Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, one of the top-tier beast martial spirits, instantly ignited the excitement of the VIP spectators as Yu Tianheng activated it. A dazzling blue light erupted from the center of his forehead, spreading rapidly across his entire body. Streaks of blue-purple lightning slithered like serpents, coiling and dancing around him.

Visibly, Yu Tianheng's transformation wasn't extensive. The only notable change was the appearance of a lightning-shaped mark on his forehead and a dramatic alteration to his right arm. His right sleeve disintegrated as his arm expanded, growing nearly half a foot longer. The arm now looked monstrous—thick, covered in blue-purple scales, and tipped with claws. The lightning crackled and danced, condensing and surging across his transformed dragon arm, around which his spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—rotated.

Yun Feng's sharp gaze bypassed the Shi brothers in the front, locking onto Yu Tianheng's changes.

In his past life, Yun Feng had learned much about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit. Its unique characteristic was its reliance on sub-dragon spirit beasts for spirit rings. Starting at Level 30, every spirit ring obtained brought the wielder closer to becoming a dragon, manifesting physical changes. By Level 70, a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master could achieve full dragon transformation, becoming a terrifying force.

If Yu Tianheng were Level 70, Zhao Wuji's Vigorous Vajra Bear wouldn't even come close to matching him, Yun Feng thought. After all, what is a bear to a dragon?

At present, Yu Tianheng's right arm had already become a dragon arm, complete with scales and claws. Meanwhile, behind him, Dugu Yan's transformation caught Yun Feng's attention as well, momentarily making him pause. Her legs had vanished, replaced by a massive snake tail. A jade-green diamond-shaped scale adorned her forehead, complementing her serpentine allure. It was no wonder her figure was so captivating.

In contrast, Oslo, the Ghost Leopard Spirit Master, showed only minor changes, while Yu Feng's transformation as the Windchime Bird Spirit Master was the most striking. A pair of tawny wings unfolded from his back, their feathers firm and sturdy. These wings were not conjured but a transformation of his arms, giving him an aerial vantage point as he hovered above.

Yun Feng didn't bother looking for Ye Lingling, though he regretted not seeing her yet. As beautiful as she might be, until I master dual-cultivation techniques, there's no point adding more… complications, he mused.

Hovering above, Dou Dou fluttered her white wings and announced with her clear voice,

"Let the battle begin!"

The Emperor Team, like a fully charged locomotive, surged forward with well-maintained formation. They advanced with overwhelming momentum, exuding confidence.

Yun Feng, deciding not to hold back, allowed his spirit rings to materialize. One yellow, two purple, and one black ring emerged, drawing gasps from the VIP audience.

"So the rumors are true! His spirit ring configuration… it's real!"

"I thought it was just a myth. Who could believe something so outrageous?"

The audience's disbelief stemmed from deeply ingrained norms. In their world, the established rules of spirit ring absorption were considered unbreakable. Yun Feng's spirit ring configuration—impossible by their standards—shattered their understanding.

The Emperor Team, though aware of Yun Feng's spirit rings, couldn't suppress their astonishment when seeing them firsthand. Even Yu Tianheng, with his extraordinary beast martial spirit, dared not absorb rings that exceeded the standard age limits. Yet Yun Feng had a second ring that was purple and a fourth that was black—unheard of in their realm.

Yun Feng didn't wait for them to recover from their shock. His spirit power surged, propelling him forward with extraordinary speed. His steps were so swift and fluid that they seemed almost supernatural. Red dragon scales appeared on his body, mirroring Yu Tianheng's transformation but with a crimson hue.

Reaching the Shi brothers at the forefront, Yun Feng launched a straightforward punch toward Shi Mo. The brothers, wrapped in the earthy yellow light of their defensive Black Tortoise martial spirits, dismissed the attack.

As if a simple punch could penetrate our defense, they thought. Their martial spirits were top-tier defensive beast spirits, and their faith in their turtle shells was unshakable.

However, as Yun Feng's punch connected, Shi Mo felt a sudden heat where the impact landed. His confidence wavered. Why does it feel like my defenses are melting?

Yu Tianheng, sensing the danger, leaped into action. With his dragon arm crackling with energy, he lunged at Yun Feng, aiming a crushing blow at him. But Yun Feng's battle instincts, honed through countless fights, were razor-sharp. Predicting the attack, he sidestepped effortlessly, leaving Yu Tianheng striking at empty air.

Without hesitation, Yun Feng redirected his momentum, closing in on Dugu Yan. His strategy was simple: as the sole fighter on his side, he needed to disrupt the opponent's formation, forcing them into defensive play. By targeting Dugu Yan, he ensured the Emperor Team would hesitate to attack recklessly, fearing friendly fire.

Meanwhile, Shi Mo glanced at his shell, which bore a faint but visible crack. Blood seeped from the wound. Seeing this, Ye Lingling activated her Nine-Hearted Begonia martial spirit. Her hands glowed softly as healing light enveloped Shi Mo, closing the wound almost instantly.

In the VIP room, Ning Rongrong frowned.

"Why isn't Yun Feng dealing with Ye Lingling first? With her there, the Emperor Team is practically unkillable!"

Her frustration mirrored the tension building among the spectators. On the battlefi

eld, however, Yun Feng knew exactly what he was doing.