Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

The contestants in the first round of the junior group took to the stage one after another, and the biggest feature of the ten-person free-for-all was the chaos.

It's common to see groups of people forming a verbal alliance only to turn on each other within moments. However, in this chaotic environment, truly capable individuals quickly emerge.

Su Yuntao saw several contestants who were under fifteen years old, but whose soul power was already close to level 20. Their cultivation speed made Su Yuntao feel ashamed.

However, before Su Yuntao could continue his reflections, the Spirit Hall deacon on the arena had already opened the booklet in his hand again, and his voice came through the amplified soul tool clearly:

"Next up, please welcome the twenty-second group of contestants—Ma Hongjun and Oscar."

The moment those two words were uttered, before Su Yuntao could even react, the entire room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into chaos like dry tinder being ignited.

"There are 212 people in the junior group, and it's a free-for-all with 10 people per group. This last group only has two people, but there are two spots available. Isn't this like a windfall?"

"Who's so lucky? Let me see!"

All eyes turned to the arena, where a round-faced fat man and a tall, thin boy walked onto the stage one after the other.

After the two stopped, they looked at each other. Even now, Ma Hongjun still looked incredulous.

"Are we really that lucky? We just got two spots to advance to the second round for nothing?"

Oscar didn't respond, but his expression clearly showed he was trying hard not to laugh.

Su Yuntao sat on the judges' panel, looking at the two figures, one tall and one short, on the stage, and finally confirmed that these two people were Ma Hongjun and Oscar in his memory.

How did these two end up here?

Soon, Su Yuntao realized that they would later enroll in Shrek Academy, which meant they were obviously from the Barak Kingdom or nearby areas.

Therefore, it's not surprising that they appeared at this Chosen One Ceremony.

He withdrew his gaze, not rushing to do anything, but simply sitting quietly on the judges' panel. He watched as the referee walked to the center of the ring, confirmed there were only two people, and then decisively raised his right hand to announce:

"Group 22 - Ma Hongjun and Oscar advance."

Ma Hongjun and Oscar turned and walked off the stage, their steps much faster than when they went up, as if they were afraid that if they were a step too late, their spot would be taken back.

Just as Su Yuntao was thinking about how to find an opportunity to speak with the two, the Spirit Hall steward beside him turned to the next page and spoke again:

"Next, please welcome the twenty-third group of contestants—Zhao Tiezhu, Li Si, Wang Ermazi, Zhou Dayong, Liu Xiaoliu, Chen Laosan, Wu Laoqi, Sun Jiujin, Zheng Sanpang, and—"

He paused, his gaze lingering on the booklet for a moment, before turning to look towards the judges' panel; "and Viscount Su Yuntao."

When the name "Su Yuntao" was uttered, the entire venue fell silent instantly.

Those who were just discussing Ma Hongjun and Oscar seemed to have been paused, and their gazes all turned to the figure on the judges' panel who had not yet stood up.

"Viscount Su...isn't he a judge?"

"Can judges also participate?"

Many others realized that there had never actually been a rule explicitly stating that judges couldn't participate in the competition, but...

Su Yuntao sat in silence on the judges' panel for a moment, then stood up, put his teacup back on the table, and walked offstage.

He walked down the side stairs leading to the judges' table, along the passageway to the edge of the ring, and then flipped himself onto the ring.

When he stepped onto the stage, the nine contestants already standing there exchanged glances, their expressions varied, but most shared the same underlying tone: helplessness.

"This Viscount Su has killed a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast in a direct confrontation. How are we supposed to fight him?"

"Who can argue with that? I'm confident I can handle the others, but this newly promoted viscount..."

Before the words were finished, one of the thin men, dressed in a gray short-sleeved shirt, stepped forward and shouted to the other eight:

"How about... we join forces to deal with Viscount Su? We can't just give away a spot like this, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yuntao chuckled softly, his gaze falling on the man, and said casually:

"Oh? You want to get back at me? Then I'll make a deal with you: whoever eliminates him first..."

He pointed to the thin man who had spoken:

"I'll reserve one advancement spot for that person."

The skinny man's expression instantly fell, his voice carrying a distinctly bitter laugh:

"Viscount Su, you can't do this! This isn't fair!"

Before the words were even finished, the Spirit Hall deacon on the stage shouted, "The competition officially begins!"

The skinny man quickly backed away, shouting to the others as he did so:

"Don't fall for his divisive tactics! He's deliberately trying to sow discord among us!"

But before he could finish speaking, a burly man next to him turned around and pounced on him, aiming a powerful punch straight for his face.

The skinny man hastily dodged to the side, but before he could retaliate, another wave of soul power swept towards him from behind. He swayed left and right, barely managing to avoid two attacks, but on the third, he was tripped by a sweeping leg and fell to the ground. Immediately afterward, the burly man pressed a claw on his shoulder and pushed him out of the arena.

The skinny man rolled half a circle on the ground, and before he could even stand up, the burly man shouted at Su Yuntao:

"Viscount Su! I've eliminated him! Do you stand by your word?"

Su Yuntao nodded: "Of course it counts."

If Su Yuntao were to act according to his true intentions, he would prefer to incite all these people to fight each other to the death at this moment. However, in broad daylight, as the Viscount Su, he still had to save face.

Moreover, Ma Hongjun and Oscar are watching from below. If you want to win them over, you still need to maintain a basic image.

As the burly man retreated to his side and stood still, the golden roc wing bones on his back silently unfolded. With a sudden flap of his wings, he used the lift to take about two steps off the ground. Then, with both wings vibrating simultaneously, his fourth soul skill, Golden Feather Blade, was activated at low altitude. Dense wind blades were released from both sides of his wings at the same time, covering everyone except the burly man.

The wind blades whistled down, leaving clear cutting marks on the ground, forcing the eight people to retreat continuously.

When the wind blades subsided and Su Yuntao retracted his wings and landed steadily on the ground, apart from the burly man who was still standing, the other eight people either retreated outside the arena or were forced to stagger and fall to the ground by the wind blades. No one could still stand in the center of the arena.

The burly man stood half a step behind Su Yuntao, his face filled with immense relief. He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Su Yuntao.

"Thank you, Viscount!"

Su Yuntao waved his hand at him without saying a word.