Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Dou Dou understood that most of the spectators in the VIP rooms had already done their research. These nobles had their own information channels and wouldn't bet on anyone without thorough investigation. Similarly, they must have studied Yun Feng, their opponent, extensively.

Thus, she kept her introduction brief.

"Alright, no more unnecessary words from me. Let's welcome both teams to the stage!"

As she spoke, a white light suddenly erupted from her body. A streak of white appeared in her brown wavy hair, and a pair of pristine white wings unfurled from her back. Three yellow spirit rings materialized around her, and her third ring lit up. With a light flap of her wings, she gracefully rose into the air, holding her amplification soul tool.

Dou Dou was a Spirit Elder. Although her third spirit ring wasn't optimal, the ability it granted her—flight—was invaluable for a spirit master with a flying martial spirit. Her martial spirit was a white dove, a symbol of peace and harmony.

As she ascended, the gates on both sides of the arena opened soundlessly, and the two teams walked toward the center of the combat platform.

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Yun Feng felt a slight sense of discomfort upon noticing the absence of the usual enthusiastic fans in the arena. It was his first time performing on a stage devoid of cheering crowds. Quickly shaking off the feeling, he refocused his attention on his opponents, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Clearly, he found the situation intriguing.

Facing him was the Emperor Team. Leading the group was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master, Yu Tianheng, followed by Dugu Yan. Behind them were the Shi brothers, the defensive Black Tortoise Spirit Masters. Next came Oslo, the Ghost Leopard Spirit Master, and Yu Feng, the Windchime Bird Spirit Master. Finally, at the rear was the mysterious Nine-Hearted Begonia Spirit Master, Ye Lingling.

As Yun Feng observed the team, they were also scrutinizing him. Dugu Yan, in particular, felt a strange sense of familiarity as she gazed at him, as if she had seen him somewhere before. However, she quickly dismissed the thought, refocusing her mind on the imminent battle.

Yu Tianheng, on the other hand, locked eyes with Yun Feng as they approached.

"So, you're the one who thinks he can take on all seven of us?"

Yun Feng wasn't expecting trash talk but greeted it with a faint, dismissive smile.

"Are you blind? I'm already on the stage. Can't you tell?"

The comment hit a nerve, and the Emperor Team bristled with anger. Even Dugu Yan, who had initially felt some goodwill toward Yun Feng, felt her temper flare. She forgot Qin Ming's instructions to stay calm and snapped.

"You've got a big mouth, kid!"

"You're the first person to dare talk to the Emperor Team like this!"

Seeing the rising anger in his opponents, Yun Feng chuckled behind his mask and replied,

"I hope you'll still be able to talk after the match."

Yu Tianheng, barely able to contain his fury, managed to maintain his composure for the sake of his image.

"Let's settle this with our strength, then," he said coldly.

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The tension was palpable as the two teams squared off. The VIP spectators relished the pre-fight drama, though many doubted Yun Feng's ability to handle seven opponents alone. No matter how talented he was, they thought, he couldn't possibly win.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu and the others had been escorted to a VIP box to watch the match. Seeing the Emperor Team's smug behavior, they couldn't hide their frustration.

"Who do they think they are, starting with insults? I hope Yun Feng gives them a good beating!" Xiao Wu huffed.

Above the arena, Dou Dou flapped her wings and spoke in her soothing, melodic voice.

"Participants, please prepare your martial spirits. You have one minute to summon them. The match will begin on my signal. The fight will end when one side concedes, is entirely incapacitated, or is forced out of the arena."

The Emperor Team immediately released their spirit power, a surge of energy so intense that Dou Dou instinctively rose higher into the air for safety. She had seen many powerful team battles, but few radiated such concentrated fighting spirit.

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At the edges of the arena, the two teams' respective mentors faced each other. On Yun Feng's side were Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Yu Xiaogang, while Qin Ming stood alone on the Emperor Team's side.

Flender's expression shifted as he recognized Qin Ming in the distance. His initial tension eased into a more neutral demeanor.

"Wuji, do you see who that is?"

Zhao Wuji followed his gaze and was equally surprised.

"How could it be him…?"

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Back on the stage, Yun Feng stood calmly, his hands behind his back. His unruffled demeanor exuded an air of dominance that unnerved the Emperor Team. Their confidence wavered, and Yu Tianheng and his teammates couldn't hide their unease.

He's making us look like clowns! Yu Tianheng thought angrily.

Despite the tension, Yun Feng didn't underestimate his opponents. Observing their formation, he noted the strategic placement of the Shi brothers at the forefront. When Dou Dou announced the start of the match, the brothers roared simultaneously, unleashing their martial spirits.

Earthy yellow light surged around them as they shrugged off their upper garments, revealing chiseled physiques akin to granite. As their martial spirits activated, their shoulders pushed forward, their backs hunching slightly. The light coalesced into enormous dark yellow shells that enveloped their backs and fronts, their limbs shortening slightly as the transformation completed.

The center of their plastrons bore a glowing blue symbol, and three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—hovered around them. Their imposing forms, combined with the eerie glow of their spirit rings, presented a formidable barrier.

Between the Shi brothers, Yu Tianheng stood visible, ready to command his team.

Yun Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed their formation. A faint, razor-sharp aura emanated from him, clashing with the Emperor Team's collective energy. His oppressive presence alone was enough to suppress their fighting spirit momentarily.

Let's see how you handle this, Yun Feng thought as the battle began in earnest.