Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 286 Gambling Battle

"Damn it! I'm finally out!"

This excited, wild-looking figure was none other than Han Feng, who had painstakingly traversed the far north!

Han Feng managed to break free from the far north in the last five days of the eighty-one-day period. The hardships he endured are beyond words.

Han Feng had always thought that the quality of life in Douluo Continent was too low. Not to mention compared with the extravagant and decadent life in his previous life, it was too simple even compared with ordinary people. It wasn't until he traveled to the far north that Han Feng realized that any horizontal comparison that ignores the context of the times is just being irresponsible!

Han Feng's experience in the far north made him personally realize how arduous and extraordinary efforts human ancestors made for the continuation and development of civilization!

In just eighty-one days, Han Feng was already driven almost crazy!

Fortunately, Han Feng was reborn in this era. If we had gone back tens of thousands of years, to a time of primitive wilderness where people lived by hunting and gathering, the first thing Han Feng would have done after being born would probably have been to slit his own throat!

Let's bet on our next life!

"Where did this savage savage come from!?" Han Feng's sudden shout startled the surrounding Soul Masters!

A burly man stepped out from the crowd, glared at Han Feng, and shouted angrily.

Han Feng's current appearance is really not flattering. He smells bad and shouts loudly regardless of the occasion, which is sure to cause dissatisfaction among others.

Upon hearing this, Han Feng looked at himself, sniffed, and even found the smell unbearable. His lips twitched as he muttered under his breath, "Tsk! I'm practically pickled!"

Thinking this, Han Feng gave the burly man an apologetic smile and then planned to find a place to wash up and tidy himself up.

But the big man had no intention of letting Han Feng go.

He was a renowned figure in this Soul Hunter Town, a powerful Soul King, yet he rebuked Han Feng, a wild beggar whose soul power fluctuations were so weak they were almost imperceptible. Han Feng simply grinned at him and was about to leave!

"Stop right there! Did I say you could leave?!"

Thinking of this, the burly man took a step forward and grabbed Han Feng's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand, trying to pull Han Feng back.

To the strong man's surprise, his hand felt like it was gripping a piece of refined iron. Not only did he fail to harm Han Feng in the slightest, but his arm was also cracking from the recoil. Even more astonishingly, the strong man's unexpected move, intended to pull Han Feng back from his step, turned out to be like a giant, his steps unimpeded. Instead, the strong man himself was tripped up and stumbled!

The burly man was shocked. His own people knew what was going on with him. He didn't want to cause trouble for Han Feng, but Han Feng's nonchalant attitude made him feel embarrassed. So he didn't use much soul power in this slap. But he was, after all, a powerful attack-type beast martial soul king!

Could this gaunt, savage beggar in front of me be some kind of humanoid spirit beast?

Han Feng frowned, glanced at the hand on his shoulder, turned to look at the burly man, narrowed his eyes, and asked indifferently, "What is it?"

With just one glance, the burly man felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat involuntarily streamed down his forehead!

At this moment, the burly man realized that the person before him was definitely not someone to be trifled with. However, not wanting to lose face, he forced himself to calm down, swallowed hard, and reluctantly released his hand from Han Feng's shoulder. He coughed dryly and said, "I only stopped you because I didn't know your background!"

Han Feng was taken aback when he saw this, but smiled to himself, thinking to himself that this man was quite flexible and adaptable.

"So what do you plan to do?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and asked with a playful expression.

Faced with Han Feng's questioning, the burly man stared wide-eyed, unsure of what to do.

Fighting was out of the question. Based on Han Feng's brief display of skill, the burly man was certain he was no match for Han Feng. But besides fighting, he couldn't think of any other ideas.

Scratching his head, the burly man looked at Han Feng's teasing gaze and became a little anxious.

Han Feng didn't press him further. He smiled slightly and suggested, "How about this? I was indeed rude just now. I'm willing to take your attack. If I can't take it unscathed, I'll pretend nothing happened. If I do take it, I won't blame you for your disrespect. All you need is a place for me to wash up, a meal, and a picture of the nearest active volcano! What do you think?"

