Douluo: Starting by Crafting Guns Chapter 25

With a cold snort, Dai Mubai said quite defiantly, "A year ago, he trampled me underfoot and humiliated me. A year later, my strength has improved further; what is wrong with seeking revenge?"

"I, Dai Mubai, have always been a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. Today, this battle is happening whether he likes it or not."

"Otherwise, my thoughts will not be at peace, and it will hinder my cultivation!!"

Oscar stood out, his face full of anger.

"You want to challenge Shen Feng? You'll have to get past me first!"

As he spoke, Oscar's aura shifted abruptly, and a cold killing intent surged fiercely toward Dai Mubai.

Shen Feng reached out and placed a hand on Oscar's shoulder, suppressing his rapidly erupting aura, and shook his head slightly: "Xiao Ao, there is no need to be angry; it's not worth it."

He turned his head to look at Dai Mubai.

"Xiao Bai, is it? I accept your challenge, so that your thoughts may be clear."

"Shen Feng."

Seeing that the situation was about to descend into chaos, Flender hurriedly tried to stop them, but he suddenly remembered that Dai Mubai had started this, making it somewhat inappropriate for him to stop Shen Feng now.

"Give me some face."

After a brief pause, Flender ultimately left it at that.

Shen Feng nodded: "Don't worry, Dean. After all, we are all from the same academy; I will go easy on him."

"How arrogant!" Dai Mubai shouted sharply.

"Do I need you to go easy on me?"

"Today, I will let you know exactly where the gap lies between a Soul Grand Master and a Soul Elder."

Shen Feng was slightly stunned, suddenly feeling both annoyed and amused. He had killed a Soul Ancestor with his own hands; he really didn't know what there was to be proud of for a mere Soul Elder.

"Fine, fine, fine. Then I shall see exactly how strong a Soul Elder is."

The battle was on the verge of breaking out. Shen Feng and Dai Mubai stood facing each other, while the others lined up on both sides—Flender and Zhao Wuji on the left, Ma Hongjun and Oscar on the right.

Flender and Zhao Wuji were well aware of the gap between the two, and their expressions were somewhat grim.

Firstly, Dai Mubai was being far too reckless, and secondly, they were worried that if Shen Feng crushed Dai Mubai, it would leave him permanently demoralized.

On the other side, Ma Hongjun quietly sidled up to Oscar.

"Brother Ao, who do you think will win between the two of them?"

Oscar didn't even turn his head: "Shen Feng will definitely win."

Ma Hongjun was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "I don't believe it. Although I usually can't stand that stubborn tiger, there is no denying that he has some strength."

"He is now a three-ring Soul Elder, while Shen Feng is only a two-ring Soul Grand Master. The situation looks a bit grim."

Oscar still didn't turn his head: "Shen Feng will definitely win."

Ma Hongjun frowned, his eyes rolling as he thought of something: "I don't believe it. How about we make a bet?"

"Let's bet on that gun you used earlier, how about that? If I win, you let me play with it for three days. If I lose, I'll admit you're impressive, and I'll admit Shen Feng is impressive too."

Oscar turned his head to look at Ma Hongjun in disbelief: "Little fatty, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Also, I, Oscar, once swore to the heavens that in this life, I would never have anything to do with gambling or drugs."

"Furthermore, Shen Feng once explicitly told me that one's wife and one's weapon should never be handled by others, so I am not betting!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes widened: "Ah, this... what about the yellow?"

"Shut up, you little brat. I don't have the patience to explain too much to you."

At the same time, Dai Mubai, standing opposite Shen Feng, also had his brows locked tight, his spine feeling cold.

Firstly, it was Shen Feng's stance—loose and sloppy, appearing full of openings, yet looking again, it was full of killing intent, leaving him with no way to strike.

Secondly, it was the look in Shen Feng's eyes—the look of someone who had killed before.

Although Shen Feng did not release killing intent toward Dai Mubai, that gaze, which viewed human life as no more than pigs or dogs, still made Dai Mubai, a young tiger cub who had yet to leave his comfortable nest, feel a chill down his spine and immense fear.

No, I can't keep this stalemate going. If I keep stalling, I might not dare to attack at all.

Muttering to himself, Dai Mubai glared at Shen Feng: "Shen Feng, I originally wanted to show you some restraint, but you haven't attacked once."

"Now that it's getting late, so as not to waste everyone's time, I'll be thick-skinned and go first!"

As he spoke, Dai Mubai raised his right hand, and a wave of soul power erupted from beneath his feet, charging straight at Shen Feng.

Shen Feng yawned and dodged Dai Mubai's straight punch by turning to the side.

"Explosive Step, I developed that. Using my own moves against me? Are you kidding me?"

Dai Mubai snorted coldly, spun around abruptly, his fist erupting with a strong surge of soul power as he swept it toward Shen Feng.

Shen Feng raised his arm, his five fingers curled into a crane-beak shape, and flicked his hand to strike a pressure point on Dai Mubai's right arm.

The soul power erupting from Dai Mubai's fist instantly dissipated, its power vanishing in an instant.

"Collapse Fist, that's also a move I developed. When you learned it, did you not even look at who created it?"

Dai Mubai clutched the spot on his right arm where Shen Feng had struck, soul power erupting beneath his feet as he quickly put distance between himself and Shen Feng.

Dai Mubai snorted coldly, his attitude remaining arrogant: "Hmph, I knew you didn't have such good intentions. The Self-Created Soul Skill left at the academy is incomplete, isn't it? You deliberately left a backdoor."

Shen Feng was dumbfounded, unable to help but find it amusing.

