Douluo: Starting by Crafting a Gun Chapter 26

Just as Shen Feng and the others were speaking, Oscar had already consumed three Lemon Sour Sausages in a row.

It wasn't that he didn't want to eat more, but his teeth were so sour that they were starting to go numb.

With three Lemon Sour Sausages in his stomach, his soul power recovered by sixty percent, and the Rasengan in Oscar's hand immediately returned to a diameter of one meter.

As one grew stronger and the other waned, Oscar suddenly showed signs of pushing back.

"A Soul Elder? Is that all you've got?"

"Let me tell you the truth, in the past year, there have been at least eight or ten Soul Elders who died by my hands, and you are the next Soul Elder to die at my hands."

As he spoke, Oscar condensed his own killing intent and pressed it crazily toward Dai Mubai, attempting to shake his resolve.

For a food-type soul master to go head-to-head with a battle-type soul master was an extremely unwise choice to begin with.

If it weren't for the sake of giving Flender and Zhao Wuji some face, Oscar would have already finished him off with his gun.

Using his killing intent now was just to ensure his victory was more stable; after all, Dai Mubai was still holding onto a newly acquired third soul skill that he hadn't released yet.

With the situation unclear, Oscar didn't dare to be too reckless.

It wouldn't matter if he lost, but seeing Dai Mubai act so smug made him very annoyed.

Seeing Oscar's aura suddenly rise and the soul power on his body show signs of a significant increase, Dai Mubai was instantly dumbfounded.

He was just about to win, so what the hell was this?

Where had anyone seen a food-type soul master go head-to-head with a battle-type soul master and actually gain the upper hand?

Was the world changing too fast, or had he, Dai Mubai, truly fallen behind?

Feeling the rapidly declining soul power in his body, Dai Mubai knew he couldn't delay any longer.

Dispelling his second soul skill, Dai Mubai leaped backward.

"Oscar, you are truly powerful. As a food-type soul master, possessing such powerful combat ability is enough to be called unprecedented."

"However, it ends here!"

"Third soul skill: White Tiger Descends the Mountain!"

The purple thousand-year third soul ring suddenly lit up. Dai Mubai crouched down, pushing off with all four limbs like a real ferocious tiger, leaping high into the air and pouncing fiercely toward Oscar.

Mid-air, Dai Mubai quickly adjusted his posture, extending his hands forward with his fingers spread, holding them in a hollow embrace—one above and one below—to form a giant tiger's maw, with the sharp claws at his fingertips acting as the fangs and teeth within the maw.

"Roar~"

A dull tiger's roar erupted from Dai Mubai's throat, and his arms suddenly spread wide, like a tiger opening its blood-red maw.

And Oscar, directly in front of him, was the prey under the tiger's pounce.

"Mubai (Xiao Bai), stop!!"

By now, Flender and Zhao Wuji had realized the danger of this move.

A hungry tiger pouncing on its prey—once suppressed by it, what followed would definitely be a storm of attacks. Unless the enemy was torn to shreds, this move would not stop completely.

But Dai Mubai's speed was too fast, and this move was exceptionally vicious; even Flender, a agility-type Soul Saint, did not have absolute confidence in saving Oscar without injury.

At this moment, both of them felt a bit of regret; this farce of a battle should never have happened in the first place.

Yet Shen Feng wore a smile, believing that Oscar, who had already experienced life and death several times, could fully handle such a minor situation.

As the ferocious tiger opened its blood-red maw and pounced down, Oscar actually closed his eyes at this moment, focusing his mind.

Suddenly opening his eyes, a flash of light shone from Oscar's handsome peach-blossom eyes.

A massive amount of soul power erupted beneath his feet, shattering the ground and leaving a deep crater where Oscar had kicked off.

Oscar's figure lowered slightly, and Dai Mubai, in mid-air, already had a smile on his face, seemingly certain of victory.

In the blink of an eye, Oscar actually walked right into the tiger's mouth, actively throwing himself into the blood-red maw between Dai Mubai's hands.

Slide—

Sliding along the ground, Oscar avoided Dai Mubai's pounce at an incredibly narrow angle.