At first glance, Han Feng's suggestion seemed a bit excessive.

After all, Han Feng only needed to take one blow from the strong man, and regardless of success or failure, he wouldn't have to pay any price. In reality, Han Feng was already showing a compassionate heart.

If it were someone with a short temper, that tug from the burly man would have been enough to send his head flying!

The strong have an inherently domineering power over the weak!

The burly man didn't see anything wrong with what Han Feng said; in fact, he thought Han Feng was magnanimous. What made him hesitate was why Han Feng, having come from the far north, would want to find an active volcano!

Where in the far north, in this freezing cold, can you find an active volcano?!

"What? Not satisfied?" Han Feng frowned and asked in a low voice when he saw that the burly man still had a strange look on his face.

"Of course not!" The burly man quickly shook his head, then hesitated and said, "It's just that the nearest volcano is thousands of miles away, this..."

"It's alright! This has nothing to do with you!" Han Feng waved his hand dismissively.

Seeing Han Feng so carefree, the burly man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony! Forward! Uh... young friend, be careful!" The burly man didn't hesitate, immediately summoning his Berserker Bear Martial Soul. Five soul rings—one white, one yellow, two purple, and one black—appeared behind him. He shouted, but couldn't help but stammer...

Aside from the strength he inadvertently revealed, Han Feng doesn't look like a senior expert at all!

Han Feng chuckled lightly, not minding at all, and showed no intention of releasing his martial spirit. He simply beckoned to the burly man with his finger.

"Young friend...aren't you going to use your Martial Soul?" The burly man had been waiting for Han Feng for a long time, but Han Feng still hadn't used his Martial Soul. He scratched his head and asked awkwardly.

Upon hearing this, Han Feng rolled his eyes and snapped irritably, "Enough nonsense! Using my Martial Soul would be a bit unfair, so let's just leave it at that, lest you accuse me of ripping you off for your meal!"

"Huh..." The burly man didn't quite understand what Han Feng was saying.

It's just a meal.

At most, how much can someone eat? As a Soul King, surely I can afford to treat someone to a meal?!

"Alright then! Be careful, young friend!" Without further hesitation, the burly man shouted and pounced on Han Feng.

The burly man was honest. Seeing that Han Feng hadn't used his martial soul, and that he himself hadn't used his ten-thousand-year soul ring, the third purple thousand-year soul ring behind him suddenly lit up. It was as if a giant bear phantom appeared behind the burly man, and his hands transformed into huge bear paws, slamming down towards Han Feng!

Judging from his demeanor, the burly man was not underestimating Han Feng; he must have used all his strength!

Seeing this, Han Feng calmly loosened his muscles and raised his thin arms.

Compared to the burly bear's paw, Han Feng's arms were as fragile as two matchsticks.

Boom!

What's astonishing is that these arms, which might not even be as thick as a strong man's paw or fingers, actually blocked the strong man's attack. Two heavy thuds were heard, and Han Feng effortlessly grabbed the strong man's paw, a mocking smile on his lips. Under the strong man's horrified gaze, he casually flipped him over and threw him away!

In contrast, Han Feng calmly withdrew his hand and stood still, as if nothing had happened.

Even after the burly man landed, his face still held a bewildered expression, as if asking, "What happened?!"

He clearly didn't sense any soul power fluctuations from Han Feng, but he still managed to fly out!

Upon realizing this, the burly man gasped, his pupils shrinking in shock!

But Han Feng calmly walked up to the burly man, helped him up, and laughed, "Alright! I won. As agreed, you owe me a meal!"

"Oh... Oh oh!" The burly man nodded blankly.

The burly man had no idea that Han Feng had been starving for over a hundred days, and with dried meat every day, he was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back!

Considering Han Feng's increased appetite after his body-refining exercises, the burly man might find it more bearable to let Han Feng give him a good beating.

(End of this chapter)