Douluo Continent: I Have a Nameless Law

Gu Nanfeng pointed his sword at Dai Mubai, and three purple soul rings rose up from beneath his feet.

"What!!"

"The first ring in a millennium?! How is this possible?!"

Everyone was shocked, and Dai Mubai even had the thought of backing down. His previous confidence naturally came from the fact that Gu Nanfeng was not very old and at most only at the level of a Great Soul Master, so he thought he could use his level to suppress the other party.

Now things are different. The opponent's martial soul is of a very high grade, and he is also a three-ring Soul Master. Although his level is not as high as his, his soul ring configuration is enough to close the gap between them.

Seeing Dai Mubai back down, Ning Rongrong mocked, "What, are you scared off just because you saw Brother Nanfeng's spirit rings and level?"

"What a cowardly bully! He says genius is just the threshold for joining you guys. He acts like nobody cares about you. You look like a bunch of geniuses, but you're actually more like a bunch of worthless scoundrels."

Zhu Zhuqing curled her lip in disdain and turned her head away.

This instantly stung Dai Mubai's heart. His face turned cold, and he glared at Ning Rongrong, his voice icy and piercing.

“Ning Rongrong, I’m warning you, others may be afraid of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but I’m not. If you insult Shrek Academy again, believe me, I’ll rape you and then kill you, rape you again and kill you again.”

"Is that so? I'd like to see if you have the ability."

Gu Nanfeng stood in front of Ning Rongrong, pointing his sword at Dai Mubai. A sharp sword aura was immediately unleashed, and a thick layer of frost formed on the ground along the way.

"Mu Bai, be careful! That sword energy is no ordinary thing!"

Tang San's gaze turned serious, and he spoke up to remind Dai Mubai.

"Know!"

Dai Mubai's gaze was solemn.

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation."

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

In an instant, Dai Mubai completed the execution of two soul skills. He raised his arms in front of him, and with his strength, he could easily block the mere sword energy, which was not soul power.

puff! !

However, the next moment, Dai Mubai's arms were slashed, and then the cold air invaded his body, freezing his entire arms.

"not good!"

Dai Mubai was shocked and quickly used all his soul power to stop the cold air from spreading further. Fortunately, he was not a mortal and reacted very quickly to some unexpected situations.

He circulated his soul power rapidly, expelling the cold energy from his body, and then shattered the ice crystals attached to his arm.

Then Dai Mubai placed his hands in front of him, like megaphones.

"Try this trick."

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"

Roar! !

Instantly, a white shockwave blasted straight toward Gu Nanfeng.

Gu Nanfeng neither dodged nor avoided, his eyes sharp, as if a sword were moving within them.

"cut!"

With a soft shout, Gu Nanfeng channeled his soul power into the Xuan Shuang Sword, unleashing an arc of sword energy from below. The sword energy was as bright as the moon, icy cold, and incredibly sharp.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The sword energy collided with the shockwave, instantly creating countless ice shards. The speed of the sword energy did not decrease; instead, it directly pierced through the White Tiger's Blazing Light Wave from the middle.

"not good!"

Dai Mubai's pupils constricted, and he quickly withdrew his soul power, hastily rolling to the side to barely avoid the sword strike.

The sword energy swept past Dai Mubai, leaving a long, icy groove before dissipating into the air.

"That's all there is to it."

Gu Nanfeng's words had a double meaning: firstly, it was a disdain for Dai Mubai's previous boasts, and secondly, it was a contempt for the so-called Shrek Seven Devils.

With such limited strength, how could they possibly defeat the Spirit Hall from a parallel universe?

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai felt as if an arrow had pierced through the very symbol of dignity in his heart.

"Hmph, I haven't lost yet, it's too early to say such things!"

After saying that, Dai Mubai activated his martial soul, clenched his fist, and charged towards Gu Nanfeng. Beast martial souls are much stronger than weapon martial soul masters of the same level in terms of strength and physical attributes. Once he gets close, the opponent will definitely not be his match.

Chapter 395 Tang San: How about we make a bet?

"Oh."

Facing Dai Mubai's aggressive charge, Gu Nanfeng smiled contemptuously.

"Your pace is swift, but your trajectory is predictable. If you were invincible in strength, no one could stand against you, but you are not."

"Whether it works or not, we'll find out soon enough!"

Dai Mubai roared, the word "no" was the last thing he could hear. He pushed off with his feet, leaped into the air, and clenched his right fist, aiming for Gu Nanfeng's face.

Gu Nanfeng calmly twirled his sword, then reached out with his left hand, easily bypassing Dai Mubai's fist, grabbing his wrist, and pulling with the opponent's strength, instantly flinging Dai Mubai away.

