Douluo: Starting by Crafting Guns Chapter 49

However, after being tempered by the Dragon Crystals of the Water and Fire Dragon Kings, Shen Feng had long since developed a formidable constitution that was immune to water and fire, as well as all poisons.

The moment the poisoning reaction flared up, it immediately triggered the passive counterattack of the extreme water and fire elements within his body. They surged through his meridians, sweeping across his entire system; wherever they passed, the toxins dissipated, and his physical state was instantly restored to perfection.

"Sister Yanyan, it's a waste of effort. Your poison doesn't work on me; my body has long been immune to all toxins."

Dugu Yan giggled, "Is that so? Then why are your eyes turning red?"

"Don't forget, I've also consumed immortal herbs. My poison is not your average toxin."

Shen Feng frowned slightly; he could already feel his body beginning to heat up.

His heart hammered rapidly, and the blood in his veins became as viscous as mercury and as scorching as fire. Violent emotions surged toward his mind, demanding release.

The soul power within his body seemed to have been stimulated, acting as if he had consumed a potent tonic; it became exceptionally wild and burst forth from his body.

Clenching his fists, Shen Feng was shocked to discover that his strength had increased significantly, but his control had plummeted.

His skin felt numb, his sensory perception dropped sharply, but his physical hardness had soared by several levels, making it difficult to break his defense.

Shen Feng used his formidable spiritual power to suppress the violence in his mind, yet strangely, a different kind of thought began to emerge.

Is this stuff poison? Are you sure it isn't some kind of all-purpose tonic, the kind that comes with an extra boost?

"Hehehe, hehehehe."

Dugu Yan's succubus-like laughter drifted from the poison mist, "Little brother, do you feel it now? The power of your sister."

"Become a puppet for me to control! Hehehehe!"

"Mm!" Shen Feng nodded solemnly, his voice steady and completely composed, "It is indeed powerful. Just a little more, and I would have completely fallen."

Dugu Yan's laughter came to an abrupt halt, "You, you, how are you still rational?"

"That's not right. I've already unleashed my soul skill with all my might. Even with your high poison resistance, there's no reason for you to be unaffected."

When Dugu Yan was in her forties, she could already affect Qin Ming at level 62. Now that she had broken through to level 51, her foolproof trump card had actually hit a wall with Shen Feng.

For a moment, Dugu Yan even began to doubt her own life.

Watching from the sidelines, Dugu Bo speechlessly covered his eyes. She was strong against the weak, confused against the strong, and a total amateur when facing a soul master who countered her.

This silly girl was becoming a bit of an embarrassment.

It seemed he would have to give this silly girl some specialized training when he had the time.

Thinking of this, Dugu Bo immediately sent a voice transmission to Shen Feng: "End the battle quickly. I already know Yanyan's level."

Shen Feng in the poison mist nodded slightly: "Sister Yanyan, since you have no other tricks up your sleeve, I thank you for your painstaking amplification."

"Fourth Soul Skill: Thunder Rain!"

His fourth soul ring lit up. Shen Feng slowly raised his right hand, the Leiming Blade blooming with intense lightning, leaving several afterimages in the air.

The next moment, countless specks of lightning appeared out of thin air, forming a shimmering curtain of rain before Shen Feng. As he swung down his final strike, the lightning curtain instantly transformed into thousands of blade beams, blasting toward Dugu Yan in the distant poison mist.

Dugu Yan was shocked. She immediately covered her head with her hands, curled her snake tail, and huddled into a ball: "Ah, Xiao Feng, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"

Boom, boom, boom--

The next moment, Dugu Yan's cry was swallowed by the explosions of the thousands of thunderbolts.

Centered on Dugu Yan, a twenty-meter diameter area was bombarded crazily. Dust rose everywhere, and lightning plasma flickered within, making it impossible to see clearly.

It turned out that this move of Shen Feng's had absorbed the Thunder Armor Scorpion's ability to compress plasma. By waving the Leiming Blade, he scattered lightning plasma to form a sky full of raindrops, which then transformed into blade beams, causing a massive bombardment of lightning plasma on everything in front of him.

"Damn, the power is so great, nothing will go wrong, right?"

Turning his head to look at the now-vanished Dugu Bo, Shen Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, with the old man here, it should be fine."

The Thunder Rain bombardment lasted for a full ten breaths. The surroundings had long since turned into a pool of flickering lightning. A breeze blew through the smoke, and a pungent smell of burning immediately wafted over.

"Kid, you seem to have gotten a bit cocky too. In that case, the old man will play with you!!"

