Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

"elder brother?"

"Brother, don't go, don't go!"

The boy in the dream could only hear his shouts getting farther and farther away from him.

Wang Feng woke up with a start and sat up immediately.

There was just enough sunshine outside, and a ray of light shone along the window paper into the quilt, making it warm and comfortable.

"Fortunately, it's just a dream..."

Wang Feng muttered to himself as he stood up and dressed, yawning while admiring the figure of his younger brother Wang Shu who was practicing his marksmanship outside the window.

This kid is really talented, I'm afraid it won't be a problem to break through the Titled Douluo in the future.

"This is not how the marksmanship taught to us by the master is used," Wang Feng's voice came from his side, and Wang Shu looked slightly sideways.

"Brother, morning~"

His smile was still so bright, and in front of him, the scorching sun hanging above his head lost its light.

He casually wiped the crystal beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, which felt particularly refreshing when they dispersed.

"Look, if this scarecrow is the enemy, the first place to attack is where the opponent can take the most damage from the end of the gun."

Wang Feng took a step forward, his figure was flying, and a black and gold spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The tip of the spear was like fire, and the thunder was entwined with black energy, and it pierced the scarecrow in front of him.

Front, kill!

Wang Feng's movements were crisp and clear, without any hesitation, and full of killing intent.

Looking at the scarecrow behind him again, it has been divided into two.

The wound that penetrated the center expanded rapidly, and the power of the curse eroded inside, and the end point of the spread was at the heart.

"The fierce murderous intent can make the opponent lose judgment."

"Swift as the wind, gun as flying as lightning!"

The spear in Wang Feng's hand dissipated again, leaving only Wang Shu, who was looking at him with slightly complicated eyes, frozen in place.

"Great!"

After a long while, he gave Wang Feng a thumbs up, his eyes full of longing.

"I believe that my brother is no worse than anyone else. You will one day surpass me and master."

"No, it's enough that I want my brother to protect me," Wang Shu tilted his head, sometimes mischievously eccentric, "Anyway, didn't we agree that we would never be separated?"

"Um……"

The words came out, but Wang Feng always felt that something was wrong. He could not recall when he made his promise.

But the memory in my mind could be wrong, and the feeling that something important was missing never dissipated.

"Let's not talk about this for now, brother," Wang Shu suddenly said as if he remembered something important: "There is an academy competition in the afternoon. Master wanted us to participate with Sister Xiaona and the others before he left a few days ago."

"College competition?"

Wang Feng listened carefully, picked up the water glass on the table and drank the water in the glass in one gulp.

"Why haven't I heard the master talk about it?"

This time, Wang Shu was surprised: "Didn't the master say that before he left?"

He clearly remembered that She Long specifically told them before leaving Wuhun City. At that time, Wang Feng also said that he would definitely take him there, but why can't he remember it now?

"I must have remembered it wrong. If you want to go, I will take you with me this afternoon."

Wang Feng felt that his head hurt, the pain was severe, and it was accompanied by throbbing pain from time to time.

Wang Feng lay back on the bed early in the morning, when the sun was basking on his buttocks at noon.

He stayed alone in his room and lay on the bed, trying to remember what happened two days ago.

The more he thought about it, the weirder Wang Feng felt, as his memory was forced into his mind as if he had fabricated it out of thin air.

He clearly remembers his identity, younger brother, master, and Wuhun Palace.

But why is his memory of everything from two days ago so vague?

In that huge bubble, Wang Fengfeng's memory seemed to be scattered, divided into two, then two into four, and finally evaporated.

Wang Feng felt very uneasy, and this feeling never disappeared.

After the sun passed high in the sky and before the sun set, Wang Feng remembered what he had promised his brother and suddenly woke up from his dream.

The moment he sat up, the boy next to him also woke up.

Wang Shu rubbed his red eyes and yawned: "Brother?"

Wang Feng was wearing a blue coat, "Xiao Shu, what are you doing?"

"Brother, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold," Wang Shu took the coat from his hand, "Brother, I see you're sleeping soundly and I'm embarrassed to call you."

Wang Feng didn't say anything, he accepted Wang Shu's kindness with peace of mind, counted the time, and then hurried towards the venue in a hurry.

When they arrived here, they happened to catch up with the last game. The sun was setting, Wuhun Academy played against Shrek Academy.

Hu Liena, Yan, and Xie Yue have been waiting for them here for a long time.

Wang Shu took Wang Feng's arm and walked towards the venue: "I heard from Sister Na that this Shrek Academy is very powerful and all the geniuses are recruited there."

The only sound in the dark and gloomy corridor was their voices.

"So, they are all geniuses?"

"Probably, I haven't seen it either, but if it's just a bunch of idiots, there's no need for you to play."

Dazzling bright light bloomed in front of his eyes, and Wang Feng subconsciously raised his arms to block his eyes.

After the discomfort in their eyes dissipated, they discovered that they were already standing on the top of the Soul Fighting Platform.

The ring duel arena was full of people. The seven-man team directly opposite, a combination of four men and three women, Wang Feng had a strange feeling in his heart from the first moment he saw it.

It was as if these people had been seen somewhere before.

But I can't remember it at all.

"Wang Feng, you're here," Yan complained as if he had found a punching bag when he saw Wang Feng: "Do you know how long we have been waiting for you? I'm fine, but Nana!"

"Shut up—"

Wang Feng only spoke lightly and even cast a look at this mentally retarded man.

Fortunately, Hu Liena resolved the embarrassment in time. She walked between the two of them and reached out to touch Wang Shu's head, with a happy expression on her face.

Wang Shu was a little unhappy. He pushed Hu Liena's hand away like a lion with its hair exploded.

"I have grown up a long time ago. Can you please stop touching me like a puppy?"

Wang Feng's ears seemed to be cut off from all sounds, and he walked straight to the leader of the "Shrek Team" opposite, the black-haired boy in the middle.

Wang Feng was a head taller than him, and his aura was quite intimidating because of his often foul-smelling face, cold expression, and murderous aura.

"Shrek Academy, it's a pleasure to meet you at the Spirit Hall," the young man clasped his fists: "I'm Tang San, do you know your surname?"

Tang San?

Tang San!

This name sounds so familiar, as if I’ve heard it somewhere before——

Wang Feng didn't understand why. When he heard this name, it seemed that the blood in his body was burning and his heart was boiling.

Four spirit rings lit up behind Tang San, yellow, purple, and black.

"Just right!" The five exaggerated spirit rings behind Wang Feng lit up, overwhelming Tang San's power in the blink of an eye.

In front of his palm, countless black energies gathered from all directions as if they were covering the sky and the sun, converging into a black gold spear with the swirling thunder.

"My Excellency, Wang Feng, I hope your hospital can bring me some surprises."