This Boy Must Be One of Us

Whoosh!

A faint rush of wind sounded as a figure sped straight toward Wang Feng, moving almost too fast for the naked eye to follow. In an instant, it was behind him, its bloody maw opening to bite down on his head.

But just then, Wang Feng suddenly shot away, and the figure pounced on empty air.

Wang Feng stood on the ground, his eyes fixed on the 1,700-year-old Soul Beast, the Ni Scale Demon Lion.

Among thousand-year Soul Beasts, this fellow's strength was undoubtedly above average. Its scales were incredibly tough, giving it formidable defenses, and its attack power was terrifying. Once those scales burst forth, even a Soul Elder might not be able to handle them.

But Wang Feng's eyes were full of excitement. He licked his lips.

Ever since absorbing the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, his strength had soared. Not only had his attack power multiplied severalfold, but the toughness of his body had also increased nearly tenfold.

Although he still couldn't kill an ordinary thousand-year Soul Beast, it was no longer enough to satisfy him.

"Roar!"

The Ni Scale Demon Lion roared in fury, then lunged at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng bent slightly and shot forward to meet it head-on.

Though Wang Feng appeared to be meeting it head-on, he twisted his body at the moment they drew close and slipped past the Ni Scale Demon Lion, immediately following up with a punch.

Bam!

His fist was small, but it packed plenty of power. At full strength, it could deliver a blow weighing a thousand jin. Though his strength at this moment didn't reach that level, it was still considerable.

Yet when it landed on the Ni Scale Demon Lion, it merely changed the direction in which the beast landed. Instead, a tingling numbness ran through his own arm.

"So strong!"

Wang Feng flexed his arm, growing even more excited.

Only when his opponent was strong could he truly make himself stronger. Challenging the weak would only ever leave him weak.

Wang Feng charged again, and the Ni Scale Demon Lion charged at him in turn. Man and beast were locked in combat in an instant.

The Ni Scale Demon Lion meant to kill Wang Feng to vent the anger and hatred in its heart, but Wang Feng was extremely agile, and he dodged its attacks several times.

Its defense, however, was terrifying. Wang Feng landed several punches, but they only moved the Ni Scale Demon Lion about, unable to truly hurt it.

At this moment, in front of the tent, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were both looking in Wang Feng's direction with astonishment on their faces.

They had actually known that Wang Feng had deliberately drawn the Ni Scale Demon Lion over, but they hadn't interfered, because they too wanted to see what he was capable of.

As for Wang Feng getting hurt, it would be fine as long as he didn't die.

"This fellow really is no ordinary person! With his current strength, he's almost on par with a Soul Elder," Yue Guan said excitedly.

Gui Mei smiled calmly. "If he drives this Ni Scale Demon Lion back, then he won't just be on par with a Soul Elder. He'll have surpassed one." Although he appeared unfazed, he was actually deeply shocked.

For a Soul Master to possess the strength of a Soul Elder was a truly terrifying thing.

Even though that was only without taking Soul Skills into account, it was enough to shock the world.

Meanwhile, in the dense forest in another direction, another group of people was also looking toward Wang Feng.

Seven middle-aged men stood on several closely clustered treetops, protecting a child of about ten in their midst as they watched the scene ahead. By now, the battle between Wang Feng and the Ni Scale Demon Lion had grown fierce.

Wang Feng punched the Ni Scale Demon Lion in the back, finally causing it pain. This was mainly because he had kept pounding the same spot with all his strength; no matter how strong its defenses were, they couldn't withstand that.

"How is this kid so fierce? He actually managed to injure a 1,700-year-old Soul Beast with an imperial bloodline," one of the seven said in surprise.

"Hmph, what the hell good is a little injury like that?" someone snorted in displeasure.

"Yes, that injury really isn't much, but you have to remember how old he is, and he hasn't even used his Soul Power! Were you capable of anything like that at his age?" someone retorted mockingly.

"Hmph!" The man's gaze turned cold, but he had no answer to that, so he said no more.

After watching silently for quite a while, the man standing in the middle with the child beside him spoke. "This boy must be one of us. If he cannot stay with our clan, then he can only be destroyed!"

The other six were all startled and turned toward the man in the middle. One of them said, "I'm afraid this boy isn't alone. I can't sense anyone else, so there must be an expert protecting him in secret."

"Titled Douluo. Two of them."

"What?!"

"Two Titled Douluo!"

All six were shocked. Titled Douluo were among the continent's foremost experts. Anyone who had yet to reach that level had to bow their head before one.

Though there were heaven-defying people who could fight a Titled Douluo with the strength of a Soul Douluo, such figures could be counted on one hand. Clearly, none of the six was one of them.

All six looked at the middle-aged man. Of the seven, he alone was a Titled Douluo; the other six were all Soul Douluo.

At the same time, the six wondered which faction the two hidden Titled Douluo belonged to. There were only a few top factions on the continent, and Wang Feng's performance gave no indication of which one he belonged to.

Generally speaking, in a situation like this, there was a very good chance that he was from Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall's training of talented people was quite varied, and many of them had no significant background, making it difficult to trace their origins.

But they also knew that if he really was from Spirit Hall, they wouldn't dare provoke him.

"Roar~~!"

The Ni Scale Demon Lion roared repeatedly, furious at being toyed with by Wang Feng. Its scales began to tremble, making a piercing noise, before shooting out one after another. More than a hundred scales stabbed toward Wang Feng like flying blades.

Wang Feng hurriedly dodged while releasing his Soul Power to form a shield around himself.

He didn't dare take this fellow's attack head-on. One mistake could cost him his life.

He was extremely fast, but he still couldn't dodge them all. Quite a few scales struck him, but fortunately, his defenses weren't bad either. Though he was injured, his wounds weren't serious.

Even so, this still wasn't his limit, so he had no intention of stopping there.

But the Ni Scale Demon Lion suddenly dropped to the ground, looking at him with fear in its eyes.

"Hm?"

Wang Feng was puzzled. What's going on? Why is this fellow so afraid of me? It shouldn't be! I'm clearly no match for it!

No, that's not right!

Suddenly, Wang Feng frowned.

The Ni Scale Demon Lion wasn't afraid of him, but of the person behind him. He had sensed a faint presence. Someone was behind him, and if it wasn't Yue Guan, it had to be Gui Mei.

Wang Feng immediately grew displeased. Who's so blind? Can't he see I'm training myself?!