Suddenly, Dugu Bo's voice rang out from the smoke.

The next moment, Dugu Bo, with his hair and beard bristling, charged out of the smoke like lightning, lunging straight at Shen Feng.

"Old man, you're the one who told me to fight!"

With a loud shout, Shen Feng instantly spread his Water and Fire Dragon Wings and flapped them, flying high into the sky.

At his level, he definitely couldn't win a ground battle, and he might not even be able to run away.

But aerial combat was Dugu Bo's weakness; perhaps he could drag this out.

"I told you to fight, but couldn't you hold back some strength?"

"Seventh Soul Skill: Poison Dragon Avatar!"

Ang--

A loud dragon roar echoed as Dugu Bo transformed into a dark green poison dragon and soared upward.

Shen Feng was stunned. The Jade Phosphorous Serpent couldn't fly, but the Poison Dragon certainly could.

"Old man, you're playing dirty! You even used your Martial Soul Avatar!"

As he flapped his wings in a panicked escape, Shen Feng caught a glimpse of Dugu Yan on the ground.

She was pitch black from head to toe, making her features impossible to distinguish, and her hair was puffed up in a wild, punk-rock style. Wisps of smoke curled around her body like special effects, saving her the trouble of needing cement.

Shen Feng grimaced, immediately realizing he had stirred up trouble.

His burst of Thunder Rain might not have physically injured Dugu Yan, but the level of humiliation was off the charts.

"Old man, I'm heading back first. You take good care of Yanyan; she's paralyzed right now and doesn't have much ability to protect herself."

Using Dugu Yan to distract Dugu Bo, Shen Feng flapped his wings and flew rapidly toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"You brat, you can run today but you can't run tomorrow! You're definitely getting a beating, and not even a Title Douluo could save you—that's a promise from me."

After chasing for several hundred meters and seeing he couldn't catch up, Dugu Bo, worried about Dugu Yan's safety, had to drop his "threats" and turn back to look after her.

Having already flown several kilometers away, Shen Feng looked back to find that Dugu Bo wasn't pursuing him. He wiped some non-existent sweat from his forehead and chuckled.

"This fourth soul skill has decent power; it actually managed to hurt the old man."

"A Soul Ancestor fighting a Title Douluo—an ant gnawing on an elephant—and I actually managed to break the elephant's defense. As expected of a 36,000-year soul ring, it's truly impressive."

"Still, the old man's wrath is going to be a headache."

Five days later, on the day of Emperor Xue Ye's birthday banquet.

Early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Dugu Bo walked through the gates of Heaven Dou City with Dugu Yan. Following behind the two of them was a humanoid creature painted with bizarre facial makeup.

Its eyes were one green and one purple, its cheeks were half-white and half-black, its nose was tipped with red, and its forehead was covered in colorful, eerie cloud patterns. It looked like a clown—somewhat terrifying and slightly ridiculous.

The moment they stepped into Heaven Dou City, the clown's appearance drew the attention of pedestrians on the street. They pointed and whispered, and a few young children were even scared to tears by the clown's horrific look, hiding in their parents' arms and refusing to come out.

"Old man, Yanyan, maybe I shouldn't go. With this look, I'm just going to embarrass you both."

Shen Feng's voice emerged from the clown's mouth, his tone sounding slightly embarrassed.

After the sparring match with Dugu Yan five days ago, although Shen Feng had escaped for a moment, he couldn't escape forever, and he was eventually tricked by Dugu Bo during a meal.

Given his extremely high resistance to toxins, Dugu Bo hadn't used any poison on him at all. Instead, he had added special substances to his food—non-toxic, but causing severe pigment deposition.

After five days of consumption, it finally culminated on the day of the birthday banquet, when Dugu Bo added the final ingredient to his breakfast, triggering all the medicinal properties that had accumulated in his body over the past few days.

Ultimately, on the way here, Shen Feng had transformed into this clown-like appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dugu Bo was determined to make him lose face in public to vent his beloved granddaughter's frustration.

Clearly, he had succeeded.

Dugu Yan turned back and pulled out a pill, waving it in front of Shen Feng. "This is the antidote. It can speed up the fading of the colors on your body."

"How about it? Do you want it?"

Shen Feng curled his lip. "I don't think you'll give it to me that easily."

Dugu Yan gave a cunning smile. "How about a bet?"

"From here to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, as long as you don't use soul power to catch up to me, I'll give you the antidote."

Shen Feng's eyes lit up. "For real?"

