Douluo Continent: Kunxu Descends, Second-Player Players Are Stunned

Chapter 92 Unethical Tactical Command (4k)

"That's so tacky!"

Know your enemy and you will never be defeated.

In preparation for this competition, Wu Rou specially sent people to inquire about various tactics.

I heard that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan is brewing golden juice, determined to turn the arena into a cesspool. The rabbit fur all over its body is expressing its resistance!

This brat named "Yu Xiaogang" is just as vulgar as his name suggests!

This is a competition!

This isn't a Resident Evil scenario!

When in doubt, request outside help.

Wu Rou made a decisive move and went to the Papal Palace to meet Qian Xunji, intending to punish Yu Xiaogang for his lack of martial ethics by applying the competition rules.

After listening to the complaints, Qian Xunji calmly said, "Just reserve an ice-type Soul Master in the team, and you can freeze all that golden liquid. Is it really necessary to change the rules so drastically?"

Wu Rou: You're a fucking genius!

"Your Holiness the Pope, even if this thing is frozen, it's still disgusting!"

"That's simple. You have a wind-type Soul Master blow the frozen molten gold into the Thunder Academy's team, then a fire-type Soul Master melts the ice with high temperature. Won't they reap what they sow?"

As a skilled gamer, Qian Xunji quickly came up with a solution to the problem.

Sometimes, he really felt that the fighting techniques of this era were really outdated.

Don't you know how to use combo attacks?

Inspired, Wu Rou seemed to have opened the door to a new world and suddenly came up with some unethical but not disgusting methods.

If you freeze the golden juicy liquid into ice blocks, throw them into the enemy academy team, and then melt them with a fire-type soul skill, wouldn't that be able to—

Older gingers are more spicy!

When it comes to being utterly immoral, no one can compare to the Pope!

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow. Qian Xunji leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, watching Wu Rou with a relaxed expression.

"So, how's the preparation for Martial Soul Middle School's team going?"

Wu Rou put aside the fear she had just felt from being dominated by the golden liquid and said seriously, "Your Holiness, three teams have been formed so far, namely Team One, Team Two, and Team Three."

"Team One is the main force, composed of top students from the fourth and fifth grades. I am the captain, and the team members include: Bibi Dong, twin martial souls, soul power level 47; Jin Tielin, martial soul Golden Crocodile, soul power level 43; Feng Ling, young master of the Wind Sword Sect, soul power level 42; Rui Xing, twin martial souls, soul power level 38; Bao Jieyi, niece of the Fire Leopard Sect Master, soul power level 41; and Hu Yanyi, son of the Elephant Armor Sect Master, soul power level 40."

Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow: "Hmm, this configuration is not bad."

Bibi Dong is Wu Rou's adopted daughter, Luckin Coffee is a rising star in the tea beverage industry, and everyone else is a relative of a big shot—they're all connected through connections.

With Wu Rou, a Soul Emperor, leading the team, they're sure to win the championship.

The others are just putting on a resume.

"What about the other two teams?"

"Teams Two and Three are mainly composed of average fifth and sixth graders, all of whom are at least Soul Masters, and their captains are all Soul Kings."

Qian Xunji nodded, "Well arranged."

Those with connections can boost their champion resumes, while those with real talent can gain leadership experience, guaranteeing them a spot in the top ten.

Everyone has a bright future!

"What are the tactics? How are you going to fight?"

Wu Rou was prepared. She took out a thick booklet from her bosom and presented it with both hands. "This is a preliminary tactical plan. Please review it, Your Majesty."

Qian Xunji took the booklet, flipped through it casually, closed it, and looked at Wu Rou: "That's it?"

Wu Rou paused for a moment, then asked, "Your Holiness the Pope means—"

Chihiro sighed, stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to her.

"Wu Rou, you're a seasoned veteran, why is your tactical thinking still so conservative?"

Wu Rou's lips twitched.

keep?

Her tactics were based on classic battles from previous Soul Master Competitions and tailored to the characteristics of each team member. How could they be considered conservative?

Qian Xunji looked at her with a half-smile: "Tell me, what's the most important thing in a competition?"

"win."

"No," Chihiro shook her head. "The most important thing in a competition is to make others lose!"

Wu Rou blinked, not quite understanding.

Qianxunji put the plan aside.

"The tactics you've prepared, like controlling the burst of speed and counter-attacking, are all legitimate. Legitimate tactics can certainly lead to victory, but they're exhausting, slow, and not aesthetically pleasing. The truly brilliant tactics are those that defeat the opponent before they even begin to fight."

