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Chapter 30 Han Feng's Strength

"Haha! Kid! This isn't me bullying you, but since the girl has spoken, I can't let you make the first move!"

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily twice, then his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he threw a punch with immense force at Han Feng!

A look of worry flashed across Ning Rongrong's eyes. Xiao Wu, standing beside her, couldn't bear it and comforted her, "It's alright. Teacher Zhao knows how to use his strength. Besides, this kind of idiot deserves a beating from Teacher Zhao to wake him up!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong recalled all the things Han Feng had done along the way. She gritted her teeth, suppressed the worry in her eyes, and gave a soft snort: "That's right! This kind of idiot deserves to die!"

Han Feng didn't hear those words. At this moment, all he could see was Zhao Wuji's punch. Although Zhao Wuji didn't use any soul skills, this punch was still terrifying enough. In the previous exchange, Zhao Wuji had already reached Han Feng's limit. At this moment, Han Feng's limit of resistance was probably around the Soul Master level, but not quite at the high level of the Soul Master.

Of course, this is without considering the abnormal effects of Fate's Protection.

Zhao Wuji's power was controlled at around level 45 or 46, which would neither exceed Han Feng's limit nor make Han Feng struggle to cope.

Zhao Wuji was determined to teach Han Feng a lesson!

"Tsk!"

Han Feng clicked his tongue lightly, his first spirit ring lit up, and the Fate Control skill was successfully activated. Zhao Wuji's punch was once again easily neutralized by Han Feng.

A strange light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes: "That soul skill again!? The soul skill is not bad, but can you keep using it!?"

Han Feng remained silent. Of course, the power of destiny could not be used indefinitely, but that did not mean he was truly helpless.

"Stop calling me 'little kid' and 'little devil.' Is the name 'Han Feng' something you dislike? Or is it stuck in your throat, making you cough? If you don't know how to pronounce it, I can teach you. Come on, repeat after me: 'Riverbank—Han...'"

"Hmph! Let's see if you still have the energy to talk!"

"boom!"

Faced with Han Feng's sarcastic tone, Zhao Wuji snorted angrily and threw another punch—this punch even generated wind pressure!

"male!"

Han Feng dared not be careless. His pupils contracted, and a towering flame surged forth, the intense heat even drying up the surrounding moisture!

"Empty! Boom boom boom!"

Zhao Wuji intentionally increased the force of his punch, wanting to teach Han Feng a lesson and let Han Feng understand what it means to respect teachers and value the way, and to prioritize the accomplished. However, he did not expect that his punch would not have the devastating effect he had imagined. It was as if he had hit a piece of metal or stone. Han Feng only took three steps back before regaining his footing!

At this moment, Han Feng's appearance had changed drastically. His whole body was burning like flames. But upon closer inspection, it could be seen that it was not Han Feng who was burning, but rather that Han Feng's entire body was covered with a layer of flame armor that resembled a true armor. The Blazing Shield had even transformed into a double shield, one on the left and one on the right, protecting Han Feng's arms.

Original Soul Skill! Fiery Dragon Armor!

Okay... Han Feng has to admit that this soul skill has absolutely nothing to do with the Flame Dragon Armor. He can neither combine it to become the Emperor Armor nor summon the Flame Dragon Steed. In fact, it's similar to 'The Mask of Emptiness,' a name he forcibly stole.

This time, even Zhao Wuji couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Han Feng surprised him far too much, always exceeding his expectations, as if there were no limits!

Even so, Han Feng couldn't shake his talkative nature. He chuckled, slightly out of breath, "Excuse me, I just happen to have a little energy left to say a few more words! If you could spare a couple more, perhaps I could manage to squeeze out a few more. With a little effort, it's not impossible to manage a sentence or two!"

"Oh! By the way! Could you please turn your voice down a bit? It's giving me a headache!"

This time, Zhao Wuji wasn't angry. His rugged face betrayed his admiration as he laughed loudly, "Good! Let me see what else you can say!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Boom!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he stomped out like a raging bear, each step creating a visible crater in the ground. When he finally unleashed his punch, Han Feng even heard a loud explosion!

"boom!"

As Zhao Wuji landed, Han Feng neither dodged nor evaded, taking the punch head-on. But this time, Zhao Wuji increased the force, sending Han Feng flying backward. He rolled several times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

At this moment, Han Feng looked extremely disheveled, feeling as if his internal organs were all churning together—that old bastard Zhao Wuji had actually used the power of a Soul King in that punch!

