The two Mad Battle Brothers relentlessly attacked Han Feng, flinging all kinds of soul skills at him like cheap toys. But every single strike was effortlessly blocked by the Immovable Flame Asura standing behind Han Feng.
At one minute and thirty seconds into the match, Dai Mubai—watching from below the stage—had instinctively held his breath, eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.
"It's coming!"
In the audience, Tang San had already activated his Purple Demon Eye. His pupils glowed with a violet hue, and he was the first to notice—Han Feng was finally moving!
"Enough with this damn clanging!"
With a furious shout, Han Feng made his move. The Immovable Flame Asura behind him also sprang to action. It raised its massive fist high and slammed it down hard onto the stage, leaving a deep crater in the ground. A shockwave of violent energy radiated outward. The berserk brothers had no time to dodge. They spat blood and were blasted into the air.
The audience erupted in cheers at the sight, shouting in unison the name of the Twin Kill Duo.
But Tang San and the others knew—Han Feng hadn't even truly started attacking yet.
Han Feng didn't have many offensive skills, but once he did strike—it was always with lethal force!
"Get lost!"
As expected, the shield held by the Immovable Flame Asura slammed forward. The Charged Shield Strike, now powerful enough to rival a Soul Ancestor's full blow, hit the Mad Battle Brothers squarely in the face.
In the next instant, the two were sent flying like broken kites, flung out of the arena. Two bloody arcs traced their paths through the air before they hit the ground and passed out cold.
At the same time, Han Feng calmly retracted his armor and martial spirit, standing motionless in the center of the stage, waiting for the host to declare his victory.
Below the stage, Dai Mubai clenched his teeth, then sighed in frustration.
Looks like I'll be washing Han Feng's socks every day for the next month…
He was really bitter about it. After all, in theory, he should've had the better odds in their bet. Sure, Han Feng's Charged Shield Strike was incredibly powerful and decisive, but the charge-up time was way too long.
Who could have guessed that Han Feng would run into two thick-headed fools who basically acted like walking power banks, willingly letting him fully charge up his strike?
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In the days that followed, their routine repeated itself: Shrek Academy during the day, the Great Spirit Arena at night. The matches were mostly solo or 2v2 battles—no team battles just yet.
Tang San and Xiao Wu's "Three-Five Duo" racked up a flawless record: 27 wins out of 27 battles. Their solo records were just as dazzling.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's duo was a bit rocky, but still achieved solid results. However, Zhu Zhuqing's solo performances were rather underwhelming—the arena's limited space seriously restricted agility-type soul masters. She often found herself pushed out of bounds before she could even get started. It was incredibly frustrating.
Dai Mubai and Oscar's duo had average results. But thanks to the Twin Kill Duo's rising fame, every time Dai Mubai entered the stage, the crowd chanted "Twin Kill!" Meanwhile, Oscar stood off to the side like he didn't even exist.
Speaking of the Twin Kill Duo, Han Feng and Dai Mubai's popularity in the Great Spirit Arena had already surpassed that of many Soul Ancestor-level powerhouses. Their fame had grown so much that Director Ao of the Soto Arena personally sought them out to propose a featured exhibition match.
Because of Han Dong's relationship with Director Ao, Han Feng couldn't outright refuse. He gave a vague answer—he declined the exhibition match, but agreed to casually appear onstage with Dai Mubai every now and then.
Of course, the Twin Kill Duo wasn't unbeatable. They did lose a few matches during those days—but the audience's enthusiasm remained undiminished.
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As for Ma Hongjun, since he could only compete in solo matches, his performance was roughly on par with Oscar and Ning Rongrong. This frustrated him to no end—he kept yelling about wanting to join a team battle.
And tonight was finally the night of Ma Hongjun's long-awaited first team battle!
But earlier that day... Ma Hongjun got beaten up.
When Dai Mubai and the others gathered around him, it took them quite a while to confirm that the bruised and swollen face in front of them actually belonged to Ma Hongjun.
"Fatty! Did you finally awaken your second martial spirit—Pig Head!?"
Oscar laughed gleefully, clearly enjoying his misery.
"You got beat up, Fatty?"
Even Tang San twitched at the corners of his mouth.
Dai Mubai was even more direct. He thumped his chest and declared:
"Fatty! Who did it? Your big bros will get revenge for you!"
Ma Hongjun glared at them, but the shift in his expression tugged at his injuries, causing him to gasp in pain.
Everyone was trying hard not to laugh—it was difficult, but they held back… mostly.
Only Han Feng remained unmoved, his face expressionless, eyes showing neither joy nor anger. He stood apart from the rest, unaffected by the chaos.
Seeing this, Ma Hongjun was deeply touched. He shouted, tearfully:
"Brother Feng! You're the only one who truly cares about me! You have to avenge me! The others just kick me while I'm down, but you're different!"
But Han Feng acted like he hadn't heard a word. He stepped forward and grabbed Ma Hongjun's belly, giving it a testing squeeze. The sensation made Han Feng's expression change immediately.
"Damn it! What did they do to your perfect, round belly!?"
Seeing Han Feng so furious, Ma Hongjun was overwhelmed with grief.
So in Han Feng's eyes… my belly is more important than my face!?
Dai Mubai and the others froze for a second… then burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Only Tang San was calm enough to step in. Noticing Ma Hongjun's growing frustration, he quickly said:
"Alright, enough. He didn't get beaten for nothing. We have to avenge Fatty!"
Dai Mubai and Oscar wiped away their laughter and nodded:
"Absolutely. This calls for justice!"
Han Feng raised his voice in righteous fury:
"Exactly! Who would destroy such a beautifully round belly!? That's criminal! It's cost me half a day's happiness!"
Ma Hongjun had almost been touched again—but after hearing that last line, his face fell.
"Han Feng! I called you Brother Feng! Can you please not obsess over my belly!?"
Han Feng ignored him.
"Fatty, here's the deal. Let me rub your belly for an hour, and I'll help you get revenge. Sound fair?"
"No way!!"
Ma Hongjun might want revenge—but not at that price!
Han Feng seemed ready to argue, but Tang San stepped in with a laugh and said:
"Let's focus. Fatty, tell us who beat you and why."
Han Feng quieted down. Everyone turned toward Ma Hongjun with curiosity. Even Ma Hongjun, thick-skinned as he was, started looking embarrassed.
Only after much coaxing did Ma Hongjun finally spill the story.
And once they heard the truth… they all stared at him with weird expressions.
Turns out, Ma Hongjun had been at a brothel and ended up liking the same girl as a Soul Ancestor. Since he got there first, he refused to back down. The other guy seemed to be deliberately provoking him. Naturally, a fight broke out…
"Fatty…"
Tang San was speechless—he had lived over 40 years across two lifetimes and had never been to that kind of place!
"Fatty, you're amazing! Fighting over a brothel girl? That's some next-level playboy stuff!"
Han Feng gave him a thumbs-up, voice full of mock praise.
"No way... no way… you actually got beat up over a girl in a brothel?"
Dai Mubai, having picked up some of Han Feng's sass, added a single sentence that made Ma Hongjun's whole face turn beet red.
Ma Hongjun mumbled for a while but couldn't find a way to argue back. In the end, he just sat there sulking.
Once again, Tang San took on the fatherly role. He raised a hand and said solemnly:
"Since the other guy was in the wrong, we have every reason to fight back."
"Just a Soul Ancestor dares challenge Shrek Academy!?"
"Fatty, lead the way!"
Han Feng and Dai Mubai eagerly chimed in. Oscar, of course, joined in just for the fun of it.