Chapter 36: Blazing Treasure Duo

Inside the grand arena of Soto City, aside from Oscar and Ning Rongrong—both support-type soul masters—everyone else signed up for one-on-one Soul Duels.

Even though Han Feng was a defense-type soul master, who said defensive types couldn't battle?

Besides, Han Feng's strength was undeniable—acknowledged by everyone.

At this point, Dai Mubai was a Rank 37 Soul Elder; Han Feng was a Rank 30 Soul Master. Tang San and Xiao Wu were both Rank 29, while Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun were at Rank 27. Within their respective ranks, they were all at the upper end of the spectrum—natural talents who easily claimed victories in their matches.

The only awkward situation arose when Zhu Zhuqing's first opponent turned out to be Tang San. The arena setting already put agility-type soul masters at a disadvantage, and given the difference in strength between them, Zhu Zhuqing lost that match, albeit unwillingly.

Afterward, Tang San and Xiao Wu teamed up to enter the two-on-two matches.

Humorously, Xiao Wu originally wanted to call their duo "San-Wu Combo," but the registration staff misheard it as "Three-Five Combo." Xiao Wu fumed and grumbled to Ning Rongrong about it for quite a while.

Still, seeing Tang San and Xiao Wu team up sparked new ideas in the others.

Dai Mubai glanced cautiously at Zhu Zhuqing, but to his dismay, Ma Hongjun had already thick-skinned his way up to her, trying to form a team.

Fatty's logic was simple: Tang San and Xiao Wu were already paired. Oscar was a support-type soul master—not exactly reliable for 2v2. Ning Rongrong's eyes never left Han Feng the entire time—clearly a dead end.

As for Han Feng... Every time Fatty caught that glint in his eyes, he felt like Han Feng saw him more as a toy than as a teammate.

"Hey… we're both Rank 27, right? Ma Hongjun scratched his head awkwardly as his chubby cheeks jiggled, trying to strike up a conversation with Zhu Zhuqing, whose expression practically screamed "stay away."

"So what? "

Zhu Zhuqing's frosty tone was enough to chill the air.

Ma Hongjun immediately waved his hands with a nervous laugh. "No problem, no problem! "

"Hmph." Zhu Zhuqing snorted coldly and turned away, leaving Ma Hongjun flushed and embarrassed.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai felt both relieved and slightly defeated—he figured even he wouldn't have gotten treated that well.

"Fatty! Let's team up! "

Just as Ma Hongjun was wallowing in rejection, a teasing voice called from behind—and two very familiar hands began kneading his belly like dough.

Ma Hongjun's face turned dark. Of all the people he didn't want to team up with, Han Feng was at the top of the list. Sure, Han Feng was strong—no argument there. But this guy had an unhealthy obsession with his body! He'd had enough!

He even swore to himself that he'd lose weight if it killed him.

"Han Feng! I'm warning you! You can call me Fatty, but not Pudgy, and definitely not Chubster! I swear, if you cross the line again, I'll sneak into your and Boss Dai's room and unleash my righteous fury while you sleep! "

"Don't you drag me into this! "

Dai Mubai instantly exploded, grabbing Ma Hongjun by the collar. "You try it, and I'll carve you up! "

"Tch... no fun," Han Feng said, completely unbothered, still savoring the bouncy sensation from earlier. "So squishy… I can't get enough."

At that moment, Oscar suddenly popped out of nowhere, throwing an arm around Han Feng's shoulders with a puppy-dog look in his peach blossom eyes. "Brother Feng, what do you think of me? "

Oscar had it figured out. The only people capable of carrying him in a team were Han Feng, Tang San, or Dai Mubai. Tang San already had Xiao Wu. Dai Mubai was a Soul Elder. That left only Han Feng.

Support types like him, especially group support types, were invaluable in large-scale fights—but in 2v2 matches? Not so much. One support soul master couldn't just double a teammate's combat power.

