The entire battle lasted less than three minutes. The combined attack of two elite Longyuan warriors was so easily neutralized.
"Brother Feng!" Wang Hao was the first to spot Han Feng at the door and excitedly ran over. "When did you get here?"
Night Owl and Viper turned pale, bowing their heads in shame: "Captain...we..."
"He didn't lose unjustly." Han Feng walked into the arena with a smile. "This guy is a 'Star Soul Priest' now. You guys are already pretty good at forcing him to use 'Star Radiance Bind'."
Wang Hao scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly: "The legacy from Brother Feng is truly amazing. It's just that I always get hungry so quickly; even the cafeteria ladies say I eat as much as half a whole cooking crew."
Han Feng sensed the still unstable energy within Wang Hao's body and understood—rapid breakthroughs require a large amount of energy replenishment, which is indeed a characteristic of the Star Soul Priest's inheritance.
"Perfect timing," Han Feng patted his brother on the shoulder, "Come home with me for dinner tonight, and my mom will make you some braised pork to help you recover."
"Really?" Wang Hao's eyes lit up, then he hesitated, "But Chen Feng and the others said it would be best to consolidate my cultivation level further..."
"It won't make a difference if we take a little longer," Han Feng said, hooking his arm around his neck. "Besides, real combat is the best way to solidify your skills."
Night Owl and Viper exchanged a glance, then suddenly said in unison, "Captain! Please allow us to continue sparring with Wang Hao!"
Wang Hao's face fell: "Again? I'm starving..."
Seeing the burning fighting spirit in his subordinates' eyes, Han Feng suddenly had an idea: "How about this, if either of you can last five minutes against him, I'll grant you a week's leave."
"Long live the captain!" The two instantly recovered and drew their daggers and leg blades once again.
Wang Hao was pushed back to the center of the training field with a groan, and the starlight had to be turned on again. Han Feng watched with his arms crossed, noticing that Wang Hao's use of starlight was even more refined than before—some of the changes were not even recorded in the inherited memories.
This kid... is actually creating his own moves?
In the arena, Wang Hao suddenly changed his tactics. The starlight no longer formed chains, but instead condensed into countless rotating wheels of light. Night Owl's dagger collided with the wheels of light and was deflected, while Viper's sweeping leg was neutralized by the force of the rotation.
"This move is called 'Star Whirl'! I just thought of it!" Wang Hao shouted to Han Feng, still feeling a bit uneasy.
A look of relief flashed in Han Feng's eyes. Perhaps... having this brother who always brings surprises along would make the upcoming operations much smoother.
"Alright, stop it." He spoke up to stop them, "If you keep hitting them, you'll probably really get low blood sugar."
The automatic doors to the training ground closed behind them, and a cool night breeze from Kyoto swept over them. Han Feng tossed his jacket to Wang Hao, who was still panting, "Put this on, don't catch a cold."
"Thanks, brother." Wang Hao put on his clothes, then suddenly his nose twitched. "Hey, why do your clothes smell like sandalwood? Like something from a temple."
Han Feng's heart skipped a beat—it was the scent left behind by Dongfang Wantang during her divination, something ordinary people couldn't detect. He casually changed the subject: "Have you been experiencing any unusual physical sensations lately? Like...having strange dreams?"
Wang Hao, who was tying his shoelaces, paused upon hearing this: "How did you know?" He looked up, his expression turning strange. "I've been dreaming a lot lately about...war."
The two walked slowly along the tree-lined path, the streetlights casting long and short shadows. Wang Hao kicked away a pebble, his voice tinged with confusion: "It's not ordinary warfare; it's in all sorts of strange places—some skies are purple, some places are entirely crystal forests... I'm following someone, wearing armor made of starlight."
Han Feng slowed his pace: "What did that person look like?"
"I can't see their faces, but they're incredibly strong," Wang Hao gestured. "With a casual wave of their hand, they can reverse the flow of galaxies, turning enemies into ashes in droves. But..." He hesitated for a moment, "Before each battle, the opposing leader always hurls really nasty insults."
"What are you cursing about?"
"What 'traitorous bastard,' 'robber who stole the origin of the world'... " Wang Hao scratched his head. "The strangest thing is, they all seem to know the person we were following, and they're very specific in their insults, saying things like, 'You did it on purpose back then.'"
Han Feng suddenly stopped. These details were somewhat different from the memories he had inherited—in the memories he had come across, the Star Soul Lord was always a guardian, not some kind of "thief".
"Anything else?"
"Every time we hear these things, the guy we're following gets incredibly agitated and becomes extremely ruthless." Wang Hao subconsciously rubbed his arms. "Once I dreamt that he crushed a planet, just because the life on that planet called him a disgrace to the plane..."
A night breeze rustled the leaves of the plane trees along the roadside. Han Feng noticed that as Wang Hao spoke, tiny starlight gathered at his fingertips, forming a complex pattern he had never seen before.
"This pattern..." Han Feng grabbed his hand, "Where have you seen it before?"
Wang Hao stared blankly at his fingers: "I don't know, it just... just naturally came out."
A storm raged within Han Feng's heart. This pattern was marked as a "forbidden rune" in Kong's inherited memories, said to be able to distort the laws of reality. Why would Wang Hao draw it unconsciously?
"Brother," Wang Hao suddenly lowered his voice, "Do you think... what I dreamt about might be the real history? Those Star Soul Lords weren't actually as...righteous as the legends say?"
In the distance, car headlights shone, illuminating the beads of sweat on Wang Hao's forehead. Han Feng recalled the hideous hole in Jue Li's chest, and Kong's vague warnings; it seemed that nothing made sense.
"Starting tomorrow, you'll be working with me," Han Feng suddenly said. "There are some things you should know."
Wang Hao's eyes lit up: "So, I'm starting to go on missions with you?"
"It might be even more exciting than that." Han Feng looked up at the night sky, where a star shone exceptionally brightly. "I suspect what you dreamed of wasn't a simple dream, but rather... fragments of memory from some being."
Moreover, this being likely harbors immense resentment towards the Lord of Star Souls.
The streetlights flickered a few times, and the starlight pattern between Wang Hao's fingers flashed on and off. At the moment when the light was at its brightest, Han Feng seemed to see a blurry pupil-shaped pattern in the center of the pattern.
Wang Hao asked, "What kind of memory fragments exist?"
Han Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know the specifics, but it's very likely that people from other planes want to use this to cause our Feng to collapse." After thinking for a moment, Han Feng continued, "Actually, some of the things in your dream are indeed true. I may go to a higher plane before you because your realm is too low, and I don't have that much time left."
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