"Are you guys messing with me!?"
"You're the blond brat who fought two-on-one earlier!? Tch! Must've gotten lucky going up against that trash!"
The Mad Battle Duo were brothers as well. But unlike the clearly distinct personalities of the Absolute Offense and Defense brothers, these two actually looked like real brothers—equally brawny builds, the same short hair, similar leather armor, and the same wild, unruly expressions.
The only real difference between them, aside from minor facial features, was that the one who just spoke had a savage-looking scar running across his face.
"We're nothing like those two weaklings. If you think you'll use us as stepping stones, then you're being far too naive!" the other, unscarred man growled, glaring coldly at Han Feng and Dai Mubai. Han Feng clearly saw it—their eyes, when they looked at Dai Mubai, held a trace of wariness.
No one here was an idiot. Even if the chubby-skinny duo had been trash, Dai Mubai still fought two opponents alone and won—that was more than enough proof of his strength!
Seeing this, Han Feng rolled his eyes and said to Dai Mubai, "Get down already! Don't try to stall up there!"
Dai Mubai's expression shifted slightly, as if Han Feng had seen right through him. He gave a nonchalant grunt and turned to leave the stage.
The audience, recognizing the familiar scene, immediately erupted in cheers!
"Ohhh! Here it comes again! The twin-kill combo is as arrogant as ever!"
"Why's the blond guy stepping down!? Can the other one even handle it?"
"Who cares? We're just here for the show! The wilder, the better!"
"Hahaha! The Mad Battle Duo is still busy bragging, but the other side clearly doesn't even take them seriously. I'm dying!"
Hearing the jeers from the audience, the Mad Battle Duo instantly flew into a rage!
Losing was one thing—it just meant being outmatched. But being mocked like this? That was unacceptable!
"Think you can walk off just like that!? Did you ask us first!?"
With a furious roar, the brothers activated their True Body Armor—phantoms of two rhinoceroses flashed behind them. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into heavily-armored warriors, six soul rings floating around them: two white, two yellow, and two purple.
"First Soul Skill: Heavy Stomp!"
In most cases, if two soul masters had the same martial soul and hunted the same kind of beast, they'd often get the same soul skill. These two were the perfect example.
Both had the Blackhorn Rhino martial soul. Their first soul ring came from the same Three-Tailed Bull, and the skill they obtained was identical.
This made their combination somewhat lacking in variation and adaptability. But when both unleashed the same soul skill at once, the power was staggering—surpassing even many hundred-year soul rings!
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The two brothers raised their legs in unison and stomped down hard. The battle arena trembled slightly, and a crack in the ground surged toward Dai Mubai like a deadly wave.
Dai Mubai sensed the shift beneath his feet and smiled faintly. He didn't even look back—just continued walking forward.
"Clang!"
Han Feng had already completed his True Body Armor activation. With his Blazing Heaven Shield raised before him, he stepped forward and blocked the oncoming fissure. Grinning mockingly, he said, "You think you get to decide who stays or goes? I've seen people beg for their opponent to surrender—but begging someone not to leave? That's new. What, is just me not enough to satisfy your fun?"
Dai Mubai, now at the edge of the arena, twitched an eyebrow and muttered inwardly: "There he goes again..."
But he wasn't about to remind Han Feng of anything—especially since he hadn't forgotten their little wager. In fact, he was secretly hoping Han Feng would stall a bit longer. Ideally, they'd fight for five minutes and waste two hours talking!
With that thought, Dai Mubai's mood lifted considerably as he jumped down from the stage.
Back in the arena, the Mad Battle Duo were already seething from failing to stop Dai Mubai—and now Han Feng's taunts were like salt in their wounds. Their eyes burned red with fury!
"You're dead! Just a mere defense-type soul master—how do you plan to take on both of us!?"
The scar-faced man roared, activating his second soul ring. A massive rhino phantom emerged behind him and charged straight at Han Feng.
"Second Soul Skill: Hell Charge!"
Han Feng knew this wasn't the time for banter. With a low grunt, he activated his first soul skill and the Flame Dragon Armor. His Shield of Fate successfully blocked the incoming hit. Then, without missing a beat, Han Feng triggered the second phase of his True Body Armor. Clearly, he intended to end this quickly.
"Immovable Flame Asura" wasn't instant-cast. And with two opponents on the field, interrupting it would've been child's play. Han Feng wasn't going to leave any openings!
"ROAR!"
The second soul skill attack was blocked, and the Sunfire effect landed squarely on Scarface. Scorching flames clung to his armor, steadily draining his soul power.
Scarface quickly barked to his brother, "That shield's flame is tricky! It's not powerful, but once it latches on, it's like a leech—sticks and burns. If this drags on, we'll be at a disadvantage. We can't afford a drawn-out fight. Finish it fast!"
"Got it!" the other man didn't hesitate. Their third soul rings lit up simultaneously—again, the same soul skill!
"Third Soul Skill: Rampaging Rhino Descent!"
Both men roared, triggering a second transformation of their True Body Armor. Their aura surged, even surpassing the intensity of Dai Mubai's White Tiger Vajra Transformation.
But on closer inspection, their eyes had turned blood-red. It was clear this skill came with serious side effects.
"Kill!"
The brothers let out another roar and charged at Han Feng with reckless abandon, abandoning tactics entirely in favor of brute force.
"Berserk skills, huh?" Han Feng narrowed his eyes. He hadn't expected to run into such a rare ability, but he showed no signs of panic. "Perfect."
If the brothers had backed off because of the Sunfire, Han Feng might've been in a bit of trouble. But now, rushing straight into his setup? They were practically making things easier!
"Sentinel Guard!"
Han Feng used the same tactic he'd used against Dai Mubai—teleporting behind the brothers. They charged forward wildly but couldn't keep up with him. All they could do was watch helplessly as Han Feng got further and further away.
"Immovable Flame Asura!"
By the time they turned around, Han Feng had already activated his third soul skill. A giant flaming spirit manifested behind him, like a guardian deity.
Any rational person would have paused at this sight and reconsidered. But under the effects of their berserk state, the brothers couldn't think straight. Even if they did realize how dangerous that spirit was—so what? The berserk state only lasted so long. Once it ended, the backlash would leave them completely helpless.
With no hesitation, the brothers launched a full-on charge. First and second soul skills fired off like they were free. The power within Han Feng's Blazing Heaven Shield surged rapidly—rising to Soul Elder level in an instant.
Han Feng didn't hold back either, pouring his refined soul power into the shield, pushing its might even higher.
"Damn!"
From below the stage, Dai Mubai stared at the arena clock while nervously watching the battle. He couldn't help but curse:
"Did Han Feng hire these guys!?"
That relentless barrage they were throwing at Han Feng? It looked more like a live demonstration than a fight!
But it really wasn't the Mad Battle Duo's fault. Normally, an assault-type soul master would kite a defense-type, wait for an opening, and go for a decisive strike. But neither Dai Mubai nor Han Feng played by normal rules. What was supposed to be a 2v2 had become a one-man performance—who could put up with that?
Besides, two offense-types vs. one defense-type—if they still had to tiptoe around him, how humiliating would that be?
Even so, how could they have known Han Feng had such an absurd soul skill like Charged Shield Strike?