Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked around warily, guarding against the lashes from the trees and also wary of sudden attacks from tree roots that sprouted from the ground.

"Second Soul Skill - White Tiger Blazing Light Wave," Dai Mubai used his second soul skill to temporarily repel the tree that was crashing into him, but more trees appeared as if they were endless.

"First Soul Skill - Phoenix Fire Line," Ma Hongjun's flames crashed down on the tree roots that were blocking them. These trees were completely unfazed by the flames, as hard as steel, and it would take a long time to destroy them. The thick trees gradually compressed the space in which they could hide.

Suddenly, one of Ma Hongjun's feet was lifted up by a tree root that had sprouted from beneath his feet. Then, his limbs were tied to the tree, leaving him suspended in the air in a large, fat "X" shape.

Ma Hongjun tried to break free, but his soul power was being frantically drained by the tree. The tree grew thicker and thicker, and more and more branches wrapped around Ma Hongjun's body, binding him tightly.

"Damn it, these trees are frantically draining my soul power, making it impossible for me to break free," Ma Hongjun struggled helplessly.

Just as the thick tree root was about to lift Ma Hongjun high and slam him to the ground, Ma Hongjun's plump body trembled, and he cried out in terror, "No, no, no, no, Brother Zheng, I give up."

The thick tree roots stopped immediately, and at this moment, a thick tree trunk emerged from the tree world and coiled directly above. Sikong Zheng on the tree trunk looked at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun with a smile.

With the arrival of Sikong Zheng, the sturdy trees all stopped attacking.

"Brother Zheng, I give up, please put me down!" The fat man forced a bitter expression.

"Hahaha, Fatty, how about it? Are you convinced yet?" Sikong Zheng laughed heartily as he looked at the meat dumpling in front of him.

"I give up, I give up, Brother Zheng, please let me go! These branches are so tight!"

The green tree trunk retracted instantly, and Ma Hongjun, now free from its restraints, fell vertically to the ground, while the fat man landed steadily with a nimble backflip.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore. Brother Zheng is simply a monster. Even if I reach level 30, I'm afraid I'm still far from being his match," Ma Hongjun said dejectedly.

"Boss Dai, those two have already admitted defeat. Are you still going to put up a stubborn resistance?"

Sikong Zheng smiled faintly. The surrounding trees grew closer again, poised to strike. If Dai Mubai chose to resist to the end, these tree trunks would smash down on him in the next second, beating him until he submitted.

Dai Mubai glanced at the thick trees surrounding him. Oh no, these couldn't even be called trees; they were harder than steel!

Dai Mubai shook his head with a wry smile: "Sigh, I admit defeat too. Fatty was right, you're simply a monster. I'm completely convinced that I lost to you."

He was joking; he didn't want to experience the feeling of being whipped by those tree roots again. Besides, he could tell that those giant trees weren't really going all out against them, otherwise it wouldn't have been just superficial injuries, but rather serious bone and muscle damage.

The massive trees receded back to the ground, and the four men, arms around each other's shoulders, walked towards Flanders and his companions, chatting and laughing. As the saying goes, no friendship is formed without conflict; the bond between men is that simple and direct.

"Vice Dean, now I am qualified to challenge you," Sikong Zheng said, looking up at Zhao Wuji.

"Good lad, you didn't disappoint me. You are fully qualified. However, you have just gone through a battle, and your soul power must have been depleted. Once you have recovered your soul power, we will have a fair fight."

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and said with great bravado.

While watching the battle, Zhao Wuji and Flander were also amazed by Sikong Zheng's move of summoning a dense forest, turning the entire square into his own arena.

Fighting Sikong Zheng in this environment would obviously be extremely disadvantageous; it would be like one man leading an army.

Before long, Sikong Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes. Although he had already recovered, he still chose to meditate for a while.

Sikong Zheng stood up and walked back to the square. Ma Hongjun shouted, "Brother Zheng, keep it up!"

Dai Mubai and Oscar also encouraged him, saying, "Xiao Zheng, keep it up!"

Sikong Zheng nodded. "Hmm."

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was already standing on one side of the square waiting. Sikong Zheng stretched out his left arm towards Zhao Wuji and said, "Vice Dean, please, I hope you will not hold back. I want to see the limits of my current strength."

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, "Alright, let's make our move!"

Without further hesitation, Sikong Zheng shouted, "Third Soul Skill - Descent of the Tree Realm!"

