Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 71 Suppression! Absolute suppression!

Behind the shield of the Dragon-Snake Charioteer, the Demon Lord with Demonic Eyes waved his dark green robe, and countless dark green branches swept towards Xu Yucheng.

At the critical moment, Wu Siduo appeared like a ghost to Qian Mo's side, clasping her hands together and slashing down from above.

Netherworld Slash!

A silver spatial vortex swirled around Qian Mo, firmly binding his movements. Yang Nianxia's dark golden giant hand followed closely behind, and the venom of the Azure Scale Serpent gradually spread.

"snort!"

Qian Mo let out a heavy snort, his body trembled slightly, and his powerful aura spread out, directly shattering the spatial vortex that bound him.

Qianmo glanced at her sideways; to him, Wu Siduo's movements, which were as fast as ghosts, were no different from a tortoise crawling.

With a slight shift of his body, the Netherworld Slash grazed the tip of his nose, while at the same time, a lightning-fast kick landed on Wu Siduo's abdomen.

The force of the kick nearly made Wu Siduo vomit her breakfast. She was sent flying backward, crashing into the protective shield of the sparring ring before slowly sliding down.

On the other side, the Dragon Serpent Chaser clenched his right fist, and golden dragon scales that Tang Wulin recognized very well appeared. Then he threw a punch, which collided solidly with Yang Nianxia's palm.

"Snap!"

A cracking sound came from Yang Nianxia's right arm. Yang Nianxia let out a muffled groan and fell backward.

"Um?"

While Wu Siduo and Yang Nianxia were distracting Qian Mo, Xu Yucheng was rescued by Luo Guixing using spatial teleportation.

Xu Xiaoyan, watching from below the stage, swallowed hard and said in disbelief, "What kind of soul skill is this? Is it some kind of puppet creation? Does the Angel Martial Soul have this kind of soul skill?"

"It's obvious that Qian Mo is a Twin Martial Soul Master!" Tang Wulin murmured.

"If we go up, can we break through these two puppets?" Xu Xiaoyan said with a wry smile.

"I can't break through," Ye Xinglan said slowly, arms crossed. "Amo's puppet is no less powerful than a four-ring Soul Master."

"What kind of soul skill is this? It's too bizarre!" On the stage, Yang Nianxia got up from the ground, clutching her broken right arm, trying her best to endure the pain and sweating profusely as she asked the same question.

In the blink of an eye, not only did they withstand the attack of the five men, but they also inflicted a great loss on them, which was completely unexpected.

Luo Guixing's eyes were solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Don't charge in headfirst. Let Zheng Yiran spread the Azure Scale Serpent Venom over him first, slowly wearing him down. Wu Siduo, you can use the Netherworld White Tiger to deliver a fatal blow."

"Fine," Wu Siduo said coldly, her eyes fixed on Qian Mo without blinking. The slight pain in her lower abdomen told her that this person was very powerful and that she needed to use her self-fusion martial soul technique.

As the wispy green mist drew ever closer, Qian Mo saw through Luo Guixing and the others' strategy at a glance. A slight smile appeared on his lips. Did they really think he would allow the Azure Scale Serpent Venom to spread across the entire area without any hindrance?

Looking at Qian Mo, who remained unmoved, Luo Guixing suddenly felt a bad premonition. Why was he so indifferent?

Suddenly, Wu Siduo's two cat ears twitched. As she turned around sharply, a man in black darted out from the shadows behind her, wielding a scythe and looking like a grim reaper ready to reap lives.

The man in black swung his scythe, and to Zheng Yiran's incredulous gaze, the scythe steadily grazed her neck, leaving a small bloodstain on her throat.

After dealing with Zheng Yi, the man in black showed no intention of engaging with Wu Siduo and the others. He disappeared into the shadows without a trace.

The man in black was so fast and powerful that even Wu Siduo, who barely sensed his presence, couldn't react in time, let alone the others. Even though Luo Guixing used spatial teleportation to save people, it was to no avail.

"Zheng Yiran, step down," Wu Changkong announced coldly, eliciting gasps from the trainees below the stage.

Zheng Yiran clenched her fists, her face full of resentment, but she had no choice but to leave the stage, because she would have died if she hadn't been on the battlefield.

"Too fast! When did he appear there?" Xie Xie exclaimed in surprise. As a speed-attack type Soul Master, he knew very well how terrifying that attack was.

Tang Wulin's expression was equally grave; none of the students present had noticed the puppet's presence.

Extreme bursts of power, extreme concealment—this is Qianmo's fifth puppet, an assassin hidden in the shadows, a death reaper.

"The presence of such a being hidden on the arena puts far more pressure on Luo Guixing and the others than on the other two puppets," Xu Xiaoyan said.

"Defense, control, and agility-based attacks—Qian Mo is practically an army all by himself," Tang Wulin murmured.

"This is one of A-Mo's strengths," Ye Xinglan said softly, her eyes fixed on Qian Mo.

Turning his head again, Tang Wulin found Xie Xie lost in thought with his head down, and softly called out, "Xie Xie, what's wrong?"

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Xie Xie raised his head, his eyes flashing, and said in a deep voice, "Boss, do you think this is the true essence of agility-based attacks?"

"Hiding in the shadows, like a wolf hunting its prey, waiting for you to reveal a weakness before delivering a fatal blow, poses a far greater threat to the enemy than relying on speed to maneuver in the open," Yali exclaimed.

"I didn't expect that Qian Mo, although not an agility-type Soul Master, would have such a unique understanding of agility-type Soul Masters," Shen Yi said with interest.

Wu Changkong coldly commented, "Compared to speed, Qian Mo's agility-based puppets clearly pay more attention to concealing their aura and movements, as well as bursting forth in an instant. This is a very perfect assassin."

Ya Li nodded. "Indeed, sending Qian Mo to the outer academy was the right choice. Look, hasn't he given the academy's agility-based soul masters an inspiration?"

"As expected of His Holiness the Holy Spirit, you truly have a far-sighted vision and extraordinary insight," Shen Yi flattered.

On the stage, Wu Siduo and the others kept a close watch, while Luo Guixing looked around, gritting his teeth, but still found nothing. If they didn't find the Death Reaper, a Damocles' sword would forever hang over their heads, preventing them from going all out.

Seeing that Luo Guixing and the others remained motionless, Qian Mo warily surveyed his surroundings, then defiantly beckoned to them and said casually, "Aren't you coming? Then I'll take the initiative!"

With a wave of his hand, the spirit of the Evil Eye Tyrant slowly floated out of Qian Mo's body. Qian Mo gave the Evil Eye Tyrant a look and said calmly, "Go!"

"Hehehehe!" The Evil Eye Tyrant let out a villainous laugh, and then slowly merged into the body of the Demon Eye Demon Lord puppet.

"Hehehehe!" In the next moment, the Demon Lord's two eyes merged into a single pupil, with a red light flashing in it, making it extremely evil.

Countless dark green branches extended from beneath his robes, with purplish-red lines resembling veins appearing on them, and a pupil suddenly opened at the tip of each branch.

(End of this chapter)