Douluo: Starting by Crafting Guns Chapter 15

This is also the important reason why those soul masters queuing at the entrance earlier were so amazed that Oscar could shatter stone with his bare hands.

Because for many of them, this level of strength was something they could not achieve.

Dai Mubai's face flushed red, his teeth clenched tight as he endured the pain in his crotch.

"You, you guys."

Giving Dai Mubai a look of slight sympathy, Oscar sighed. With a surge of soul power within his body, two yellow soul rings emerged from beneath his feet.

"I have a big sausage!"

The soul incantation spilled from his lips, and as his first soul ring shone, a puff of pink mist erupted from Oscar's hand, followed by a brown meat sausage appearing in his palm.

"Here, my sausage has healing properties. Eat it; it will take away your pain."

"You, you, you..." Dai Mubai's eyes widened, pointing at Oscar, unable to speak for a long time.

He truly had not expected that this Oscar, who could easily block his strike and was even younger than him, was also a Soul Grand Master.

What shocked him even more was that Oscar was actually a food-system soul master, universally recognized in the soul master world as having the lowest combat capability.

How could this be possible???

Dai Mubai couldn't stop the internal screaming, even briefly forgetting the pain in his crotch.

Looking at the dumbfounded Dai Mubai, Oscar shook the sausage in his hand again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you going to eat it or not? After we're done, we still have to go to the training grounds for the practical assessment."

Having said that, Oscar suddenly thought of something.

"Damn, are you looking down on my soul incantation?"

"I really didn't expect that a genius soul master like you would have such shallow thoughts."

"If you ask me, Xiao Feng is right. Our academy really doesn't need a guy like you who is arrogant, conceited, and has an absurd amount of pride."

Having spent a long time with Shen Feng, Oscar's personality was quite different from the original story.

Because Shen Feng had never once mocked his soul incantation—not even once.

Therefore, the current Oscar was never insecure; he was kind, resilient, cheerful, and straightforward—that was his way of doing things now.

But this half-joking way of speaking sounded particularly grating to Dai Mubai's ears at this moment.

Damn it, two damn guys. Even a food-system soul master dares to look down on me, Dai Mubai?

And that disgusting soul incantation—did he do it on purpose to insult me?

His eyes filled with resentment, Dai Mubai clenched his fist and swiped his hand, knocking the sausage Oscar was offering to the ground.

"Get lost! I don't need your disgusting help."

"A sausage? Stick it in your own mouth!"

"You..." Having his kindness treated like malice, even with Oscar's good temper, he was quite infuriated.

Shen Feng picked up the fallen sausage from the ground, brushed off the dust, and shoved it into his own mouth without a care.

"Let's go, Xiao Ao. This kind of rotten person is beyond saving."

As he finished speaking, Shen Feng turned and walked away, completely ignoring Dai Mubai's look of impotent rage.

Shen Feng had no intention of saying anything more to Dai Mubai. A fledgling who had just run away from home and had yet to be beaten down by the harsh realities of the world would never listen to anyone's advice.

Just as he could not understand his own father.

He had always thought his father favored his eldest brother, Dai Weisi, condoning his brother's attempts to assassinate him, helping him strip away everything he possessed, and constantly squeezing his living space.

But was that really the truth?

Could his father really be so dim-witted that he couldn't see his innate rank nine talent?

His brother was more than six years older than him; the power in his hands made killing him an easy task, and there had been countless opportunities.

Yet, he had still managed to grow to the age of 12 without any major mishaps.

Zhu Zhuqing, the most talented girl of her generation in the Hell Spirit Cat family.

When her martial soul first awakened, she was forcibly bound to him by the Star Luo Emperor, and a marriage contract was set.

And what about Dai Mubai? He thought the Star Luo imperial family was cold and heartless, constantly pushing him toward a dead end.

After failing to endure that unique imperial pressure, he chose to abandon his country and flee alone to another, acting like an arrogant, cowardly ostrich.

But in reality, which kingdom's royal struggle wasn't cruel?

As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge an open spear, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow.

At the very least, the Star Luo imperial family laid everything out in the open; a straightforward spear was surely better than those hidden arrows shot from who knows where.

Perhaps it was because he had been bullied too much in the Star Luo Empire, but after fleeing to the Heaven Dou Empire, Dai Mubai suddenly felt that the world was vast and he could go anywhere, indulging himself to the extreme.

Just as his emotions were running wild and his ego was at its most inflated, he hit a major snag with Shen Feng and Oscar.

The inflated confidence he had cultivated while crossing the Star Dou Forest was ruthlessly trampled into the dirt here.

Such a massive disparity—how could Dai Mubai, who was insecure to his very core, possibly handle it?

Watching the backs of Shen Feng and Oscar as they departed, Dai Mubai slowly climbed up from the ground, his lips quivering and his body trembling uncontrollably.

It was unclear whether it was out of anger, humiliation, or perhaps just the sheer pain in his groin.

"Second Spirit Ability: White Tiger Intense Light Wave!!"

When a monarch is enraged, a million corpses fall; when a commoner is enraged, blood spatters five paces.

When Dai Mubai was enraged, it was just an outburst of anger.

Sensing the violent surge of spirit power from behind, Shen Feng's right hand suddenly erupted with a dense, violet-black glow.