Dugu Yan nodded. "Naturally, for real."

The moment Dugu Yan finished speaking, Shen Feng's expression changed. His muscles bulged and he stomped his feet, seizing the initiative and lunging at Dugu Yan like an arrow released from a bow.

Dugu Yan's pupils constricted. She quickly activated Martial Soul Avatar, her lower body transforming into a snake tail, and she slithered rapidly along the ground to dodge Shen Feng's sneak attack.

"Little brother, sneak attacks are immoral."

"But it doesn't matter. I'm leaving first. As long as you catch up to me, the antidote is yours."

"Remember, don't use your soul power."

With those words, Dugu Yan slipped into the crowd like a flexible snake and vanished.

Shen Feng felt secretly annoyed that his sneak attack hadn't landed.

Without being able to use soul power, Shen Feng was naturally at a disadvantage in terms of agility. With the streets crowded with pedestrians, Dugu Yan's snake-like form could easily weave around all obstacles, but he couldn't.

If he went charging through and caused chaos, he would have to concede the match early.

Shen Feng also knew that Dugu Yan's goal was simply to make him look foolish. In the densely populated Heaven Dou City, chasing her all the way to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace looking like a clown was no different from making the front-page news.

Glancing left and right, Shen Feng made a split-second decision and jumped onto the rooftops lining the street.

Relying on his formidable physical fitness and imitating the moves of parkour experts from his past life, he leaped and bounded, using both hands and feet to pursue Dugu Yan without losing speed.

Watching the energetic Shen Feng and Dugu Yan, Dugu Bo shook his head helplessly before his figure vanished from the street, following closely behind them.

Heaven Dou City was the imperial capital, and today was the day of Emperor Xue Ye's birthday banquet. With Dugu Yan using her Martial Soul Avatar to dash through the streets and Shen Feng leaping across rooftops, they were bound to attract the attention of many soul masters and might even draw the interference of law enforcement.

Therefore, acting as their escort and ensuring they had a safe path without being disturbed was exactly what Dugu Bo needed to do.

After passing through several streets, Dugu Yan stopped at a quiet street corner. She looked back and, seeing no sign of Shen Feng, laughed triumphantly.

"Hahaha, Xiao Feng, I guess you're not all that."

Suddenly, a shadow blocked the sun above Dugu Yan's head.

"Is that so?"

Shen Feng's voice rang out above Dugu Yan's head, and that eerie black-and-white mask appeared abruptly, giving her quite a fright.

"Ghost!"

"Yanzi, watch out!"

A young man's urgent cry and Dugu Yan's scream sounded at the same time.

The next moment, a massive blue dragon claw condensed from thunder erupted from the street corner, slamming fiercely toward Shen Feng in mid-air; the air distorted violently wherever it passed, erupting with heart-stopping crackling sounds.

Shen Feng's pupils constricted sharply, his arms thrusting forward as purple-black lightning bloomed, preparing to take the blow head-on.

The next instant, the thunderous dragon claw struck Shen Feng's arms, instantly unleashing a high-voltage current.

Shen Feng frowned slightly, a black-gold light flashing across his skin before vanishing, and he used the force to flip backward.

As his feet touched the ground, the clothes on his upper body were completely shredded, revealing skin covered in the same colorful, intricate patterns as the mask on his face.

At the same time, a black-haired youth in blue attire darted out from the street corner like lightning, quickly shielding Dugu Yan, his gaze like fire and electricity as he glared at Shen Feng.

"Who are you, and why did you attack Yanzi?"

Looking at the youth who had suddenly appeared, Shen Feng frowned slightly; he was in his early twenties, over 1.9 meters tall with a slender build, his neat black hair standing up like steel needles. He wore a blue martial outfit with almost no decorations, and his cheeks were covered in fine scales, making his features difficult to discern clearly.

What was most eye-catching were his arms, which were thick and unlike human arms, more than half a foot longer than a normal person's, reaching down to his knees if left to hang naturally.

They were covered in blue-purple scales, his five fingers sharp as eagle talons and coated in the same scales, each knuckle on his hands exceptionally large, with streaks of blue-purple Thunder Snake coiling and darting around his strange arms.

At first glance, it looked somewhat similar to Shen Feng's unevolved Black Scale Armor manifestation.

Two yellow, two purple, and one black soul ring rotated slowly around his body; clearly, this person was a Soul King with a standard optimal soul ring configuration.

Seeing the newcomer's appearance, Shen Feng immediately realized who this was; although his features were hard to see clearly, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit had already exposed his identity.