Dai Mubai's sharp bone claws brushed past the tip of Oscar's nose, the edge of the claws cutting through the air like knives, causing Oscar's face to sting with pain.

But the corners of Oscar's mouth were smiling, while Dai Mubai above him wore an expression of disbelief.

Dancing on the tip of a blade, seeking life within death—if the seemingly safe rear was not the way to survive, then the way to survive must be in the most dangerous front.

Fortunately, having faced death several times, Oscar had developed nerves of steel and extremely keen combat intuition.

"Idiot!"

Mocking him once more, Oscar bent his arms, palms facing the ground, his body suddenly arching up as he kicked his legs upward in a "rabbit kicks the eagle" maneuver, slamming them heavily into Dai Mubai's completely undefended abdomen.

"Oof~"

With a strange cry, Dai Mubai flew out again, tossed away like a broken sack.

As his body spun in the air, Dai Mubai didn't realize that Oscar had shown him mercy. Landing on his feet, his limbs touched the ground again, and he launched his third soul skill once more, pouncing fiercely toward Oscar.

He firmly believed that the previous move would definitely not work on him again.

This time, he would surely win.

Bang—

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Dai Mubai immediately halted his charge as a bowl-sized crater appeared abruptly in front of him, a wisp of blue smoke rising slowly from the bottom of the pit.

Shen Feng raised the firearm in his hand, pointing it directly at the center of Dai Mubai's forehead: "Once, twice, but not a third time. Everything has its limits; don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

With the pitch-black muzzle aimed right at his brow, Dai Mubai completely lost his nerve. He shrank his neck, not daring to bare his fangs any longer.

Dai Mubai was well aware of the power of firearms. He wasn't even confident he could dodge the small pistols back at Shrek Academy without getting hurt, let alone this custom-made weapon in Shen Feng's hands.

"Xiao Feng, do me a favor and let it go."

Zhao Wuji stepped forward, reaching out to place a hand on the barrel of the gun Shen Feng was holding.

"Xiao Bai is just young, hot-headed, and ignorant. He acted rashly this time, so let's just call it a day."

Shen Feng glanced at Zhao Wuji: "Teacher Zhao, among us, he is the oldest!"

"He's rash? He's ignorant? Did those extra years he's lived go to waste?"

"I can give you and the others some face this time, but if he comes looking for trouble again, don't blame me for crippling him!"

Bang—

A gunshot rang out. A scorching bullet grazed the top of Dai Mubai's head, instantly piercing a large tree behind him and leaving a transparent, bowl-sized hole in the trunk.

"Consider this tree!"

As he finished speaking, Shen Feng turned and walked over to Oscar, reaching out to support him as he felt somewhat drained: "Xiao Ao, that was a beautiful fight. Impressive!"

Oscar chuckled: "There's even better to come. After that battle just now, I think I'm about to break through."

Shen Feng was overjoyed: "That's good, very good! Hurry up and meditate, grasp that feeling, and strive to break through as soon as possible. I'll stand guard for you."

Oscar nodded: "Mm, sorry to trouble you."

With that, Oscar immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, sinking his consciousness into his body to mobilize his soul power and focus on breaking through the bottleneck.

Shen Feng stood right by Oscar's side, never leaving his post, glaring at Dai Mubai.

Given Dai Mubai's previous attitude, Shen Feng highly suspected he might do something self-destructive just to spite others, like rashly charging over to interrupt Oscar's breakthrough.

Seeing Oscar's state, Flender's face brightened, but when he inadvertently caught the look of resentment in Dai Mubai's eyes, he suddenly froze.

Sighing, Flender said helplessly: "Old Zhao, Xiao Ao seems to be breaking through. You watch over this area for a while; I'll take Mubai back first."

Zhao Wuji looked at the heavily injured Dai Mubai and also saw the resentful glint in his eyes. He frowned slightly and nodded: "The nights in the Star Dou Forest are full of danger. Be careful."

Flender shook his head lightly: "It's fine. We haven't gone deep into the Star Dou Forest yet. I'll fly back the whole way; nothing will happen."

As he spoke, soul power surged within Flender, and a pair of black-and-gold wings, resembling those of a golden eagle, unfolded behind his back.

