Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 654 Xiao Wu's Touching Feeling

"Yeah, I'll win."

Dai Chengfeng smiled, then said seriously, "Today is 4V4, and Nana, Zhuqing, Rongrong and I will be competing."

Whether we win or lose depends on them.

"We'll definitely be fine!" the three women said with absolute confidence.

Xiao Wu nodded, but also felt a little disappointed. Although this matter had nothing to do with her, she still wanted to take action.

After all, she is now considered one of Dai Chengfeng's people, so naturally she wants to integrate into their group.

Dai Chengfeng seemed to have seen through Xiao Wu's thoughts and smiled:

"Xiao Wu, you're too strong. You should save this as a backup plan..."

"Moreover, Tang San knows you too well. If you go on the field, he will definitely have a targeted strategy."

"Your role from the sidelines is equally important; you can observe their weaknesses and replace injured players when necessary."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu was taken aback, after all, how could she possibly be too strong...

But she quickly realized that Dai Chengfeng was comforting her, telling her not to feel that they were rejecting her. For a moment, Xiao Wu's eyes were filled with emotion.

Then he smiled and nodded: "Okay! If anyone gets injured, make sure I'm there to help immediately!"

"Okay, I promise you." Dai Chengfeng smiled and pinched her little cheek.

"Disgusting~"

Xiao Wu shyly pushed away Dai Chengfeng's large hand.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng finally turned to the other three, his expression becoming serious:

"Tactics shouldn't need to be discussed. Just do it the way we used to do when we played Soul Fighting. At the start, Rongrong will provide full support, Zhuqing will flank and harass from the side, Nana will control the game, and I will launch a frontal assault."

"But Tang San must have a plan, so adaptability is even more important."

"Remember, we are a team. Any mistake by any one person can affect the whole situation, but any brilliant performance by any one person can also turn the tide of the battle."

"Understood!" the three women replied in unison.

But then, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly spoke up: "Chengfeng, leave Dai Mubai to me."

Dai Chengfeng was taken aback and looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhuqing, you don't have to force yourself..."

"I'm not doing this against my will."

Zhu Zhuqing interrupted him, her eyes resolute, "I just want to tell him that there is no possibility between us, and I understand the White Tiger Martial Soul, so I am the most suitable person to deal with him!"

Dai Chengfeng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, but don't overexert yourself. If things don't go well, switch places immediately."

"I will," Zhu Zhuqing replied briefly.

Ning Rongrong said softly, "I will also keep an eye on Zhu Qing and provide her with assistance whenever needed."

Hu Liena walked to Dai Chengfeng's side and took his arm: "It's almost time, we should set off."

Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath and looked out the window.

The sun was shining brightly, and Wuhun City awoke in the morning light, with the outline of the Battle Arena clearly visible in the distance.

"Let's go." He led the way to the door.

The crowd followed behind him, the atmosphere solemn and heavy.

In the corridor, the maids and guards bowed, their eyes filled with awe and anticipation.

As he stepped out of the palace gate, Dai Chengfeng suddenly stopped.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go tell my mother."

He turned and walked down another path, the one leading to his mother's room.

Although he had already told his mother before, he still wanted to see her one more time before today's battle.

In Zhu Hongxiu's room, High Priest Zhu Hongye stood quietly.

She was dressed in a deep purple priestess robe, her long hair styled in an elegant updo. When she saw Dai Chengfeng approaching, she bowed respectfully.

"Your Highness." "Aunt Zhu, is Mother here?" Dai Chengfeng asked.

A barely perceptible hint of pity flashed in Zhu Hongye's eyes: "Your Highness, Her Majesty the Empress left early this morning."

Dai Chengfeng was taken aback: "So early? Where did she go?"

"The Empress didn't say, but she must have gone to the Soul Arena."

Zhu Hongye said softly, "When she left, she told me that if you came looking for her, I should tell you... She was dear to both of them, so she chose to go early and sit in the most inconspicuous corner."

Dai Chengfeng fell silent.

He understood what his mother meant—she was worried about both him and Dai Mubai.

As a mother, she couldn't sit comfortably on either side, cheering for one son while coldly watching the other get hurt or even lose.

She could only watch silently and pray that both her sons would be safe.

"Did Mother say anything else?" Dai Chengfeng asked in a low voice.

Zhu Hongye shook her head: "Your Highness is in low spirits, and her eyes are a little red and swollen. She must not have slept well last night. Your Highness, in today's battle, please... try to hold back."

"Although Her Majesty favors you more, Dai Mubai is still her flesh and blood."

Dai Chengfeng did not answer, "Is that so?"

Having said that, he turned and left.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng returned to the group. Hu Liena keenly noticed the change in his mood and asked softly:

"What's wrong? Haven't we seen Her Majesty the Empress?"

“Mother went to the Soul Arena ahead of time,” Dai Chengfeng explained simply, without elaborating.

But all the women understood.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip and whispered, "Her Majesty the Empress must be very sad..."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes darkened, as if she was thinking of something.

Xiao Wu said angrily, "It's all Dai Mubai's fault! If he hadn't been targeting Cheng Feng, none of this would have happened!"

"Okay, stop talking."

Dai Chengfeng interrupted her, a confident smile returning to his face. "It's too late to think about it anymore. Let's go."

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating his tall and straight back.

His silver-white battle robe shimmered faintly in the morning light, as if gilding him with a sacred glow.

Behind him, four stunningly beautiful women followed closely: Hu Liena in fiery red, Zhu Zhuqing in jet black, Ning Rongrong in aquamarine blue, and Xiao Wu in pink, their colors intertwining.

Meanwhile, at a luxury hotel on the other side of Wuhun City, another team stepped out of the door.

Yu Xiaogang wore a dark blue robe, a jade belt around his waist, and his long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin.

He already had a handsome face, and today, after deliberately dressing up, he attracted even more attention.

But his expression was serious, and his brows were slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that he was not relaxed about the upcoming showdown.

Tang San walked beside him, dressed in white, his hair as black as ink, his features as beautiful as a painting.

His expression was calm, but the occasional glint of light in his eyes betrayed the turmoil within him.

Dai Mubai followed behind Tang San, his golden hair dazzling and his handsome appearance striking, but his face was ashen.

He was wearing a golden battle robe, the standard uniform of a prince of the Star Luo Empire, which was clearly intentional.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white, clearly indicating that his emotions had been suppressed to the extreme.

Ma Hongjun walked on the other side of Tang San, his eyes practically glued to him.

He had dressed up for once today, his fiery red hair was neatly combed, but his infatuated gaze remained unchanged.

Tang Hao, still wearing that tattered cloak, silently followed at the back.

He kept his head down, so his expression was not visible, but the sharp aura he exuded made passersby instinctively avoid him.

The two teams, starting from opposite ends of the city, slowly converged on the same destination—the Spirit City Arena.

(End of this chapter)