial souls?

"Alright, enough with the 'you, you, you.' If you want to rob me, then make your move. Don't bother with the fake pleasantries," Bibi Dong said.

Golden Crocodile frowned. "Bibi Dong, don't think that just because your twin martial souls allow you to level up quickly, you can do whatever you want. You are only level 97."

"If you don't dare to move, then get lost!" Bibi Dong said, losing her patience.

"Bark, bark, bark—all you know how to do is bark like a dog. If you've got the guts, then make a move!"

Golden Crocodile took a deep breath and shot Bibi Dong a cold glare.

He turned and walked away.

"???"

Nan Feng was completely bewildered.

Is this old thing a turtle? How can he be so patient?

Bang!

Bibi Dong raised her hand and punched Nan Feng, knocking him flat to the ground. "Can you take it easy when I'm not around? How many times can you even use that Invincible Golden Body of yours?"

Nan Feng, completely unscathed, lay on his side and looked up at Bibi Dong. "I'm just confident in you, aren't I?"

"A ninety-eighth-level old fogey comes over here to stir up trouble, and you couldn't even sense it?"

The Saintess Hall was very close to where Bibi Dong worked in the Pope Hall. As long as there was a clash of spirit power, she would be able to sense it quickly.

"And what if I hadn't come over?" Bibi Dong looked speechless.

Nan Feng paused. "Then I would have had to handle it myself."

"You?" The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched.

"Do you even have the ability?"

Nan Feng's support abilities were indeed unsolvable, but as for himself, what kind of attack power did he even have?

Even if he did, he was just a measly little Spirit King. How could he possibly hurt Golden Crocodile?

"You're actually questioning my strength?" Nan Feng stood up from the ground and pulled out a dagger.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, examining the item carefully. "Where did you get that?"

It was a top-tier piece crafted from rare metals!

"Yue Guan gave it to me," Nan Feng said.

"I told him a while ago that I wanted a handy weapon for self-defense, preferably one that could be used for sneak attacks, so he ran all the way to Gengxin City to get this for me. It's incredibly useful!"

A spirit master's strength and defense were closely tied to their own spirit, but what if they didn't have time to activate it?

"And I coated it in poison!" Nan Feng added.

"Deadly poison!"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "You wouldn't happen to..."

"It's exactly what you're thinking," Nan Feng said.

Title Douluo? Peak Douluo?

Aren't they still just human?

All he needed to do was close the distance, complete the possession, and pick up this poison-coated dagger.

Then, go completely insane!!

Eyes, throat, temples, heart, damn it!

Saikou ni hai te yatsu da!!!

Three seconds was enough for him to do whatever he wanted!

"You..." Bibi Dong's expression looked somewhat unnatural.

"Take it easy."

When Nan Feng was in Slaughter City, he had been the most normal one there.

But after leaving Slaughter City, compared to the people around him, she suddenly realized that this kid wasn't normal at all!

Could a normal person take a knife, shove it into their own brain, and stir it around like crazy?

And what was with that saikou ni hai te yatsu da?

"Are you misunderstanding something?" Nan Feng looked puzzled.

He had indeed done some bizarre things before, but those were merely performance art.

Besides, he didn't even feel pain.

As long as his soul power was sufficient, his "horse" wouldn't let him feel a shred of pain. Even if he shoved a knife into his brain and stirred it frantically, at most, he would just feel a bit of an itch in his head—pain was impossible!

Of course, during possession, the pain of the new body could not be eliminated.

However, if someone forced him to use such a moronic move—damaging the enemy by a thousand while hurting himself by eight hundred—then it must be a life-or-death moment!

Could he still afford to worry about whether it hurt or not?

He would definitely have to take the other person up to heaven with him!