Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

The Windchime Bird Spirit Master plummeted from the air as his spirit possessed state abruptly ended. The Ghost Leopard Spirit Master, mid-sprint, lost the boost from his martial spirit and tumbled face-first into the ground. The rest of the Emperor Team, including Dugu Yan, also reverted to their normal states, their martial spirits forcibly deactivated.

Under Yun Feng's intense gaze, the six members of the Emperor Team struggled frantically to summon their spirit power. Yet their bodies remained utterly drained, leaving them powerless to act. The oppressive aura blanketing the arena seemed to suppress not only their strength but also their voices, rendering them incapable of even calling out to surrender.

In the world of Douluo, even ordinary people possessed trace amounts of spirit power. However, against Yun Feng's terrifying presence, every trace of their spirit power was forcibly sealed. For the first time, the Emperor Team felt the creeping terror of death.

Panic consumed the six fighters as they realized their helplessness. Even the spectators in the VIP section, including Tang San, Xiao Wu, Grandmaster, and Qin Ming, were gripped by dread. They knew that if Yun Feng truly acted on his threat, the consequences would be catastrophic. If he killed the entire Emperor Team, it wouldn't take more than three days for Shrek Academy to be erased from existence.

Grandmaster's voice trembled with urgency as he turned to Flender.

"Flender, do something! If you don't stop him now, it'll be too late!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji, spurred by Grandmaster's words, wasted no time. Summoning their martial spirits, they dashed toward the arena at full speed. Qin Ming, several nobles, and even the arena's manager, Ao, followed closely behind.

Meanwhile, Yun Feng stood on the stage, his expression cold as he surveyed the defeated team below. His voice carried an icy edge as he asked,

"So, remind me, what did you call me just now?"

One breath, two breaths, three breaths passed, and no one dared to respond. Yun Feng's cold smile widened.

"Since you're all so stubborn, then you can die here."

Dugu Yan inwardly cursed her own recklessness, regret flooding her mind. She wanted desperately to apologize but found herself unable to muster even a whisper under Yun Feng's oppressive aura. How could she have known that her taunts would push him to such extremes?

Flender and the others arrived just as Yun Feng's fourth spirit ring began to glow ominously. The air around him rippled with overwhelming force as Yun Feng unleashed his fourth spirit ability: Dragon's Pulse.

This ability amplified his overall attributes by 350% and released shockwaves that suppressed any spirit power weaker than his own. The resulting waves of energy surged outward, crushing everything in their path. The arena trembled as tiles shattered beneath the pressure.

The onlookers could hardly believe their eyes.

This is a Spirit Elder? No, this is the power of a monster!

Flender, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming, and Ao were forced to activate their martial spirits in full force to withstand the onslaught. They couldn't let the Emperor Team perish—not just for the team's sake but to prevent a political disaster.

Through their combined efforts, they managed to contain the shockwaves. As the attack subsided, Flender wiped the sweat from his brow and hurried to Yun Feng's side. He clasped his hands together and practically pleaded,

"Yun Feng, I beg you! Please stop! If you kill them, even your backers won't be able to protect you!"

Yun Feng smirked. He knew Flender was right, but his goal had already been achieved. Satisfied with the despair he had sown, he allowed his aura to fade. His expression softened into one of feigned innocence as he looked at the gathered onlookers.

"Headmaster Flender, the match isn't over yet. If you interfere now, who's going to decide the winner?"

Before Flender could respond, Qin Ming stepped forward, his face a mixture of fear and respect.

"You win. The Emperor Team surrenders."

He turned to Ao.

"Manager Ao, as the Emperor Team's leader, I formally concede. This should be within the rules, correct?"

Ao nodded vigorously, eager to end the ordeal.

"Of course, of course. This match's winner is Yun Feng!"

The Emperor Team's members looked utterly defeated, their faces pale. Yu Tianheng, who had regained consciousness just in time to hear the outcome, grimaced as pain shot through his injured arm. His expression darkened with resentment, but under Qin Ming's sharp gaze, he bit back his complaints.

The Emperor Team regrouped, each member supporting the other as they huddled together. Their humiliation was palpable, especially for Yu Tianheng and the Shi brothers, whose faces were like storm clouds.

Yu Tianheng met Yun Feng's gaze, his own filled with defiance.

"You're strong, but don't think you beat us entirely. You only won because your spirit power was greater than ours."

Yun Feng chuckled lightly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, yes, it was all thanks to my superior spirit power. Your teamwork and strategy were flawless. If not for that, who knows how the battle would've ended?"

Yu Tianheng's face lit up slightly, interpreting Yun Feng's words as a compliment. To him, it was a small comfort—a way to salvage his pride. Little did he know, Yun Feng's comment was dripping with mockery.

Unlike Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan and the others remained silent, their expressions grim. They had been forced to confront their mortality in the most brutal way possible, and Yun Feng's words only deepened their humiliation.

Yu Tianheng straightened, his voice filled with forced confidence.

"Next time, we won't make the same mistakes. We'll face you without any flaws."

Yun Feng smirked and replied lazily,

"Just remember not to use foul language next time. I really hate that."

He glanced pointedly at Dugu Yan, who felt her scalp prickle under his gaze. Her body tensed, her heart racing as a mix of fear and confusion gripped her. The sight of Yun Feng's calm yet commanding presence left her shaken, though she stubbornly avoided meeting his eyes.

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