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

There was a moment of silence from the audience, followed by an even louder murmur than before:

"He's too strong! That wind blade is something an ordinary Soul Master couldn't unleash!"

"He can even fly! How did he do that?"

"As expected of Viscount Su, beating others is like child's play!"

Ma Hongjun stood in the crowd, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He was just feeling smug about how he and Oscar had gotten a spot in the next round for free, but now he suddenly felt that his spot wasn't so great after all.

He turned to Oscar and said, "This is a true power-attack type Soul Master!"

He looked down at his hands, then at the figure in the center of the arena who was retracting his wings.

"Compared to his Phoenix Fireline, my Phoenix Fireline is like a tiny flame."

Oscar stood to the side, staring intently at the figure on the ring, his gaze unwavering. After a long while, he whispered:

"I've always felt that my sausage-shaped martial spirit is no weaker than anyone else's..."

He paused, then said with deep emotion, "But just now, seeing how he fell from mid-air, I realized that that's the kind of martial spirit a man should have."

He put the sausage away without eating it, then returned his gaze to the ring.

Ma Hongjun also remained silent, and the two stood quietly in the crowd, watching Su Yuntao walk back to the judges' table through the side stairs and then sit down again.

Su Yuntao returned to the judges' table and had just picked up his teacup when Kundera turned his head, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder:

"You played well just now, clean and decisive, without any hesitation."

Hall Master Chen nodded, his tone more serious than before:

"Your control over the wind blades is also quite good. With such a large coverage area, you can still accurately avoid everyone's vital points. It seems that His Majesty Kundera was not exaggerating your strength."

Su Yuntao took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and replied humbly:

"Your Majesty and Palace Master Chen are too kind. That was already my strongest skill. That move just now consumed most of my soul power. Fortunately, I managed to fool two people beforehand. If it had been two more of them, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold on."

He said this with a natural expression and a calm tone, as if stating a fact.

Kundera glanced at him, smiled and shook his head, not exposing him, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and turned his gaze back towards the ring.

Hall Master Chen didn't say much, his gaze lingered on Su Yuntao for a moment longer before he looked away.

The match continued.

With Su Yuntao's clean and decisive victory as a precedent, the subsequent matches seemed somewhat lackluster to the audience.

Although there were a few close matches, the lack of that eye-catching, imposing feeling was gone, and the cheers from the audience were noticeably lower than before.

Su Yuntao sat quietly on the judges' panel, his gaze sweeping over each group of contestants.

He noticed a boy with iron chains who acted decisively and without hesitation; a girl with a ponytail whose martial spirit was a short sword, whose movements were nimble and agile; and a slender boy who did not take the initiative to attack, but always managed to escape by skillfully maneuvering when cornered.

The first round of matches ended quickly.

The Spirit Hall deacon on the arena opened a new booklet and announced the start of the second round.

The contestants who entered the second round were all winners of the first round. Their strength was much stronger than that of the first round, and everyone knew that as long as they passed this round, they would qualify for the next round. Therefore, they were much more decisive in their moves than in the first round, and the battles were more intense. The cheers from the audience also rose again.

In the junior group, Su Yuntao's most anticipated players, Ma Hongjun and Oscar, were not assigned to the same group this time.

At the start of the game, Ma Hongjun was hoping for good luck in the first round, intending to profit from the conflict between the two sides.

But this time, the others didn't give him the chance at all. Right at the start, someone moved towards him, and two or three people pressed forward at the same time, forcing him to take action.

Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line does have a certain deterrent effect when it bursts at close range, but his Soul Master level is limited, and the Phoenix Fire Line is not sustainable. After finishing a wave of attacks, his opponent seized the opportunity to close the gap, forcing him off the stage.

Oscar's situation was even worse. His food-type martial soul was completely useless for attacking. Once his opponent had finished fighting and turned their attention to him, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

As for the contestants that Su Yuntao had noticed before, whether it was the boy with the iron chain, the girl with the ponytail, or the boy with agile movements, they were all quite lucky and passed the second round of assessment.

As Su Yuntao watched them walk off the stage one by one from the judges' panel, he mentally reviewed their names and fighting styles, thinking that if possible, he could try to win them over.

Su Yuntao's second round match was arguably the easiest of the entire competition.

After he went on stage, the nine people in his group looked at each other, but no one moved. Then one of them took a step forward and cupped his hands in greeting to Su Yuntao.

"Your Excellency, we've discussed it, and no one wants to fight you. We'll decide who comes in second ourselves. What do you say?"

If we can avoid taking action, then we certainly won't!

Therefore, Su Yuntao secured his advancement spot without even lifting a finger. As he stepped off the stage, he could vaguely sense some indescribable expressions in the eyes of the surrounding spectators.

But he didn't care what others thought, and walked back to the judges' seat along the side stairs and sat down again.

But what truly surprised everyone was yet to come.

When it was the last group's turn in the youth group, a pair of twin sisters who looked to be in their mid-twenties stepped onto the stage. They were wearing the same light blue outfits, had the same high ponytails, and even their steps were almost synchronized.

Both of them had a soul power level of 39.

At this age, having this level of Soul Master is already quite good, but it's not quite impressive yet.

Until their match began, the two simultaneously revealed their martial spirits.

They were two black hunting dogs, long and slender with sharp eyes, crouching on either side of the two men's feet.

Immediately afterwards, the two men took a step forward simultaneously, and the two hounds merged into one in the same instant, forming a huge black shadow in the center of the arena:

It was a two-headed giant dog, its entire body jet black, its mane bristling like steel needles. Both heads were raised simultaneously, emitting a deep and heavy roar, and a heavy sense of oppression spread out in that instant.

That aura completely exceeded the limits of a Soul Venerable, reaching at least the level of a Soul King.