Film and Television: Starting with Using AI to Solve the Rare Chess Puzzle

The two of them naturally knew who the kid Dugu Bo was talking about was.

She Mao Douluo held his serpent spear horizontally in front of him, its tip flickering with blue light: "Very well. Since you're courting death, then so be it."

The two titled Douluo attacked simultaneously. The porcupine's barbs grew outwards, transforming into a sky full of poisonous needles, each containing enough poison to kill a Soul Saint; She Mao's black serpent spear tore through the air, piercing straight for Dugu Bo's throat with a piercing sound.

Instead of retreating, Dugu Bo advanced. The Azure Phosphorus Serpent King roared to the sky, its seventh spirit ring lit up, and its Martial Soul True Form was fully released. A giant Azure Phosphorus Serpent, over twenty meters long, coiled around him, its eyes icy cold, its mouth wide open, spewing out a vast expanse of Azure Phosphorus poisonous mist.

"Walk!"

Dugu Bo roared and fought against two titled Douluo, Citun and Shemao, simultaneously.

Tang San gritted his teeth, grabbed Xiao Wu's hand, and turned to run wildly into the depths of Sunset Forest. Behind them came earth-shattering roars, the hiss of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King intertwined with the furious shouts of the two Title Douluos, each collision causing the earth to tremble.

run.

run.

There's no turning back.

The Xuan Tian Gong was activated to the point that his meridians were groaning. The steps taken by the ghostly figure had lost their order, and only an instinctive will to survive was driving him.

But he couldn't turn back. Turning back would be betraying her, turning back would mean letting Xiao Wu die with him.

"Kid, this is all we can do for you."

Dugu Bo's cold voice came from the distance of the dense forest, and Tang San's heart skipped a beat—he knew that the kid Dugu Bo was talking about was not him, which meant that someone around him was already watching him, like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows.

Tang San pulled Xiao Wu up and sped away.

However, just when he thought he was vigilant enough—and thought he could escape with Xiao Wu—the hairs on his back stood on end, and a cold, deadly sense of crisis, as if from the depths of hell, shot up his spine to the back of his head.

He tried to use Ghostly Appearance to dodge, but it was too late.

The attacker's timing was impeccable, so precise that it occurred precisely at the one-thousandth of a second when he took a breath. At the juncture where his mind transitioned from intense tension to brief relaxation, in the brief pause of his soul power circulation—a sword silently pierced his back.

The sword had no killing intent.

There was no warning whatsoever.

Without a sound.

It was like a gentle breeze that should naturally exist between heaven and earth, naturally brushing against his back and then naturally passing through his body.

Tang San looked down and saw a blood-stained sword tip protruding from his chest.

The tip of the sword was wreathed in a black and white light, like ink spreading on rice paper. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, yet utterly deadly.

The protective true energy of the Xuan Tian Gong was as fragile as paper in the face of this sword.

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something. He wanted to tell Xiao Wu to run, to warn his father to be careful, and to question who the attacker behind him was—but all that rose to his throat was a mouthful of scalding blood.

An overwhelming surge of true energy flowed into his body through the sword, sweeping through his meridians like a flood bursting its banks. Wherever it passed, the true energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill crumbled and his meridians shattered.

The death warrant was already in his hand, but the attacker seemed to have anticipated this, grabbing his wrist at the same time as thrusting out the sword, preventing him from even using any hidden weapon techniques to turn the tide.

With a slight tremor, the poisoned needle from the Yama's Sticker pierced his brow, and immediately everything went black before his eyes, and he lost consciousness completely.

"So it seems the protagonist can be killed too. I guess I was overthinking it... huh?!"

At that moment, a slightly surprised voice rang out.

"elder brother--!"

Xiao Wu's scream pierced the night sky.

She saw it. She saw the sword emerge from Tang San's chest, saw dark red blood condense into droplets on the sword tip, falling one by one into the soil at her feet. Her pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints; the instincts of a 100,000-year-old soul beast allowed her to clearly see the attacker's appearance.

It was a young man dressed in a black robe.

He walked up behind Tang San, his steps as leisurely as if he were strolling in his own backyard. His face was expressionless, but deep within his pupils, black and white light flickered silently. It was the same person who had been staring at her from the Soto Grand Arena.

It's him.

It's always been him.