Wu Rou seemed to be deep in thought.

"For example?"

"For example—" Qian Xunji held up one finger, "pre-match psychological warfare."

"The day before the match, send someone to spy on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan's residence, deliberately letting them discover it. If caught, just say you went to the wrong door," making the others suspicious and feel that their tactics had been leaked. How will they fight during the match? They'll be hesitant and timid. And once they hesitate, their weaknesses will be exposed.

Wu Rou's eyes lit up.

"For example—" Qian Xunji held up a second finger, "the exploitation of pre-match rules."

"The competition rules stipulate that participating teams must arrive one hour before the match for registration. You bring your team to the sidelines two hours in advance, pretending to warm up, but actually observing your opponents. When your opponents arrive and see that you are already prepared, they will start to wonder if you have some secret weapon or if you have studied our tactics. Once they feel uneasy, their momentum will weaken by three points."

Wu Rou nodded repeatedly.

"For example—" Qian Xunji held up his third finger, "psychological interference during the competition."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"Why do armies beat drums, blow horns, and shout slogans during battles? It's not just for the sound of it; it's to intimidate the enemy. Similarly, during a competition, have your cheerleaders wear uniforms and shout the same slogans. Start shouting right from the beginning, shout as loud as you can, until the opponent's ears are ringing. You can even make up some absurd and embarrassing slogans for the opponent, making them uneasy."

"Think about it, if a player is on the field and gets distracted by the opposing team's cheerleading, how can he concentrate on the game?"

Wu Rou opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Qian Xunji continued, "Also, during the match, make sure your team members talk a lot. Not to their teammates, but to their opponents."

He cleared his throat and imitated a provocative tone: "Hey, who did you learn this soul skill from? Why is it so slow?"

"Be careful, this move of mine is really powerful. I almost killed someone when I used it last time."

"Oh, kid, you're flying! Everyone on the field can see up your skirt now!"

"You're sweating, are you nervous? Don't be nervous, relax, it's okay if you lose, your school is just like that anyway."

Qian Xunji shrugged: "These words, seemingly casual conversation, are actually all aimed at the heart. When the opponent hears them, they will either be distracted or get angry. Once they are distracted or angry, they will make a mistake."

Wu Rou was stunned.

In all her years of life, she had never even considered one of these tricks.

Qian Xunji got excited and became more and more enthusiastic, almost ruining the competition.

"Does the competition venue have boundary lines? Are there obstacles? Are there elevation differences? These can all be used. For example, have your agility-type Soul Masters run specifically towards the boundary line to lure the opponent into chasing. Once the opponent chases, pretend you can't dodge and dodge to the side. If the opponent can't stop their momentum and steps out of bounds, they'll be eliminated immediately."

Wu Rou swallowed hard: "This—wouldn't this be considered a foul?"

Qian Xunji waved his hand: "As long as you make it look like an accident, who will say you're cheating?"

"For example, how we utilize light," Qian Xunji said, becoming increasingly excited. "Are competition venues usually outdoors or indoors?"

Wu Rou didn't know what to say anymore, she just nodded mechanically.

"And then there's the feint attack." Qian Xunji held up his fourth finger. "Have your offensive-type Soul Masters launch a feint attack from the front to draw attention, while your agility-type Soul Masters flank from behind—"

"For example, feigning injury," Qian Xunji said, his eyebrows dancing with excitement. "Have your team members pretend to be hit, fall to the ground, and scream in pain. When the opponent tries to finish them off, your team members suddenly pounce and launch a sneak attack, hitting their target every time."

Wu Rou finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Your Holiness, isn't this just cheating?"

Qian Xunji glanced at her and smiled.

"Cheating? That's called tactics. The rules only specify what you can't do, not what you can't do outside of that. As long as you don't break the rules, you can do anything."

He stood up, walked up to Wu Rou, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Wu Rou, you must remember, the essence of this world is competition. The essence of competition is to do everything possible to win and make your opponent lose. The way of the gentleman is not to win the game. Only those who are unconventional can stand in the end."

Why not learn proper combat techniques instead of learning the benevolent warfare of angels and gods?

This is treating people like idiots!

Wu Rou remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"I see."

Qian Xunji smiled with satisfaction: "Go ahead, incorporate these ideas into the training. I want to see a different Wuhun Middle School team."

Wu Rou bowed and took her leave.

As she reached the door, Qian Xunji's voice suddenly rang out from behind her: "By the way, about that golden juice issue," Wu Rou turned around.

