You're Too Arrogant

You're Too Arrogant

"Xiao Wu, what would you call that thing he just said?" Nan Feng turned to look at Xiao Wu, who was secretly eavesdropping nearby.

"An idiot!" Xiao Wu replied without hesitation.

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

Golden Crocodile furrowed his brow. "What, are you threatening me now?"

"Kid, don't push your luck. You can't keep a 100,000-Year Transformed Spirit Beast. Without us backing you up, even Bibi Dong couldn't stop those Titled Douluo from making their move."

"Damn it! You've gotten so used to acting like bandits, haven't you?" Nan Feng's face fell.

"Qian Xunji made the same high-minded excuse when he tried to snatch Tang Hao. Now you want to pull the same stunt?"

"You'll let one stay only if you hand one over? How damn impressive you are!"

"Stupid bastard."

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

"You what? Qian Xunji got himself killed trying to snatch the Blue Silver Emperor. Now you want to give it a try too?" Nan Feng said.

"Don't push your luck!" Golden Crocodile was furious.

"I'll push whatever the hell I want!" Nan Feng said, utterly exasperated.

"I went and avenged that idiot Qian Xunji all by myself. I killed two Soul Douluo elders of the Clear Sky Sect. What about you?"

"Damn it, when we fought the Clear Sky Sect, every last one of you hid in Elder Hall and didn't dare make a peep, scared the other side would fight to the death and take a couple of you with them."

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

"Damn it! Am I your father or something?"

"You..."

"You what? Keep yapping and I'll skin you and make a belt out of your crocodile hide!"

Golden Crocodile's expression darkened. The Soul Power of a Peak Douluo surged out, intending to teach the foul-mouthed kid a lesson.

"Oh? Second Worship, what do you think you're doing?"

Bibi Dong's voice rang out. She stepped in front of Nan Feng, dispelling the oppressive force of his Soul Power.

"Picking on someone weaker than you? How amusing." Bibi Dong's face was full of scorn.

"You haven't lifted a finger in decades, and now the first thing you do is bully a sixteen-year-old kid. As expected of Golden Crocodile Douluo! I'm impressed!"

Golden Crocodile's expression stiffened. He suppressed his anger and withdrew his Soul Power.

"Bibi Dong, he may be young and ignorant, but you should know better. If you'd killed those two Humanoid Spirit Beasts out in the open and absorbed their Spirit Rings and Soul Bones, Elder Hall wouldn't have said a word. But now you've brought the Humanoid Spirit Beasts back with you, and everyone's seen them..."

"So now you want a piece of the pie?" Bibi Dong cut him off.

"Why? Because you're old? Or because you're shameless?"

"You're over a hundred, nearly two hundred years old. How have you gotten more childish with age? When a kid's hungry, he goes to his own parents for milk. What about you?"

"Hungry? Why come to me? Am I your mother?"

"Oh, sorry. I don't have a stupid son as old as you. I wouldn't even want you as a grandson—you're too ugly."

"You!" Golden Crocodile's face flushed red with rage.

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

"I've made it perfectly clear that I want you to get lost. Why are you still standing here? What, you don't understand? Do I have to spell it out?"

"Fine!"

"Elder Golden Crocodile, please be so kind as to hurry up, roll around on the ground, and get the hell out of here in one nice, round shape!"

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

"You're too arrogant!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Golden Crocodile's Level 98 Soul Power pressed down on Bibi Dong.

Unfortunately, it did absolutely nothing.

"That's it?" Bibi Dong said with disdain.

The pressure of Level 98 Soul Power might intimidate Soul Masters below Level 95, but only psychologically. She was Level 97 now. If they actually fought, there was nothing the old bastard Golden Crocodile could do to her.

"You..." Golden Crocodile froze.

Level 97?!

So this was what having Twin Martial Souls meant?

"Enough with the 'you...' If you want to snatch them, then make your move. Don't pretend to be polite," Bibi Dong said.

Golden Crocodile furrowed his brow. "Bibi Dong, don't think that just because your Twin Martial Souls let you level up quickly, you can do whatever you want. You're only Level 97."

"If you're too scared to fight, then get lost!" Bibi Dong was getting impatient.

"Keep barking, that's all you know how to do! If you've got the guts, then fight!"

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

Then he turned and left.

"???"

Nan Feng was completely dumbfounded.

"Is that old bastard a turtle or something? How can he hold back so well?"

Thump!

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

Unharmed, Nan Feng rolled onto his side and looked up at Bibi Dong. "I had faith in you, didn't I?"

"An old bastard at Level 98 came here to cause trouble. You think you wouldn't sense it?"

Saintess Hall was very close to Bibi Dong's office in Pope Hall. If Soul Power clashed here, she would sense it in no time.

"What if I hadn't come?" Bibi Dong said, exasperated.

Nan Feng paused. "Then I'd have to handle it myself."

"You?" Bibi Dong's eye twitched.

"You have that kind of ability?"

Nan Feng's support abilities were truly unbeatable, but as for his own offensive power, he had none to speak of.

Even if he did, could a puny Spirit King like him really hurt Golden Crocodile?

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

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes and examined it closely. "Where did you get that?"

A top-quality weapon forged from rare metals!

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

"I told him I wanted a handy weapon for protecting myself, preferably something good for a sneak attack. He went to Gengxin City and got me this thing. It works great!"

A Soul Master's strength and defense were closely tied to their Martial Soul. But what if they didn't have time to activate it?

"And I coated it with poison!" Nan Feng said.

"Deadly poison!"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "Don't tell me you're going to..."

"Exactly what you're thinking," Nan Feng said.

Titled Douluo? Peak Douluo?

They were still human, weren't they?

All he had to do was close the distance, possess them, and pick up this poison-coated dagger.

Then he could go completely wild!

Eyes, throat, temples, heart—damn it!

"Saikō ni High, te yatsu da!"

Three seconds would be plenty of time for him to do whatever he wanted!

Bibi Dong's expression turned a little uneasy. "You..."

"Take it easy."

Nan Feng had been the most normal person in Slaughter City.

But after leaving Slaughter City, seeing how everyone else acted made her realize that this kid wasn't normal at all!

Could a normal person really shove a knife into his own brain and stir it around like a maniac?

And shout "Saikō ni High, te yatsu da!" while doing it?

"Are you misunderstanding something?" Nan Feng asked, looking puzzled.

He'd done a few unbelievable things before, sure, but it was all performance art.

Besides, it didn't hurt.

As long as he had enough Soul Power, his horse wouldn't let him feel any pain. Even if he stuck a knife into his brain and stirred it around like a maniac, at most his brain would feel a little itchy. Pain was out of the question!

Of course, when he possessed someone, he couldn't get rid of the new body's pain.

But if someone had forced him to use such a stupid move that hurt the enemy a thousand times and himself eight hundred, then things had to have reached a life-or-death point!

Would he still have time to worry about whether it hurt?

He'd have to take the other guy along for the ride!