After all, there was a significant difference in soul power between them and Zhao Wuji, so they made their move by creating a geographical advantage and dared not be arrogant in front of Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and watched coldly as the huge trees surrounded him, quickly forming a small forest, remaining unmoved.

Seeing that the tree boundary had been formed, Sikong Zheng decisively withdrew and fled to the forest behind to hide, keeping his distance from Zhao Wuji in battle. His opponent was a Soul Saint, so he could not be too careful.

Sikong Zheng, who had fled into the forest, had his second soul ring light up, "Second Soul Skill - Wood Clone".

Three pieces of wood grew from Sikong Zheng's body and gradually transformed into human form, looking exactly like him and indistinguishable from him.

The four figures quickly separated, with two heading towards Zhao Wuji's main battlefield, while the other two disappeared without a trace, demonstrating a clear division of labor.

Zhao Wuji looked at the two Sikong Zheng standing on the big trees on his left and right sides.

"Hmph, these must be Xiao Zheng's clones. He used his soul skill to create two clones back then, trying to fool me," Zhao Wuji thought smugly.

The two Sikong Zheng simultaneously stirred up the trees in all directions. The clones were able to control the trees created by the main body, and the huge trees seemed to come alive, with thick branches smashing down on Zhao Wuji.

"Mighty Vajra Bear, possess me!" Zhao Wuji roared, and his seven spirit rings rose up, his aura becoming imposing. Zhao Wuji's muscular body swelled, tinged with a faint golden light, making him appear extremely violent.

Zhao Wuji rolled forward to dodge the blow from the tree, but the ground was riddled with holes of varying sizes.

Zhao Wuji slammed his fists together, and his first spirit ring lit up, "First Spirit Skill - Immovable King Body".

The tree roots that were about to strike Zhao Wuji were deflected. Zhao Wuji suddenly leaped up and pounced on Sikong Zheng, who was perched on the tree to his right. His right fist sliced ​​through the air like a meteor falling to the ground and smashed into Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng dodged backwards, but Zhao Wuji landed a punch on a large tree, shattering the thick trunk with a crash.

Sikong Zheng, having landed on his feet, prepared to run to the large tree on the left to meet up with another Sikong Zheng.

"Trying to run? Do you think you can escape?" Zhao Wuji chuckled. "Third Soul Skill - Gravity Enhancement." Sikong Zheng, who was running, suddenly stopped. His legs were straining, and his speed became extremely slow. After all, he didn't have Tang San's Ghost Shadow Stalking.

Zhao Wuji looked at Sikong Zheng, whose speed had greatly decreased, and his second soul ring lit up, "Second Soul Skill - Mighty Vajra Palm".

It struck towards Sikong Zheng with overwhelming force. Sikong Zheng, perched on the tree, quickly manipulated the tree roots to block Zhao Wuji.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Zhao Wuji's enormous golden palm struck Sikong Zheng's back. With his palm pressed against Sikong Zheng's back, Zhao Wuji's momentum did not diminish. Like a train crashing into Sikong Zheng, he slammed him into a large tree.

Suddenly, the tree and the person collapsed, leaving only a small piece of wood.

"It really was an avatar," Zhao Wuji said with an expression that said, "I knew it." Seeing this, Sikong Zheng, perched on a large tree, turned and tried to flee deeper into the forest.

"Hmph, you can't escape either," Zhao Wuji's fourth spirit ring lit up, "Fourth spirit skill - Location Tracking."

A purple spirit ring flew out from Zhao Wuji, instantly enveloping Sikong Zheng. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wuji quickly appeared behind Sikong Zheng and delivered a powerful punch.

Sensing the danger, Sikong Zheng turned around and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Unfortunately, due to the huge difference in soul power, he was punched and sent flying into the ground, leaving a furrow and turning into a piece of wood.

At this moment, under a large tree, Sikong Zheng opened his eyes. His two clones vanished, and he instantly received the message.

Sikong Zheng shook his head with a wry smile. Sure enough, the gap between me and Zhao Wuji is quite large now. The huge difference in soul power cannot be made up for by my current Soul Master realm.

"Another clone," Zhao Wuji said, then turned and rushed into the depths of the forest, the force of the tree roots blocking him growing stronger.

Zhao Wuji smashed the thick tree roots that attacked him with punch after punch, but occasionally he would be entangled by the tree roots and have his soul power absorbed.

Finally, Zhao Wuji saw Sikong Zheng standing on a large tree ahead, his hands clasped together, manipulating the tree to attack.