Douluo: I Am Unparalleled in the World

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"You're right, I really want to chop off your head and feed it to a soul beast."

"Sizzle——!"

He couldn't really be planning to chop off Brock's head, could he?

Just as Feng was about to release his Soul Power, Tang San seized the final opportunity for a surprise attack.

If he couldn't defeat Feng now, then there was really no other way!

He'd already used several hidden weapons, all of which Feng had knocked back!

This left him feeling quite helpless.

"Stop!!"

"????"

Feng looked at Tang San standing opposite him with a puzzled expression.

Tang San was preventing Feng from laying a hand on his teacher!

Seeing Brock in a half-dead state, his heart ached and he decided to fight once again and see if, by any chance, he might prevail!

He was willing to bet that Feng was just talking big to scare Brock and wouldn't really chop off Brock's head.

"Given a hundred guts, you wouldn't dare take down my head,"

"Do you dare?!"

"If you really dare, I'll give you my life," Brock declared.

Feng's mouth curved into a slight smile.

"You may regret saying that when it's too late to regret," Feng said with a sneer.

So, Feng boosted his Soul Power to one hundred percent!

Although it didn't increase to two hundred percent, one hundred percent was more than enough for Brock.

Brock's abilities were limited, and against Feng's powerful Soul Power, it was difficult for him to fight back.

Unless the other side was cheating, that is!

But such an opportunity, for Brock, was probably hard to come by in this lifetime.

"Titan Giant Ape Strength."

"Bang——!"

A giant fist hit Brock, who then lay motionless on the ground.

This must be close to death, right?

Tang San was very worried that Brock, once hit, might never wake up again and rushed over to check on him.

Fortunately, there was still breath; he had just passed out, not died completely!

"One less person, things seem a bit quieter."

At this moment, Du Gubo suddenly spoke up.

Tang San glared at Du Gubo with resentment in his eyes!

"What, is there something dirty on my face?"

Du Gubo asked as he reached to touch his face.

He wiped off the ash and patted his hands together a few times gently.

"Senior Du Gu Bo, you've been in cahoots all along, haven't you? You had calculated that we would appear here, and your relationship with Feng is quite extraordinary, totally beyond ordinary. Feng couldn't possibly have taken you as his master, could he."

"To be honest, Feng is indeed superior to me in some aspects, but all these things he has should have been mine, like your Dugu Family Immortal Grass Elixir and the Bluesilver Emperor on his body, they should belong to me, Tang San. From childhood, Feng was a bad kid. We were classmates at Shrek Academy many years ago. Because he had a bad heart from a young age, nobody wanted to play with him, and he was always ostracized. Indeed, it does seem quite pitiful, but that was his own problem and shouldn't be blamed on me. It's ridiculous, isn't it? To talk about slaughtering upon every meeting, that's just unreasonable troublemaking," Tang San said as he tried to clear his name.

Du Gubo listened, stunned by Tang San's words; he didn't know what Feng had been like as a child!

However, from the years they spent together, Feng hadn't seemed the vile character Tang San described, but rather a clever and spirited youngster who could sometimes be quite kind, not the vile character Brock and Tang San thought he was.

"Oh, really? I wasn't aware that he was such a person," Du Gubo said, looking at Feng.

He was sitting on the ground.

It wasn't meant for Du Gubo to be involved; the fight had merely escalated back to its starting point which was why he hadn't left.

He was waiting for Feng to handle them, teacher and student, cleanly. Feng was close to succeeding as Brock lay unconscious.

"Old Poison, what nonsense are you talking about? Shut your ears for me, this is a private matter of mine, Feng, and you don't need to know," Feng said, not wanting Du Gubo to become aware of the situation, but it was too late; Du Gubo already roughly understood the whole matter.

Feng stared at Du Gubo with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I, Du Gubo, won't speak out of turn. This is a matter between you and them, unrelated to me. I'm just here to settle my own business. Brock still owes me a debt, only half of which has been paid off, with half still remaining," Du Gubo said, suddenly laughing.

"Flayer, is it true what you're saying? That you've been looked down upon since you were a child, even an orphan with no parents? People did indeed often bully you, which in the eyes of outsiders seems quite pitiful. But what does it matter? Aren't you living quite well now? It's just that some people are jealous and can't stand to see you doing better than them. With their own lack of strength, they still blame others; that's the trickery of a petty person. The best choice is to stay away from them, or better yet, to kill them outright," the old man said, suddenly questioning Feng.

Typically, Du Gubo would not mince words, but deep down, he genuinely cared for Feng!

As an elder, he was advising Feng on how to proceed next. But do you think Feng would listen to his request to kill Tang San and the others?

Feng had said a long time ago that he intended to kill them himself one day; it was just a matter of time and not the right moment yet.

"Hmph! How could I possibly be Du Gubo's disciple? He's not worthy of being my teacher. With his meager strength, how can he train me? It would be a complete joke," Feng scoffed.

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