This time, Han Feng had no room to speak. Every movement he made was extremely painful, and he could only stare at Zhao Wuji with his neck stiff.

Seeing Han Feng's disheveled appearance, Zhao Wuji felt a surge of unprecedented exhilaration, mixed with a sense of satisfaction: "Haha! Let me teach you a lesson! Don't try to show off before you have absolute strength. Right now, I'm stronger than you, so I can beat you. This is only possible in the academy. If this were anywhere else on the continent, you would have been courting death!"

Han Feng understood the logic, but he refused to accept it!

Unable to speak, Han Feng, fearing his gaze wasn't clear enough, forced a smile despite the excruciating pain, his mouth full of blood and foam!

Zhao Wuji was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Han Feng's reaction. After a moment of surprise, he grinned and said, "That's tough enough! But toughness needs to be backed by real strength!"

"boom!"

Having said that, Zhao Wuji threw another punch, simple and brutal—this punch, however, was less powerful than the previous two. Han Feng was already injured, and Zhao Wuji dared not truly harm this little monster.

"Ding!"

The moment Zhao Wuji made his move, Han Feng also moved, his yellow spirit ring flashed, but this time, it wasn't his first spirit ring, but his second spirit ring!

The next moment, Han Feng appeared in front of Zhao Wuji with his back to him. However, he managed to dodge Zhao Wuji's punch. At this moment, Zhao Wuji was wearing his True Body Armor, and his body was more than twice the size of Han Feng's. Han Feng could even hide in Zhao Wuji's arms!

Second Soul Skill! Fixed-Point Guardian!

Who says you can only Flash in front of your teammates? Han Feng is about to Flash in front of the opponent!

Of course, there are drawbacks to doing this. If the opponent reacts quickly enough, they can kill Han Feng directly from behind!

However, he didn't have this concern when facing Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji reacted quickly, but he was perhaps a bit too overconfident at that moment.

"ha!"

Without hesitation, Han Feng quickly turned around, charged up his shield bash, clenched his fists, and jumped in front of Zhao Wuji by stepping on Zhao Wuji's knees. He unleashed his Soul Master level power and slammed it down on Zhao Wuji's face!

"bump!"

The immense force turned Zhao Wuji's face to the side, but he didn't fall down. After all, it was only the strength of a Soul Master, while Zhao Wuji was a powerful Soul Saint with a Martial Soul!

But this scene still stunned Tang San and the others—was this what Han Feng meant by "a little" attack ability?

This punch exhausted all of Han Feng's soul power. The Flame Dragon Armor automatically dissipated, and without the support of power, the mere recoil force sent Han Feng flying.

Zhao Wuji was still a little stunned. He did not expect Han Feng to be so audacious as to teleport to his front with his back turned, exposing his back to avoid the punch, and then delivering a punch to him with a long-prepared shield strike!

This gave Zhao Wuji the feeling that Han Feng had worked so hard not to buy time, but simply for that final punch!

Zhao Wuji touched his face, where a faint bloodstain had been left. This made Zhao Wuji feel a bit aggrieved. If the other teachers knew that he had been beaten bloody by a student with only two rings, they would laugh him to death.

Meanwhile, Han Feng, no longer able to fight, saw the bloodstains on Zhao Wuji's face and the incense stick that was only a quarter of its original length. He smiled contentedly, ignoring the excruciating pain, and roared to the sky, "Tang San! I've messed up! The rest is up to you. Don't let all my efforts be in vain!"

After shouting, Han Feng's head lolled to the side and he passed out.

The Flame Dragon Armor consumes a great deal of soul power, and coupled with the squandering of soul skills such as Charged Shield Strike, even if Han Feng's soul power was very pure, it was eventually exhausted.

Looking at Han Feng, who had already fainted, Zhao Wuji never imagined that he would be tricked by Han Feng!

Why did Han Feng refuse Zhao Wuji's previous proposal? Wasn't it just to make Tang San and Zhao Wuji fight?

Han Feng understood that Tang San wouldn't go all out if Xiao Wu wasn't injured, and with him there, it would be difficult for Xiao Wu to get hurt. So he simply went along with Zhao Wuji's wishes and had a one-on-one spar with him, since he was already a bit angry from being targeted by Zhao Wuji earlier!

Doesn't Zhao Wuji like to bully the weak?

Han Feng then gifted him a Haotian Blacksmithing Set!

(End of this chapter)