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

Su Yuntao's mind stirred slightly. Originally, he had planned to accumulate intelligence points for the next simulation, but now the situation clearly did not allow him to worry about that anymore.

He decisively focused his attention on the system, and a pale golden light screen silently unfolded before his eyes, with several lines of small seal script appearing one after another:

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[Intelligence ①: Examiner Lu Heng, Martial Soul: Earth-Splitting Bear, True Soul Power Level: Level 57 Battle Soul King, Ability Characteristics: Defensive Soul Master, skilled in direct confrontation and power-based attrition warfare. Under Salas's orders, he participated in the assessment as a Level 44 Battle Soul Master, with the aim of forcing the host to fail in the assessment and ruin his path to advancement.]

[Intelligence ②: Salas has long desired to become Chrysanthemum Douluo's disciple but has been unsuccessful. Recently, he learned that Chrysanthemum Douluo favors the host and has personally promised to accept him as a disciple after the assessment. Salas is therefore filled with jealousy and resentment. This trip, under the guise of the assessment, is ostensibly to win over the host, but in reality, he intends to suppress him. If he succeeds in winning him over, he will bring the host under his control; if he fails, he will find a way to make the host fail the assessment, thus blocking the host's chance to enter the Spirit Temple.]

[Intelligence ③: The Heaven Dou Martial Soul Temple's assessment team is not ruled solely by Salas. Several Temple members accompanying the team come from other factions. If the host performs exceptionally well in the assessment, even with Salas leading the team, his brilliance cannot be completely overshadowed. The assessment scores require joint verification by multiple people; even if Salas is unwilling, he cannot control everything.]

Upon receiving the three pieces of intelligence, Su Yuntao instantly understood his predicament.

Unexpectedly, this Lord Salas, who had been so kind and concerned before, seemingly eager to recruit talent, was actually only after his own favor. What he truly cared about was never the assessment at the Notting branch, but rather using this pretext to undermine me.

Su Yuntao sneered inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.

He looked at the burly man opposite him named Lu Heng, cupped his hands slightly, and said calmly, "Please enlighten me."

Without further ado, he channeled his soul power, and three soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet—one white, one yellow, and one purple—and began to rotate evenly around his body.

The expressions of the few temple members who had been sitting up straight on the sidelines, ready to watch the show, changed instantly when their eyes fell on the three spirit rings.

Someone frowned and couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "The first spirit ring is ten years, the second is a hundred years... How could Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo possibly take a liking to such a spirit ring configuration?"

Another member of the temple shook his head, his tone clearly showing disappointment: "Lord Salas, is this the rising star you mentioned who was favored by Chrysanthemum Douluo?"

Salas picked up his teacup and took a sip, seemingly trying to hide something, but the barely suppressed smile on his lips betrayed him.

He was indeed somewhat surprised. He had thought that Su Yuntao could catch Chrysanthemum Douluo's eye, even if he was a bit older, he should at least have a solid foundation and a reasonable soul ring configuration. But when he met him, he found that this person's soul ring configuration was simply outrageous.

Ten-year spirit rings, hundred-year spirit rings, with such a foundation, what exactly does Chrysanthemum Douluo see in him?

Salas even felt that sending Lu Heng was an overreaction.

To deal with a level 31 Soul Master whose initial Soul Ring is only ten years old and whose second Soul Ring is only one hundred years old, sending an ordinary level 40 examiner would be more than enough.

In the center of the arena, Lu Heng's gaze swept over Su Yuntao's spirit rings. He frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of confusion:

"Your third soul ring is not bad, but why are your first and second soul rings so poor?"

Su Yuntao smiled bitterly to himself. Was this something he had misunderstood?

Given the original owner's limited resources, he himself was quite helpless, wasn't he?

But he showed no sign of fear in his words, simply saying:

"This is the way I came from."

Lu Heng glanced at him upon hearing this, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded and said, "In that case, let's fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot, causing the ground to tremble violently. Four spirit rings lit up on his body: yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—the standard configuration of a Battle Spirit Master.

Lu Heng is a level 57 Battle Soul King, but he only shows four Soul Rings on the surface, making his disguise watertight.

Without hesitation, Su Yuntao moved and made the first move.

The Thirty-Six Claws of Rift Wind poured out like a torrential rain, their claws attacking Lu Heng from all angles with sharp, whistling sounds.

Lu Heng stretched out his arms and used the thick skin and flesh of the Earth-Splitting Bear Martial Soul to block several blows, but he soon realized something was wrong. Su Yuntao's claws were not simple cuts; each strike carried an internal force like an undercurrent that seeped into his skin the moment they made contact, leaving a tingling sensation.

Lu Heng grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He originally thought that an opponent with this kind of spirit ring configuration would be defeated in no more than two or three moves, but Su Yuntao's attacks were continuous and incredibly fast. His footwork was unpredictable, making all his strength miss its mark.

What surprised him most was that Su Yuntao's claw technique was clearly not an ordinary soul skill. The smooth transition between offense and defense, and the progressive changes in strength, were clearly a complete martial arts system that could only be formed after countless trials and tribulations.

The Temple members, who had initially been somewhat disappointed, unconsciously sat up straight and refocused their attention on Su Yuntao.

One person couldn't help but whisper, "This is... a unique martial skill developed based on a corresponding soul skill?"

The other person asked with a puzzled look, "Which powerful family does Su Yuntao come from? Have you noticed him before? Such a unique martial art cannot be created without the accumulation of several generations."

"Could it be that the reason he chose ten-year and one-hundred-year spirit rings for his first and second spirit rings was to match this exclusive martial skill?" The third person tentatively asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty. "I've heard that some martial skills do have special requirements for certain attributes of spirit rings, and forcing the use of high-quality spirit rings might actually affect the effect..."

At this moment, even Salas couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

He had initially thought Su Yuntao was just a lucky nobody, but the exquisite skill behind his claw technique forced him to reassess his opinion of the opponent.

Could it be that Su Yuntao chose such a low-level soul ring at the beginning because this martial skill has special limitations?

It wasn't that he didn't want to choose a better spirit ring, but rather that only spirit rings of this age could complement this martial art.

Su Yuntao was unaware that the people on the sidelines had already come up with a whole set of reasonable reasoning for his family's secret techniques and martial arts that restricted his soul rings. At this moment, he was completely immersed in the battle.

Although the insights and understanding of the Thirty-Six Claws of the Rending Wind were crystal clear in his mind, he had not yet fully integrated them with this body.

As the battle continued, his attacks became increasingly fluid, with the angle, force, and timing of each strike constantly being fine-tuned, approaching perfection.