With a thud, Dai Mubai crashed heavily to the ground, his face grim. He gritted his teeth as he got up, glaring angrily at Gu Nanfeng.

"Kid, don't go too far!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, getting anxious already. Genius, my foot! You hairless tiger, if you can't beat him, you can't beat him. Why are you saying that Brother Nanfeng is going too far?"

Ning Rongrong wouldn't let this opportunity to sarcastic remarks slip by, and immediately launched into a tirade that left Dai Mubai with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily, and pointing angrily at Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, you pfft!!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Nanfeng lunged forward again, the Xuan Shuang sword reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight.

Before Dai Mubai could react, the palm-width blade of the sword struck his face, sending him spinning 3,600 degrees through the air like a top. He landed precisely in a nearby trash can, his body limp, and he immediately passed out.

Gu Nanfeng craned his neck to take a look, then turned around and bowed slightly to the crowd.

"Accurate hit, please don't idolize me."

"Great, well done! You were amazing!"

Ning Rongrong was a very competent atmosphere-maker, and immediately clapped and cheered.

Although Zhu Zhuqing wasn't as outgoing as Ning Rongrong, she still clapped along.

"Basic procedures, basic procedures."

Gu Nanfeng waved his hand without any modesty.

The Shrek team, however, was a different story. Their faces were all ashen, and Flander's eyelids twitched.

Tang San stepped forward and said, "Brother, sparring is one thing, but treating Dai Mubai like this is going too far. This is no longer sparring, it's an insult."

Gu Nanfeng blinked, looked at Tang San, and said, "What's wrong? He can swear, but I can't beat him up?"

"Hmph, why didn't you say anything when Ning Rongrong was verbally abusing us?"

Xiao Wu also came up at this moment to support her three friends.

"If any of you are capable of getting past me, then go and beat her up. What are you doing talking to me about?"

Gu Nanfeng held his sword horizontally, his aura rising, his whole being like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Fatty, Mistress, this can't be tolerated! We can't let Boss Dai be insulted for no reason!"

Oscar stared intently at Gu Nanfeng. Although he didn't know where this guy came from, the way Rongrong addressed him so intimately meant he couldn't be a good person.

“Every time, we Shrek students share both glory and shame, we must teach him a lesson!”

Ma Hongjun had long been annoyed by Gu Nanfeng's arrogant attitude.

Xiao Wu also flexed her wrists and pointed at Gu Nanfeng.

"You're too arrogant. Today, Sister Xiaowu will teach you a lesson!"

Tang San also stepped forward, stood in the center, looked at Flander and said, "Dean, please be the referee. I want to fight this guy one-on-one."

"Third Brother, this kid is tough to deal with. We should go together."

"Fatty, ganging up on the weak isn't our style. You guys go down first. If I lose, then you can come up."

Tang San interrupted Ma Hongjun's words and glanced at Xiao Wu: "Xiao Wu, you too, if I lose, it's not too late for you to go up."

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky!"

Xiao Wu still listened to Tang San, pointing at Gu Nanfeng as if she would let him off the hook for the time being.

Oscar didn't say much, but handed Tang San two grilled sausages.

“Mistress, take this. After all, his rank is higher than yours.”

"Thank you."

Tang San did not refuse and accepted the sausage.

He walked up to Gu Nanfeng, his bright blue eyes revealing a hidden ruthlessness and the complexities of adulthood.

The opponent is a three-ring Soul Master, and all of them have thousand-year Soul Rings. They must have cultivated some special meditation method. I am only a Great Soul Master now. Competing in Soul Skills is definitely comparing my weaknesses with the opponent's strengths. I must think of a way.

Thinking of this, Tang San gave a polite smile, his left hand behind his back and his right hand slightly outstretched forward.

"Brother Gu, how about we make a bet?"

"Let's make a bet. Tell me, how do we play?"

If it were anyone else who wanted to make a bet with him, Gu Nanfeng would definitely refuse. But the person in front of him was Tang San, the future God King that Zhu Zhuqing had mentioned. He definitely had extraordinary abilities and was absolutely confident in his own strength, so he did not refuse.

"They've taken the bait."

Tang San's lips curled up slightly, and then he said, "My name is Tang San, my spirit is Blue Silver Grass, I am 12 years old, a level 29 control-type Great Spirit Master. In terms of spirit power and spirit rings, I admit that I am no match for you, but in that case, it would be unfair for you to win."

"How about we be fair and not use soul skills, just compete in terms of physical strength?"

Gu Nanfeng's lips curled into a confident smile.

"Alright, let's have a skills competition then."

What a joke! I've been training in martial arts since I was a child, following my father around. Even without using my soul skills, how many of my peers could last three moves against me?