Chihiro said with a smile, "Actually, there's an even simpler way."

"What method?"

"Before the match, they bribed someone to replace their 'golden juice' buckets with colored water. When they pulled them out during the match, they found they were full of water. Guess what their expressions were?"

Wu Rou was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"His Holiness the Pope is wise."

When it comes to being utterly immoral, you have to look to the Pope!

Martial Soul Middle School, training ground.

Bibi Dong is leading the first and second teams in a sparring training session.

With the Limit Douluo's skill level set in place, the teammates' synergy improved rapidly.

"Luckin Coffee, expand your ice mist control range! Leopard Jieyi, stop rushing in and wait for my signal! Jin Tielin, you're charging in too aggressively, protect the backline!"

While directing the attack, Bibi Dong moved along the edge of the battlefield, occasionally unleashing a soul skill to perfectly counter the Buddha's offensive.

Suddenly, Wu Rou appeared at the edge of the training field and shouted, "Assemble!"

The team members immediately stopped training and jogged over to gather around.

Wu Rou glanced around, her gaze lingering on each person's face for a moment, before speaking.

"Just now, I went to see His Holiness the Pope."

The team members were invigorated.

Your Holiness the Pope!

That's the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, a legendary Title Douluo!

Wu Rou continued, "His Holiness the Pope is very satisfied with our team's lineup, but he has offered some suggestions for improvement regarding our tactical approach."

She pulled a piece of paper from her bosom, which was covered with the "wicked ideas" that Qian Xunji had just mentioned.

"For the next two weeks, we will conduct special training based on these new ideas."

The team members looked at each other, bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

Wu Rou cleared her throat and began to read them one by one.

When the topic of "pre-match psychological warfare" was read, the team members seemed to be deep in thought.

When the phrase "psychological interference during the competition" was read, someone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When the text read out "rules for using the venue," Tyrone scratched his head, looking confused.

When the phrase "faking injury" was read, Huo Wu frowned, seemingly disagreeing.

When the order to "replace the opponent's Golden Juice Bucket" was read, everyone was stunned.

Then, everyone burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"That's so mean!"

"If the people of the Blue Lightning Overlord Clan found out that the golden elixir they brewed had turned into water, wouldn't they be furious?"

Only Bibi Dong:

I can't laugh! I can't laugh at all!

Little Gang, do you want to destroy the image of you that I admire and respect?

How could you come up with such a tasty and disgusting way to win the game?

Unusually, Bibi Dong did not intend to leak this news to Yu Xiaogang.

Because she simply couldn't bear to have gold juice on her body.

That's absolutely disgusting!

Wu Rou raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Don't laugh. These are tactical insights personally imparted to you by His Holiness the Pope. From now on, you must integrate these ideas into your training."

No one nodded in unison.

Wu Rou began assigning tasks.

She looked at Bibi Dong: "Dong'er, I have a special mission."

Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.

Wu Rou lowered her voice and repeated the "bucket replacement plan".

"I heard Yu Xiaogang is your ex. You'll be in charge of this mission. Make sure to use your charm to seduce Jinzhi!"

Bibi Dong was stunned.

Replace the golden juice container?

Will Xiaogang get angry?

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Wu Rou stopped her with a raised hand.

"I know what you're thinking. But don't you want to know what's on his mind? Is it you who's more important, or the results of the competition?"

Seeing that Bibi Dong was still hesitating, Wu Rou's expression also became somewhat displeased.

If Yu Xiaogang loved Bibi Dong, she certainly wouldn't haggle over a few buckets of gold juice.

However, as far as she knew, Yu Xiaogang didn't love Bibi Dong at all.

All he cares about is profit!

How could her daughter fall in love with that useless, greedy good-for-nothing who can't lift a finger or carry a load?

Yu Xiaogang, he doesn't deserve it!

However, Wu Rou knows Bibi Dong too well.

She is stubborn, and directly sowing discord will only intensify the feelings of the powerful man; the opposite approach must be taken.

"Thunder High School might not even be able to face our team—they're too weak! Among the teams participating this year, their strength is estimated to be ranked around 10th, and they probably won't even make it into the top four."

Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time before nodding.

"I'll give it a try!"

But I couldn't help but mutter to myself—

Change the bucket.

Stealing.

He disguised himself as injured and then launched a sneak attack.

Deliberate provocation.

Lure them out of bounds.

Is this really how a competition should be?

Qian Xunji: If you're not as skilled as others, just say so. There's no need to try to save face!

Being unethical is also a form of strength!

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