Chapter 156 Weakness Attack

Wang Feng to Mu Mu...

In an instant, all the Rose disciples' hearts sank into the abyss. If they couldn't win, why give them hope? What's the point?

But now it seemed leaving wasn't right either. Staying would only lead to one outcome.

"Old Hei, Old Hei, get this thing out of here; it's affecting my performance!" Wang Feng shouted from the sidelines.

Then everyone watched as Hei Wu Kai pulled out that massive staff and carried it over his shoulder, moving it away. The entire arena was silent, watching Hei Wu Kai, who relied purely on physical strength without using any soul power.

With every step, a footprint appeared on the ground, and the entire arena shook. Almost all the martial artists present licked their lips; was this guy even human?

Wang Feng sighed helplessly. His buddy Hei Wu Kai always stole the spotlight. This was also why Hei Wu Kai could deliver a fatal blow against Nine Gods assassins; soul power defense and ordinary defenses couldn't withstand absolute strength.

This guy far exceeded the strength expected of his age. There was no helping it; after all, his soul seed was a rare existence in the Yecha clan. After all, he was Old Wang's brother.

"President, don't be reckless. If you can't do it, just admit defeat. Wizards have no mercy. If they really injure you, there's nothing you can do," Ning Zhiyuan reminded him.

"What nonsense! Wang Feng, beat him up! Don't be a coward!" Mo Tong, standing nearby, fanned the flames.

Those who had become department heads were not fools. Su Yue and Famier advised Wang Feng to stay calm. It wouldn't be shameful to lose like this. Su Yue and Famier genuinely felt that Wang Feng, though a bit of a smooth talker, actually cared about everyone. The old Luo Lan was handsome but selfish, unlike Wang Feng, who was more approachable. Privately, everyone agreed that such a president was nice.

Wang Feng smiled and patted the two six-shot revolvers at his waist. "Today, I'll show you all the president's gun skills. I'm well-prepared."

Everyone exchanged glances, and Fantasi couldn't help but say, "A-Feng, can you repeat that? Or should I do it? I can take a beating."

Wang Feng was just joking around, but seeing Fantasi's expression, he suddenly lost the mood. He hugged Fantasi tightly. "Ah-ship, I'm the president of Rose. How can I be a coward? Watch me lead us to victory!"

Mu Mu walked directly onto the stage, looking down at Wang Feng with a cold smile. "Wang Feng, it's your turn. Dragging this out any longer will make it dark."

Wang Feng looked at the arena, which was over a meter high. Should he jump? What if he couldn't make it?

So Old Wang climbed up. The Judgment disciples burst into laughter. "That's a good move!"

"The president of Rose is indeed extraordinary!"

"Is this guy going to surrender?"

"Very likely. He's capable of doing something like that. Even beasts have more backbone than him!"

"Cough, cough, brother, remember your position. We're all part of Rose..."

"Brother, don't worry too much about winning or losing. Even if we lose, Rose won't be disgraced."

"Exactly. Do you really think Wang Feng can win? That's Mu Huo Wang from Judgment. We're going to lose anyway, so let's just enjoy it!"

Not just in Aurora City's two Holy Sanctuaries, even in the entire Hero Tournament, Mu Mu was a notable figure known as Mu Huo Wang, with a divine seed, specifically a fire-attribute divine seed. He had also been through the tournament's trials, making him experienced and resolute.

The sudden cheers from the Rose side caught everyone off guard, even the Judgment disciples who had been opposing them. Suddenly, their opponent became their ally, cheering alongside them. This left everyone's combative energy with nowhere to go.

Talk is talk, but when Wang Feng stood ready, the entire arena spontaneously fell silent.

Mu Mu took out his wizard staff, which was quite famous. Made from the trunk of a thunder-burned black wood tree, it was embedded with an α3 soul crystal. While higher-grade soul crystals are better, they aren't always suitable for soul weapons. Like knives, size doesn't matter; what matters is fit. The crystal on a soul weapon mainly assists in output.

"Mu Mu's staff is called Netherfire. Due to its exposure to thunder and fire, even a glancing hit leaves a fire poison that can explode after five hits. It's very dangerous," Winnie said, concerned despite her annoyance. "Yin Fu, get ready to treat injuries."

"No problem, I brought a box of spirit jade ointment!" Mo Tong boasted.

Yin Fu nodded nervously, but her healing could only remove negative curses and replenish some vitality, not fully cure.

"I'm afraid there won't be a chance to use it. This guy is ruthless," Ning Zhiyuan frowned, knowing the opponent well. "Wang Feng has a bug soul seed, which is too weak. Winnie, if it gets dangerous, just admit defeat. No need for a disaster."

Winnie nodded, knowing it was the only option.

Rachel remained silent, secretly pleased. If Wang Feng failed, it would be good for her. Chaos in Rose would mean opportunity.

"The president will be fine," Rachel said, feigning concern.

"Shut up!" Winnie snapped, finding her fake concern infuriating.

Wang Feng sensed everything. This was probably his first and last time fighting in this world.

"Captain Mu Mu, since we've reached the final round, how about adding a wager?" Wang Feng smiled, not giving the other party a chance to object. "How about this: if you win, I join Judgment; if you lose, you join Rose?"