From Soto City to Shrek Academy, from Heaven Dou City to Sunset Forest at this moment—this person has been secretly lurking, waiting, as patient as a venomous snake coiled in a dark corner. And now, he has finally bared his fangs.

"Let go of my brother!" Xiao Wu screamed and rushed over. She activated her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul and teleported to Lu Ming's side. She kicked him in the head.

Xiao Wu swung a whip kick at Lu Ming's neck, but it felt like kicking a red-hot iron plate. A piercing pain shot up her foot, and she gritted her teeth, using the recoil to flip herself to the ground, her left foot no longer daring to touch the ground.

Lu Ming raised his hand. His movements seemed slow, but he precisely gripped Xiao Wu's ankle, then his right palm formed a knife and gently sliced ​​at the back of her neck.

Xiao Wu let out a muffled groan and her body went limp as she collapsed to the ground.

Holding Xiao Wu, Lu Ming flipped his hand and stabbed Tang San in the head with his sword again, finishing him off with another blow. He didn't want any accidents to happen. Then, he put away the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at Tang San's waist and rushed towards the path that had been prepared in advance.

After he left, a figure dressed in black robes, covered in blood, came running from afar. Tang Hao knelt before the corpse lying in a pool of blood, his hands trembling as he embraced his son's head.

"Mistress...mistress..." He called his son's name over and over again, his voice going from sobs to roars, and from roars to silent wails. The Haotian Hammer slipped from his limp hands and crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater.

Dugu Bo stood at a distance, gazing in the direction Lu Ming had disappeared, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He withdrew his Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor true form, turned, and disappeared into the dense forest without saying a word to anyone.

Both the Porcupine Douluo and the Spear Douluo were injured and helped each other to their feet. They exchanged a glance and saw shock in each other's eyes—Lu Ming actually dared to snatch a soul beast right under the noses of so many Title Douluos.

Bibi Dong landed not far from Tang Hao, looking at Tang San who was already lifeless in Tang Hao's arms, and then looking in the direction where Lu Ming disappeared, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Investigate for me." Her voice was as cold as the December wind. "Who exactly is the person who killed Tang Hao's son and kidnapped the 100,000-year-old soul beast?"

"But before that, leave Tang Hao here!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded and charged towards Tang Hao together with Ghost. Their spirit rings began to overlap, and their martial spirits merged, transforming into a huge Yin-Yang Taiji diagram that enveloped the surroundings. Time and space around them stood still at this moment.

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Lu Ming raised his hand. His movements seemed slow, but he precisely gripped Xiao Wu's ankle, then his right palm formed a knife and gently sliced ​​at the back of her neck.

Xiao Wu let out a muffled groan and her body went limp as she collapsed to the ground.

Holding Xiao Wu, Lu Ming flipped his hand and stabbed Tang San in the head with his sword again, finishing him off with another blow. He didn't want any accidents to happen. Then, he put away the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at Tang San's waist and rushed towards the path that had been prepared in advance.

After he left, a figure dressed in black robes, covered in blood, came running from afar. Tang Hao knelt before the corpse lying in a pool of blood, his hands trembling as he embraced his son's head.

"Mistress...mistress..." He called his son's name over and over again, his voice going from sobs to roars, and from roars to silent wails. The Haotian Hammer slipped from his limp hands and crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater.

Dugu Bo stood at a distance, gazing in the direction Lu Ming had disappeared, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He withdrew his Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor true form, turned, and disappeared into the dense forest without saying a word to anyone.

Both the Porcupine Douluo and the Spear Douluo were injured and helped each other to their feet. They exchanged a glance and saw shock in each other's eyes—Lu Ming actually dared to snatch a soul beast right under the noses of so many Title Douluos.

Bibi Dong landed not far from Tang Hao, looking at Tang San who was already lifeless in Tang Hao's arms, and then looking in the direction where Lu Ming disappeared, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Investigate for me." Her voice was as cold as the December wind. "Who exactly is the person who killed Tang Hao's son and kidnapped the 100,000-year-old soul beast?"

"But before that, leave Tang Hao here!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded and charged towards Tang Hao together with Ghost. Their spirit rings began to overlap, and their martial spirits merged, transforming into a huge Yin-Yang Taiji diagram that enveloped the surroundings. Time and space around them stood still at this moment.