Oscar's face was full of flattery; his eyes sparkled pink. If any girl saw him right now, they'd probably swoon.

Too bad Han Feng was a guy—and even worse, Oscar's stubbly chin ruined the illusion. Han Feng was completely repulsed.

"Uh... Yeah, I thought about it. Let's not," Han Feng said bluntly.

Just as he was about to reject Oscar officially, Oscar suddenly froze, backed away like lightning, and stiffly shook his head.

Han Feng was confused—had Oscar finally realized how off-putting he was being?

From Han Feng's angle, he couldn't see what Oscar and Dai Mubai could:

When Han Feng hugged Ma Hongjun earlier, Ning Rongrong's expression had already turned sour.

When Oscar latched onto Han Feng, Dai Mubai even caught a glimpse of something close to hatred flash across Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Oscar immediately let go when he noticed.

Dai Mubai sighed—Han Feng was oblivious, but clearly, so was Ning Rongrong. If Han Feng had seen that look in her eyes, no one knew what kind of ridiculous thing this emotionally dense guy might say.

"Man, this is going to be a long road," Dai Mubai muttered. He was already thinking that Han Feng's future son better recognize him as godfather.

With Oscar backing off, Ning Rongrong lit up with a smile. The strange emotions in her eyes disappeared as she took a deep breath, then bravely walked up to Han Feng.

"Han Feng! Why don't we team up? " she said crisply.

"You?"

Han Feng looked her over with a hesitant expression. If Ning Rongrong threw a tantrum mid-battle, it would be a huge headache.

Noticing Han Feng's hesitation, Dai Mubai quickly rushed in, slinging an arm around him. "Just agree! There's no one else who can team with her. Zhu Zhuqing and Fatty are both too weak—they'd probably lose more than they win. Tang San already teamed with Xiao Wu. You're the only one left! "

"Why me!? I can't stand her temper! And if I team up with her, what about Oscar? " Han Feng frowned, clearly unwilling.

Dai Mubai smirked. Called it.

He chuckled and said, "C'mon! You're strong enough to carry her. If she gets bratty, just walk away! Besides, you're already Rank 30—you'll be facing Soul Elders soon. This is probably your last day here anyway. Just suck it up for now."

"As for Oscar…" Dai Mubai glanced at the poor guy standing in the distance.

He clenched his jaw, sounding like he was making a noble sacrifice:

"He's almost Rank 30 too. When that happens, I'll team up with him for Soul Duels."

Han Feng still didn't look thrilled, but he had to admit—it made sense.

"Fine. But let me say this now—if she acts up, I'm not tolerating it."

"Of course! Of course! " Dai Mubai laughed and nodded furiously.

Han Feng gave him a suspicious look but eventually relented.

As soon as Han Feng nodded, Dai Mubai clamped a hand on his head and beamed at Ning Rongrong.

"Han Feng says he agrees! "

"Really?! " Ning Rongrong lit up with joy. She thought for sure he'd turn her down!

"Of course! He was just asking me if 'Blazing Treasure Duo' was a good name! " Dai Mubai immediately started spinning stories just to make her happy.

"I never—mmph! "

Han Feng tried to protest, but Dai Mubai covered his mouth before he could speak.

"Nice! That sounds awesome! I'll go register the name right now! " Ning Rongrong was beaming from ear to ear. She didn't even look back, already running off to sign them up.

Left behind, Han Feng stared at Dai Mubai with an expression that screamed betrayal.

"You're something else. Just flapping your lips and making stuff up—you could sweet-talk a Title Douluo to death! "

Dai Mubai just gave him a fake smile. "Why, thank you~"

Watching this unfold, Xiao Wu was quietly upset.

Rongrong was so beautiful—so why was she lowering herself for someone as clueless as Han Feng?

"Hmph! One day, I'll show you what it means to cherish someone… and what it feels like to lose what you never knew you had! "

She stuck her tongue out behind Han Feng's back with a pout.