Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Black dragon scales, golden wings.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue's auras surged, and they pounced on Golden Crocodile Douluo at the same time.

The Panlong Staff, carrying earth-shattering power, slammed towards Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The holy sword, radiating a light that seemed to judge everything, pierced towards Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The two worked together even more seamlessly than they had seven days ago, as if they were one person.

Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his right hand and struck out with his palm.

There are no fancy soul skills, no complicated moves, only the simplest palm strike.

But this palm strike carried the full power of a level 99 peerless Douluo, his hundreds of years of combat experience, and his confidence to crush everything.

The Panlong Staff collided with the palm of the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Ling Feng's body jolted violently, and the Panlong Staff almost slipped from his grasp. His tiger's mouth split open, and blood splattered everywhere.

The Holy Sword collided with the palm of the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Qian Renxue's body jolted violently, the holy sword nearly slipped from her grasp, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth.

Both of them were sent flying backwards and crashed heavily to the ground.

Golden Crocodile Douluo withdrew his hand, looked at them, and his gaze was calm.

"good.

You are much better than you were seven days ago.

But that's not enough.

Ling Feng got up, holding the Panlong Staff horizontally in front of him, panting heavily.

His body was covered in wounds, and his soul power was almost exhausted, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Qian Renxue got up, holding the Holy Sword in her hand, panting heavily.

Her body was covered in wounds, and her soul power was almost exhausted, but her eyes were equally astonishingly bright.

"Again."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"it is good."

A month later, Ling Feng and Qian Renxue's strength had made a qualitative leap.

Ling Feng's soul power increased from level 75 to level 78, and Qian Renxue's soul power increased from level 73 to level 76.

Their combat experience, combat skills, and combat awareness are all significantly better than they were a month ago.

More importantly, they learned to cooperate.

Chapter 148 News from the Haotian Sect

It's not a simple matter of you attacking and me defending, but true teamwork—a meeting of minds, like one person.

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, looking at the two figures in the arena, with a slight smile on his lips.

"good.

You are much stronger than you were a month ago.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue stood in the center of the training ground, panting heavily and covered in sweat, but their eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Grandpa Qian, will you come again tomorrow?"

Ling Feng asked.

Qian Daoliu shook his head.

"Take a break tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow, you will begin new training.

"What kind of training?"

Qian Daoliu looked at them with a deep gaze.

"Real combat."

Real combat.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance, both seeing the expectation in each other's eyes.

Ling Feng woke up before dawn.

I wasn't woken up by noise; I woke up naturally.

A month of intense battles instilled in his body an almost instinctive alertness.

Every morning, when the first rays of sunlight stream into the room through the window, his eyes automatically open, like a clock that has been wound up.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying every battle of the past month.

The Azure Phoenix's wind wall, the Light Feather's crossbow bolts, the Lion's iron fist, the combined attack of Qianjun and Jiangmo, and the Golden Crocodile's palm strike.

Every battle is a baptism, and every fall is a step towards growth.

He touched his ribs, which had been broken by Lion Douluo's punch. They had healed, but a faint pain remained in the bone.

His body was reminding him that he wasn't strong enough.

He got up, dressed, and left the room.

Qian Renxue was already in the courtyard.

She was dressed in a white, fitted outfit, her long golden hair tied in a ponytail, and she held the holy sword in her hand, practicing basic sword techniques.

Her movements were slow and steady, each sword strike carrying a rhythmic quality, like dancing or practicing martial arts.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead in the morning light.

Ling Feng stood under the eaves, looking at her.

He didn't say anything, he just watched quietly.

Qian Renxue's swordsmanship was more refined and restrained than it had been a month ago. There were no superfluous movements or wasted power; every strike was just right.

That was the result of fighting against the worshippers—before absolute power, any fancy moves are futile; only the most basic and solid skills can allow you to hold on for even a moment longer between life and death.

"You've arrived."

Qian Renxue sheathed her sword, turned around, and looked at him.

Her breathing was steady and even, as if the sword technique she had just practiced was merely a warm-up.

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

"You're off today, why didn't you sleep in a little longer?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"I can't sleep."

Qian Renxue looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

"Me too."

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

The morning breeze swept through the courtyard, lifting Qianrenxue's golden hair.

Ling Feng looked at her and suddenly remembered how they first stood in front of the worshippers a month ago.

At that time, they were nervous, excited, and impatient, and then they were defeated by Qingluan Douluo in two moves.

At that time, they thought their talent could crush everything, and that their martial spirit true form could sweep away all opponents.

Then the worshippers showed them with their strength—you are still far from being good enough.

A month later, they were no longer the rookies who were defeated in two moves.

They learned how to fight against opponents stronger than themselves, how to find a way to survive in extreme situations, and how to achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of effort.

But they knew that was far from enough.

Because their opponents were not the worshippers, but Tang Hao, the Haotian Sect, and the Asura God.

"Let's go."

Ling Feng turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Qian Renxue followed behind him.

"where to?"

"Eat breakfast."

The spicy soup shop in the east of the city had already opened. The owner, a man in his fifties, rushed over to greet Ling Feng and Qian Renxue when he saw them.

"Holy Son, Holy Daughter, is it the same as usual today?"

Ling Feng nodded.

The boss turned and called out to the kitchen, "Two bowls of spicy soup, four fried dough sticks!"

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue sat at a table in the corner, neither of them speaking.

The shop was quiet, with only the bubbling soup in the pot and the occasional sizzling sound of fried dough sticks being added to the pan.

Qian Renxue picked up the bowl, took a sip of soup, and the spicy flavor exploded in her mouth, while warmth spread from her stomach to her limbs.

She looked at Ling Feng across from her; he was also drinking soup, his movements unhurried, as if he were savoring something precious.

"Little Wind".

Qian Renxue put down her bowl.

"Ah."