Chidori, a technique that could sever even intangible lightning, let alone a spirit ability unleashed by a spirit master.

Using his hand as a blade, the violet-black light flashed and vanished in an instant.

The White Tiger Intense Light Wave unleashed by Dai Mubai was instantly cleaved right down the middle.

Explosive Step!

With a burst of lightning beneath his feet, Shen Feng appeared before Dai Mubai as if he had teleported.

Taking advantage of his shock.

Collapse Fist!

His right fingers clenched tight, spirit power surged forth, and a heavy punch landed squarely on his abdomen.

Elbow Strike!

He raised his arm to smash the back of his head, and Dai Mubai collapsed instantly.

Raising his foot!

The sole of his boot pressed down onto that black-and-white striped tiger head.

Leaning down slightly!

"A tiger? On my turf, you'd better know how to lie down, understand?"

Viscous blood mixed with saliva gushed from the corner of Dai Mubai's mouth, and the piercing pain in his abdomen twisted his features.

His lips parted and closed several times, but he could never manage to utter a complete sentence.

Just then, Shen Feng suddenly detected a faint ripple of spirit power. His brows furrowed slightly as he looked up toward a dark corner not far away.

"A guardian? How troublesome."

Muttering to himself, he moved his foot away from Dai Mubai's head and turned to shout at Oscar: "Xiao Ao, feed him a sausage. If he dies here, it won't look good for the academy's reputation."

Night fell, the enrollment ceremony for Shrek Academy concluded, and the spirit masters gathered at the village entrance gradually dispersed.

Dai Mubai, who had been injured by Shen Feng, was ultimately kept behind by Flender.

Shen Feng didn't know if it was because Flender cherished talent, or if Dai Mubai's guardian had secretly made contact with Flender.

Regardless, Dai Mubai's name was already registered on the Shrek Academy student roster.

Fortunately, Flender knew there was friction between them and did not arrange for them to stay together.

Shen Feng continued to live with Oscar, while Dai Mubai stayed in the attic next door.

Dark clouds gathered, the moonlight vanished, and the night was exceptionally dark.

Shen Feng tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

The figure he had seen in the shadows earlier lingered in his mind, making him suddenly realize that Shrek Academy was not exactly a safe haven.

With just the arrival of Dai Mubai, the eyes of the Star Luo Empire's royal family were already fixed upon this place.

When Tang San arrived in the future, it would add another massive headache: the level 95 Titled Douluo, Tang Hao.

When Ning Rongrong arrived, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would also turn their attention here.

When Yu Xiaogang arrived, it was inevitable that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would have secret agents following him.

In this way, four out of the one hall, two empires, and seven sects—the Star Luo Empire, the Clear Sky Sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—would all cast a sliver of their gaze upon this tiny Shrek Academy.

Ah, no, considering that love-struck lunatic Bibi Dong.

If she knew Yu Xiaogang was here, she would inevitably dispatch secret agents to monitor the place as well.

Hiss—

Thinking of this, Shen Feng drew a sharp breath.

How was this Shrek Academy a peaceful nest? It was practically the eye of a storm.

It appeared calm and peaceful on the surface, but in reality, the periphery was already a chaotic mess.

"No, the plan needs to be moved up. With no way out, I truly feel uneasy."

Opening his eyes, Shen Feng glanced at the soundly sleeping Oscar, rolled out of bed, and walked out of the room on tiptoe.

In the silent night, with only the sound of erratic insect chirps, Shen Feng stealthily made his way to the residence of Shen Rui and Ling Na.

Bang, bang, bang!

The moment the knocking sounded, Shen Rui opened the door from the inside.

"Xiao Feng?"

"Dad!"

Shen Rui looked puzzled. "What are you doing here?"

"I have something to discuss with you both."

Shen Rui nodded. "Come in and talk. As it happens, I have something to tell you as well."

Upon entering the room, Ling Na, who hadn't gone to sleep yet, boiled a pot of water for the father and son before sitting down at the table with them.

Shen Rui flipped his hand to produce a letter and handed it to Shen Feng. "Read this first, then we can talk."

Shen Feng took the envelope with a puzzled expression, tore it open, and began reading it word for word.

A moment later, Shen Feng's brows furrowed tightly as he pondered the contents before slowly placing the letter on the table.

"Fels, the vice mayor of Suotuo City, is offering a deposit of one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins to hunt a soul beast under twenty thousand years?"

"Dad, Mom, what are your thoughts on this?"

Shen Rui picked up his tea and took a sip. "I intend to accept this mission."

"Over one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins is a massive sum, and since it's just a soul beast under twenty thousand years, your mother and I can handle it ourselves."

"As soul masters, we cannot just bury our heads in cultivation; the accumulation of wealth is equally important."

"You are growing quickly, and you will need more resources in the future. As your parents, it is time we started making plans for your future."

Shen Feng was stunned. He gazed at Shen Rui's face, lost in thought, and said, "You've already decided? You intend to establish a Soul Hunting Guild?"

Shen Rui nodded. "Yes. Gathering rogue soul masters from across the land to support one another and becoming our own backers—it's a sound idea."

"The new houses that have sprung up outside Shrek Academy over the past three years are a perfect example of that, aren't they?"