With a flap of his wings, Flender swooped down to grab Dai Mubai, then vanished into the already darkening sky.

Noticing the commotion, Shen Feng turned to ask Zhao Wuji: "The Dean took him away?"

Zhao Wuji nodded with a smile: "Discord within a team is a major taboo, especially here in the Star Dou Forest."

"Besides, Xiao Bai's injuries aren't light. It's better to get him out early."

Shen Feng said noncommittally: "That's true. After all, with him here, I wasn't exactly at ease."

Zhao Wuji was stunned: "You seem to have a very low opinion of Xiao Bai."

Shen Feng shook his head: "It's not that I have a low opinion of him; it's that I've never thought much of him at all."

"A guy who only has arrogance but no backbone—I, Shen Feng, am ashamed to be associated with him."

Zhao Wuji paused for a moment: "Haha, alright. That's your own business; I won't interfere too much."

"People from different worlds shouldn't be forced together; it might only lead to trouble in the future."

Shen Feng was slightly taken aback: "Teacher Zhao knows his background too?"

Zhao Wuji laughed softly: "I've been roaming the continent for decades. If I didn't even have that much discernment, the grass on my grave would probably be several feet high by now."

"Teacher Zhao, Brother Shen, what are you two talking about? Why can't I understand a word of it?"

Shen Feng glanced at Ma Hongjun: "It's nothing. Sometimes it's better to be a little oblivious; knowing too much only brings more trouble."

Ma Hongjun nodded thoughtfully: "That's true. Ignorance is bliss, and being a happy-go-lucky person isn't so bad."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji and Shen Feng both gave Ma Hongjun a thumbs-up: "That's a perfect summary!"

Meanwhile, high above the Star Dou Forest, Dai Mubai was being carried by Flender, catching the cold wind as they flew at breakneck speed toward the edge of the forest.

"Dean, do you think I'm really just trash?"

"A food-system soul master—that was just a food-system soul master, and I still couldn't beat him."

Recalling the battle with Oscar, Dai Mubai still couldn't figure out why he, who had superior innate conditions in every way, had lost so miserably.

Flender sighed: "Flowers grown under careful protection are beautiful, but they are useless in every other regard."

"Mubai, your combat experience is severely lacking."

"Combat experience?" Dai Mubai asked, puzzled: "My win rate at the Great Soul Arena is as high as eighty percent. Is that kind of combat experience really that poor?"

Flender shook his head: "It's not enough. Nowhere near enough."

"You only started Soul Fighting at level twenty-eight, and your win rate could only be maintained at eighty percent."

"Do you know when Xiao Feng and Xiao Ao started Soul Fighting? Do you know what their win rates are?"

"Xiao Ao started Soul Fighting at level twenty-one, and his win rate has always hovered around seventy percent."

"Xiao Feng started Soul Fighting at level twenty-two, and his win rate has consistently been around ninety percent."

"With that kind of combat experience, what do you have to compare with them?"

"I am a level thirty-one Soul Elder, and he is only a level twenty-nine Soul Grand Master!" Dai Mubai roared, quite unconvinced.

Flender looked at him with disappointment: "So what?"

"Do you know how many Yellow-level missions Xiao Feng and Xiao Ao have completed within this year?"

"Eight, a full eight."

"Do you remember the day we went to the Soul Hunting Tavern and ran into Xiao Feng and the others turning in their mission?"

"Those five boxes all contained the heads of soul masters: one Soul Ancestor, one Soul Elder, and three Soul Grand Masters."

"Even now, do you still think you are so remarkable?"

"I often warn you that one should have a backbone, but must never have arrogance. A backbone can make one fearless, while arrogance only harms others and oneself."

Dai Mubai retorted stubbornly: "Dean, you said it yourself, those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre. I have been acting according to your philosophy the entire time."

Flender let out a cold snort: "Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre? Then why haven't you remembered the second half of that sentence: 'Only those who can resolve the trouble they cause are true heroes'?"

"Mubai, once we leave the Star Dou Forest, you should go back. Go back to where you belong."

Dai Mubai was instantly stunned: "Dean, you, are you trying to drive me away?"

Flender shook his head: "It is not that I want to drive you away, but with this arrogance of yours, I am truly powerless to help."