The crowd erupted in shock. What kind of wager was this?

After whispering among themselves, the Rose disciples realized their president wanted to defect!

Wang Feng smiled. "What do you say? Don't worry, if you join Rose, I won't make you clean toilets. Our Wizard Academy's Minister Ning Zhiyuan needs an assistant, and you'll do."

Old Wang always returned kindness with kindness. This guy had ill intentions, so he couldn't let it end like this. That wasn't the Wang family style.

Mu Mu's eyes were cold. "Captain Wang Feng, remember your words. Whoever backs out is a dog. Your level isn't enough for Judgment, but we need someone to watch the gate. You'll do."

Wang Feng laughed. "Then it's settled. Please!"

The match began.

Mu Mu sneered, his soul power blazing, and the Netherfire staff emitted a pale blue glow mixed with flames, eerie and deadly even in daylight.

"Judgment—Fire..."

Bang!

Mu Mu instinctively dodged as a bullet grazed his face, making him break out in a cold sweat. Wang Feng fired a shot, spinning the six-shot revolver in a flashy manner.

The six-shot revolver was an old model, favored by nostalgics for its feel, but it had pauses between shots and significant recoil, making it outdated. This idiotic president was using two six-shot revolvers against an elite wizard?

"Captain Mu Mu, be serious. Even if you want to join Rose, don't be so obvious!" Wang Feng chuckled.

"You’re courting death! Judgment System — Fireball..."

Bang!

An incredibly precise shot hit directly on Mu Mu’s Soulfire Staff, disrupting the release of soul power.

The speed of firearms users is definitely faster than that of wizards. Mu Mu wasn’t necessarily required to chant those words; it was just a habit to match the rhythm and momentum of soul power condensation. He could have done without saying them, but the condensation needed speed.

He didn’t believe Wang Feng could shoot so accurately!

The moment he condensed his soul power, a shot hit him in the chest, causing Mu Mu immense pain. However, his soul power defense managed to block most of it and didn’t affect his movements. Wang Feng followed up with two more shots, forcing Mu Mu to dodge hastily.

"Captain Mu Mu, I told you to be serious. It’s embarrassing for me to hit you like this, especially with so many Judgment disciples around!"

"Ah, Old Wang’s gunshots are pretty accurate!"

"But his soul power is too weak, and the Hex Gun’s attacks aren’t continuous. It’s useless."

"He has two guns, though. Dual guns should work, right?"

"Amateur. Do you think this is an H8? The accuracy of dual guns drops significantly, and the stability is poor. It’s hopeless. Didn’t you see Mu Mu acting like nothing happened after one shot?"

Mu Mu took a deep breath, placed his left hand across his chest, and quickly condensed a soul shield. Wizards mainly focused on offense and had few defensive skills; the soul shield was the most conventional one, capable of delaying some attacks. It was enough to defend against Wang Feng’s attacks.

"Judgment System... fire..."

Bang! Bang!

Mu Mu’s soul shield blocked one hit, but Wang Feng’s left-hand shot knocked him off balance, interrupting the spell. "Captain Mu Mu, since you’re so eager to join Rose, I won’t hold back."

As he spoke, both Hex Guns fired, forcing Mu Mu to focus solely on defense. He used his soul shield to block and his body to absorb the hits he couldn’t block. He couldn’t even cast spells, twisting and contorting to avoid the shots. However, it was clear to everyone that Wang Feng’s soul power was too weak, which was a significant drawback of being a Soul Beastmaster, especially a weak one. A powerful firearms user would have injured Mu Mu with so many hits, even if they hadn’t won outright.

Mu Mu was furious. What kind of person was this, hitting so accurately? It hurt, but not enough to cause real damage. Yet, he couldn’t even cast his spells, making it seem as if he were deliberately losing in front of everyone.

Everyone was watching the spectacle, including many firearms users. This guy’s Hex Gun skills were quite flashy and accurate, but lacked power. Was Mu Mu deliberately losing? How could his dodging be so poor?

There was no expectation left, even Winnie found it both amusing and frustrating. She never expected his gunshots to be so accurate, but his soul power was indeed weak.

However, one person’s face was grim, eyes filled with unwillingness and fighting spirit, hands twisting the chair into a knot.

Hei Wu Kai!

Firing both Hex Guns simultaneously wasn’t enough to compensate for their sluggishness and intermittent nature. Unless both guns could achieve perfect rhythm—meaning no pauses or delays in soul power output—even a 0.1-second error would create a gap. This was just the foundation. Maintaining perfect control while achieving precise strikes was essential. Otherwise, Mu Mu wasn’t weak; he could still cast quick spells like a simple fireball, but Wang Feng perfectly disrupted them.

Wang Feng understood wizardry well!

Yet, this still wasn’t enough. Because of the weakness of his soul power, Mu Mu could barely withstand the attacks and still condense soul power to cast spells. The reason was that Wang Feng’s soul power output was too weak. Soul Beastmasters were the weakest profession for a reason; their non-combat skill attacks were weaker than a typical martial artist’s punches and kicks.

But Mu Mu couldn’t handle it.

The reason... Ha, ha, Hei Wu Kai gritted his teeth, his twisted smile revealing too much unfairness and anger. Weak point strikes!