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

Zhou Tong's expression changed from surprise to solemnity.

Isn't this person level 32?

Isn't he a speed-attack type Soul Master?

Why were you able to withstand the full force of my attack, a level 43 offensive-type Soul Master?

The moment Zhou Tong withdrew his staff, Su Yuntao had already closed in on him, his left leg slightly bent, his center of gravity lowered, and he swung his claw upwards towards Zhou Tong's chest and abdomen.

Zhou Tong scrambled backward to dodge the attack, but he had already retreated to the edge of the arena, less than three steps from the boundary line.

Zhao Yan also noticed Zhou Tong's decline. Although his defense was still solid, Qin Ming's relentless attacks had left seven or eight charred claw marks on his iron shield.

Zhao Yan glanced at Zhou Tong's position, then suddenly slammed the iron shield into the ground, using the shield as a springboard to charge at Qin Ming. This attack, imbued with all his soul power, forced Qin Ming to take two steps back, instantly widening the distance between them.

Taking advantage of the opening, Zhao Yan quickly rushed to Zhou Tong's vicinity and shouted, "Change players!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tong did not linger in the fight. He feinted with his double sticks and forced Su Yuntao back with a single thrust, then quickly moved towards Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan pressed forward at the same time, and the two exchanged blows in the center of the ring.

Qin Ming faced off against Zhou Tong, while Su Yuntao confronted Zhao Yan.

Su Yuntao stood in front of Zhao Yan, glanced at the shield that was wider than him, and his mind raced.

Although Zhao Yan's defense was solid, his shield was too big and created blind spots when he got close.

He didn't spend time observing or testing; instead, he immediately moved in the moment Zhao Yan took his place.

Zhao Yan's iron shield had a large frontal coverage area, so Su Yuntao attacked from the sides.

He abandoned all his wide-range claw attacks and compressed all thirty-six claw attacks into close-range, short-range combos.

The claws moved between the edge of Zhao Yan's shield and the gaps between his arms, each attack timed to the moment the opponent switched defenses.

After blocking more than a dozen moves, Zhao Yan's movements slowed down slightly.

Su Yuntao seized the slight delay and pressed forward suddenly. Three claw-like beams overlapped and fell at the same position. Soul power exploded behind the shield, causing Zhao Yan's arm holding the shield to go slightly numb.

Zhao Yan finally revealed a momentary opening. He subconsciously tilted the shield slightly to try and deflect the soul power, thus leaving his left flank undefended.

Su Yuntao didn't give him a chance to adjust, and suddenly activated his third soul ring, Soul-Capturing Wolf Howl, at close range.

"┗|｀O′|┛Aww~~"

A dark purple halo emanated from Su Yuntao, and an invisible mental shock struck Zhao Yan head-on.

Zhao Yan's movements visibly stiffened for a moment, and the shield surface paused slightly. Although the pause lasted for less than a breath, at this distance, even this slight pause was enough to be fatal.

Su Yuntao slapped Zhao Yan's ribs with his claw, and the soul power exploded at the point of contact, sending Zhao Yan flying several meters away.

At the same moment, Qin Ming forced Zhou Tong to retreat from his entanglement, and with one claw, he forced Zhou Tong to the other side of the arena. In that instant, the balance of the entire battlefield completely tilted.

Zhao Yan's knees buckled and he fell to the ground, the referee's gaze immediately following him.

Zhou Tong glanced at his companions' condition, then at Qin Ming and Su Yuntao who were closing in on him, and withdrew his dual-staff martial spirit. He raised his hand and said, "We concede."

After confirming the win, the referee raised his right hand: "The Double Wolves team wins!"

The stage lights shifted from the opposite side to Su Yuntao and Qin Ming, igniting a buzz of discussion among the audience.

"They won? The Double Wolves team won?"

"What kind of fighting style does that Lone Wolf have? Shouldn't Lone Wolf's martial soul be an agility-based attack? How did he manage to win a head-on clash with Zhao Yan?"

"Did you see that? He took a direct hit from Zhou Tong's staff without even retreating! Zhou Tong really put force into that blow. With that kind of strength, you call him an agility-based attacker?"

"Level 32 tanking a level 44? Who would believe that?!"

A man in a fur coat suddenly slapped his thigh, his voice filled with regret: "Why didn't I bet on the Double Wolves to win! That was a 35x odds payout!"

A man next to him sneered, "I just told you that Fire Wolf is quite strong, so how bad could his teammates be? You just wouldn't believe me!"

"So, did you buy it?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the person's voice disappeared instantly.

Because he suddenly remembered that although he had said it before, he had still bought the Empire Twins.

Only a boy sitting in the back row, clutching a betting slip in his hand, couldn't suppress the smile on his face; his lips were trembling.

"I bet on the Double Wolves to win, 10 Gold Soul Coins, 1 to 35... that's 350 Gold Soul Coins."

Upon hearing this, everyone around him turned to stare at the form in his hand, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and even disdain.

I've already bought them, and I only bought ten gold soul coins. Isn't that a complete waste?

If it were them, they might have bet a thousand gold soul coins back then.

The commotion below the arena did not affect Su Yuntao and Qin Ming.

Su Yuntao put away his spirit ring, stretched his right arm which had been strained too much, turned around and walked up to Zhao Yan, extending his hand and saying, "Thank you for the concession."

Zhao Yan was standing up, brushing the dust off his knees. When he saw Su Yuntao's outstretched hand, he paused for a moment, then reached out and shook it, his tone filled with sincere admiration:

"That claw attack you just made was really powerful; I didn't even have time to react. I'm impressed!"

Zhou Tong also came over and looked Su Yuntao up and down several times:

"At first I thought you were just there to make up the numbers today, but I didn't expect you to beat Zhao Yan to his knees. You do have some skill."

Su Yuntao smiled and said, "Luckily, Brother Zhou's two blows were quite heavy."

Zhou Tong waved his hand, not continuing the topic, and turned to follow Zhao Yan off the stage.

Su Yuntao and Qin Ming also turned and walked towards the passage to the rest area. As soon as they entered, Qin Ming put his arm around Su Yuntao's shoulder, his voice filled with barely suppressed laughter:

"We've struck it rich! We've hit the jackpot this time!"

Su Yuntao was shaken by him and chuckled helplessly, "Calm down."

"Calm down? I can't stay calm at all. Three thousand five hundred gold soul coins! I've never seen so much money in my entire life!"

Qin Ming stopped and looked at him with an incredulous gaze:

"But seriously, are you some kind of freak? You took a full-force attack from a level 44 opponent at level 32 without even retreating. How did you train? Are you some kind of 100,000-year-old wolf king in human form?"

"A wolf king transforming into human form after ten thousand years? You've got some ideas!"

Su Yuntao smiled but didn't respond. He simply patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's get the money."

The two walked through the passage to the checkout window.

The registration staff took their entry cards and betting slips, checked them briefly, and then looked up and said:

"Please wait a moment, our supervisor wants to see you. He's on his way. Please wait a little longer."

Less than two minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray robe came out.