To use the creator's own moves against the creator, only for the creator to find the flaws and restrain them—and for that to be called leaving a backdoor here.

Isn't that a bit laughable?

"Stop spewing crap out of your mouth. We practice the same thing; if you're incompetent, don't blame the mother for the child's failings."

Shen Feng didn't care and didn't want to explain too much, but Oscar couldn't stand watching others insult Shen Feng.

Besides, he hadn't had a good impression of Dai Mubai since they first met—arrogant, conceited, self-important, and clueless. He hadn't seen a single redeeming quality in him.

The only thing he claimed to be—clear about grievances—was something he bragged about himself, and its credibility remained questionable.

"You—"

Just as Dai Mubai was about to retort, he was interrupted by Oscar again.

"You what? You're trash but love to play; do you even know how much you weigh?"

"Let me tell you the truth: with your third-rate skills, let alone Xiao Feng, if you can even get close to me, I'll call you daddy."

Dai Mubai's eyes turned bloodshot, his chest heaving rapidly: "You—"

"You what? If you're trash, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play."

"What are you glaring at? Not convinced? Not convinced, let's spar?"

Oscar's barrage of trash talk instantly caused Dai Mubai's rationality to drop to zero.

"I—"

"You, what about you? Still want to hit me?"

"Martial Soul Avatar, I'm going to tear your stinking mouth apart!"

Consumed by rage, Dai Mubai immediately activated his Martial Soul Avatar. With a burst of soul power beneath his feet, he abandoned Shen Feng and lunged straight at Oscar.

The corners of Oscar's mouth curled up slightly, his lips moving softly: "Moron."

He dodged Dai Mubai's lunge with ease, his right hand surging with violent soul power.

"Rasengan!"

Turning around, he casually slammed the pink, high-speed rotating sphere into Dai Mubai's back.

"Ah~"

With a cry of pain, the flesh on Dai Mubai's back was instantly mangled.

Exploding with soul power beneath his feet, Dai Mubai leaped forward, rapidly putting distance between himself and Oscar, standing in the distance and glaring at Oscar with fury.

Oscar said with disdain: "Moron, let me tell you, Explosive Step is a high-speed linear dash. As long as you predict it in advance, it's very easy to dodge."

"Just like this!"

As he finished speaking, Oscar also used Explosive Step, charging toward Dai Mubai at high speed.

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately dodged to the side.

The corners of Oscar's mouth curled up slightly: "Moron."

Stepping forward with his right foot, he used Explosive Step to cancel the inertia of his dash, then suddenly exploded with soul power from his left foot, changing direction to charge at Dai Mubai's flank.

"Collapse Fist!"

His right hand erupted with intense soul power fluctuations as Oscar delivered a heavy punch capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, slamming it fiercely into Dai Mubai's waist.

Perhaps to vindicate Shen Feng, Oscar did not hold back at all with this strike.

"Ah~"

With a cry of pain, Dai Mubai flew seven or eight meters away, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.

Clutching his severely injured waist, Dai Mubai struggled several times before crawling up from the ground.

"Bastard, unforgivable! I will tear you to pieces!"

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

Glaring at Oscar not far away, Dai Mubai couldn't help but be the first to use his soul skills.

"Hoo~"

Seeing Dai Mubai use his soul skills, Oscar let out a long breath. His soul power surged violently, and he extended his right hand toward Dai Mubai.

"Double Rasengan!"

A massive Rasengan with a diameter of one meter formed in Oscar's hand, acting like a shield between him and Dai Mubai.

The high-speed rotating Rasengan acted like a giant angle grinder, tearing the White Tiger Intense Light Wave apart bit by bit, then breaking it down into wisps of soul power that dissipated into the air.

The clash lasted for nearly a minute, but Oscar still suffered from the disadvantage of having a lower level and insufficient soul power. Under the constant attrition, the Rasengan shrank to about fifty centimeters.

"Admit defeat. I don't want to accidentally kill you."

"I am a Soul Elder, and you are only a Soul Grand Master; there is no shame in admitting defeat."

Facing Dai Mubai's mockery, Oscar glanced at him with disdain, his lips moving slightly: "Asshole!"

Immediately after, two yellow soul rings rose from beneath Oscar's feet.

"Daddy Has a Sour Sausage!"

Chanting the soul incantation, Oscar's second soul ring lit up, and an orange-yellow sausage appeared in his left hand.

Seeing the sausage appear, Oscar's mouth immediately flooded with sour saliva.

Glaring resentfully at Dai Mubai, he muttered: "Damn it, if it weren't for you, why would I have to suffer this kind of torture?"

With a fierce look and gritted teeth, Oscar shoved the entire sausage into his mouth.

The next moment, Oscar's handsome face instantly crumpled into a bun-like expression.

Zhao Wuji asked curiously: "Xiao Feng, what is Xiao Ao's second soul skill? Why is his expression so strange?"

Shen Feng chuckled softly: "Lemon Sour Sausage, from an eight-hundred-year-old Bloodthirsty Lemon Tree."

"It consumes ten percent of his mental energy and ten percent of his soul power to create a Lemon Sour Sausage that can restore thirty percent of a soul master's soul power at the same level."

"For soul masters with a higher Soul Power Level than him, the effect will be weakened; for those with a lower level, the effect will be enhanced. If he consumes it himself, it is the standard thirty percent restoration."

"After accounting for the cost, it nets him a twenty percent restoration of his soul power."

Flender was stunned for a moment: "A plant-type soul beast? Isn't Xiao Ao's martial soul a sausage?"

Shen Feng nodded: "It is a sausage, but a vegetarian sausage is still a sausage."