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

Qin Ming stood to the side, his eyes wide with astonishment:

"Bro, are you serious? A thousand gold soul coins is no small amount! I know those two; I've fought them in the singles competition before. I can easily beat them one-on-one, but the doubles competition is different—"

He paused, gritted his teeth as if making a decision, and pulled out his money pouch, counted out one hundred gold soul coins, and placed them on the pouch as well.

"Fine, I'll play along! Let's gamble, maybe a bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!"

The registration staff took the money, quickly and efficiently issued two betting slips, and then led them through the passage to the two-on-two arena.

The two-on-two ring is more than twice as spacious as the one-on-one ring, and the railings around the edges are also higher than those in a singles match.

At this moment, two people were already standing on the opposite side of the arena, one tall and one short, talking in hushed tones.

The host stood in the center of the arena, holding a megaphone, his voice booming throughout the entire sub-arena:

"Ladies and gentlemen! The next doubles match is about to begin! First, let's welcome today's defending champions—the Empire's Twin Pillars! Zhao Yan and Zhou Tong!"

He gestured towards the left side of the ring, and the lights shone on it.

The tall Zhao Yan was in his early thirties, with an iron shield strapped to his right arm. His soul power fluctuations were steady and heavy, making him look like a hardcore defensive soul master.

The short Zhou Tong had a pair of short sticks hanging from his waist. He was lean and had a nimble build. When he stood next to Zhao Yan, he gave off a sense of agility, as if he was ready to dart out from the side at any moment.

The two waved to the audience at the same time, which drew applause and cheers.

After the applause subsided slightly, the host changed his tone and raised his voice by half an octave:

"And their opponents are—the Twin Wolves! Fire Wolf Qin Ming! and Lone Wolf Su Yuntao!"

The lights turned towards the entrance where Su Yuntao and Qin Ming were standing. Su Yuntao squinted, feeling that the light was a bit too bright.

A more lively discussion than before erupted from the audience.

Some people whistled, some shook their heads with their arms crossed, and others shouted excitedly in their direction.

The host read out the information of the two teams one by one. When he read out Su Yuntao's name, a level 32 Battle Soul Master with the Martial Soul Lone Wolf, Zhao Yan and Zhou Tong on the other side clearly exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing across their expressions.

Zhou Tong's lips twitched. Although he didn't laugh out loud, he couldn't suppress his barely concealed excitement.

The referee, confirming both sides were ready, raised his right hand and decisively lowered it: "The match begins!"

The moment the referee finished speaking, Zhao Yan was the first to move.

He held the iron shield horizontally in front of him, and his aura suddenly became heavy and imposing, like a moving stone wall pressing down on Qin Ming.

At the same time, Zhou Tong's figure swayed, like a gray shadow darting out from the side, a pair of short sticks already in his hands, blocking all possible escape routes for Qin Ming from the front and back.

This completely disregards Su Yuntao, intending to eliminate Qin Ming directly with the combined strength of the two of them.

Qin Ming did not retreat. He let out a low shout, and a layer of crimson soul power suddenly shone on his body. His hands transformed into sharp claws, and faint flame patterns appeared on the surface of his body. His martial soul, the Fiery Wolf, possessed him, and he pounced on Zhao Yan head-on like a wolf wrapped in flames.

The moment the two collided, a muffled explosion rang out. Zhao Yan's iron shield was struck by Qin Ming's claw, sparks flew everywhere, and the ground shook.

Zhao Yan took a step back to steady himself, while Qin Ming used the recoil to propel himself into the air, adjusted his direction in mid-air, and pounced down again. His claw shadows, wrapped in heat waves, launched three consecutive attacks, forcing Zhao Yan to use his iron shield to block them continuously.

Zhou Tong moved at the same time Qin Ming lunged at Zhao Yan. He ducked low, like an arrow skimming the ground, and slashed at Qin Ming's landing spot from the side, his short stick aimed straight for Qin Ming's knees.

Su Yuntao sensed Zhou Tong's intention the moment he made a move.

Dare to ignore me?

We'll have to see if you have the capability.

Without further hesitation, he exerted force with his feet and charged directly towards Zhou Tong's side.

Without probing, he simply raised his left hand and slashed directly at Zhou Tong's wrist, which was holding the stick.

Zhou Tong hadn't expected him to be so fast, so he had to change his move and parry with his staff.

The stick and claws collided with a crisp sound. Su Yuntao's claws left three white marks on the surface of the short stick. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and his other claw followed closely, reaching straight for Zhou Tong's chest.

Zhou Tong jerked back to avoid the claw, his toes barely touching the ground as he took several steps back, a clear look of surprise on his face.

He originally thought that this level 32 Soul Master would adopt a hit-and-run tactic like most low-level Soul Masters, but he didn't expect the other party to engage him in close combat right away.

What's worse, his wrists were actually a little numb from that hard collision, and the strength of those hands was clearly not at the level expected for someone of his caliber.

Su Yuntao didn't give him a chance to adjust. He lowered his upper body slightly, and the bluish-gray light on his arms was even brighter than before.

He had repeated the moves of the Thirty-Six Claws of the Rending Wind countless times. At this moment, he didn't need to think; his body knew exactly how to move.

He caught up in one step, his claws striking out alternately, the continuous claw strikes blocking all of Zhou Tong's lateral movements, forcing him to retreat step by step.

On the other side, Zhao Yan couldn't understand why Zhou Tong was suppressed by Su Yuntao, a level 32 Battle Soul Venerable. But now was not the time to think about the reasons. He suddenly exerted his strength and used his shield to knock Qin Ming back half a step. He turned around and was about to go to support him.

But Qin Ming was not about to let him go. He flashed and was already close to Zhao Yan's side, his sharp claws carrying a streak of crimson fire as he aimed straight for the gap in Zhao Yan's shoulder armor.

Zhao Yan had no choice but to raise his shield again to meet the attack, and the two collided once more, their fiery soul power colliding with the iron shield and bursting into a dazzling light.

Su Yuntao didn't pay attention to Qin Ming's situation; all his attention was focused on Zhou Tong.

Although Zhou Tong was suppressed, he still managed to defend very well with his pair of short sticks.

Su Yuntao launched more than a dozen consecutive attacks, all of which were blocked by him. Occasionally, he could even retaliate with a strike or two, forcing Su Yuntao to dodge to the side.

Su Yuntao took a slight step back during another clash. Zhou Tong thought he was finally running out of strength, so he seized the opportunity and swung both sticks at Su Yuntao's chest.

Su Yuntao did not retreat. His second soul ring, the Silver Wolf Armor, silently lit up, and a layer of silver-gray light covered the spot where he was hit. The short stick made a dull thud the moment it hit his chest. The silver armor shattered, but his body only swayed slightly.

With his second soul ring alone, he couldn't withstand a full-force attack from Zhou Tong, a Soul Master. But don't forget, Su Yuntao's physical abilities have long surpassed those of ordinary Soul Masters. By taking the attack head-on, Su Yuntao was almost completely unharmed.