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

The Gemini team clearly didn't take the referee's orders seriously at all.

Leng Wushuang took the first step, walking unhurriedly to the center of the arena. Her gaze fell on Su Yuntao, and her tone, though not loud, was clear enough for everyone in the arena to hear:

"I don't know what kind of trash characters you've encountered before, yet you, a Soul Master, managed to achieve a 43-game winning streak in the Great Soul Arena."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of many Soul Masters who had previously fought against Su Yuntao changed immediately.

Some clenched their fists, while others moved their lips as if they wanted to object, but when their eyes fell on the two figures in black outfits of the Gemini, and they remembered how the Zou Jing brothers had been beaten so badly that they swallowed their words and slumped back into their seats.

The audience erupted in uproar because of that sentence.

They don't pay to come to the Great Soul Arena to watch friendly sparring; they want the atmosphere where sparks fly even before the fight begins.

Some people excitedly pounded on the railings, while others shouted for a fight! There were also boos and jeers, and the atmosphere in the main venue instantly became incredibly heated.

Leng Wushuang ignored the noise from below the stage. He took two steps closer and lowered his voice so low that Su Yuntao and Qin Ming could hear him clearly: "We brothers came to Soto City this time because we heard that a weapon called Zhuge Divine Crossbow has recently appeared here. But unfortunately, we are very disappointed today. After fighting so many matches on this stage, not a single person knows its true origin."

His gaze lingered on Su Yuntao's face for a moment, his tone carrying a hint of playful inquiry: "I hope you're not next."

The moment the words left his mouth, Leng Wuhen moved.

The dark blade light, wrapped in a layer of dark soul power, slashed horizontally towards Su Yuntao's chest in an arc.

The unique feature of the Shadow Slash Blade is that when the blade is swung out, it leaves behind two alternating afterimages, making it difficult to distinguish which one is the real one.

Su Yuntao didn't try to determine which attack was real. Instead, he took a half step back, allowing the attack to slide away from his chest. At the same time, he flipped his right hand and grabbed Leng Wuhen's wrist, which was holding the knife.

At the same time, Leng Wushuang's fingertips twitched slightly, and a pale purple butterfly shadow silently floated toward Su Yuntao's face.

The butterfly shadow was not aggressive; it only carried an almost imperceptible layer of mental fluctuation, like an extremely fine thread reaching towards the edge of Su Yuntao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Its speed wasn't fast, but its timing was perfect, coinciding with the moment Su Yuntao and Leng Wuhen clashed, making it difficult for anyone to deal with attacks from both sides simultaneously.

Just as Leng Wushuang's butterfly shadow drifted halfway down the path, Qin Ming made his move.

After being possessed by the Fiery Wolf, he transformed into a crimson arc, rushing straight towards Leng Wushuang's side.

Leng Wushuang had no choice but to interrupt her control over the butterfly shadow and dodge to the side. The butterfly shadow lost its support and dissipated into a patch of tiny purple light spots in mid-air.

Leng Wuhen's sword strike was blocked by Su Yuntao's claw, and the blade traced a half-arc in mid-air before retracting.

He took a half step back and readjusted his position, glancing at his wrist where he held the knife, where Su Yuntao's claws had grazed, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Leng Wushuang retreated half a step behind Leng Wuhen, his fingertips coalescing into a new butterfly shadow. This time, however, he didn't release it immediately. Instead, he looked up at Su Yuntao, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry:

"You, a Soul Master, have managed to fight us to this extent; you do have some strength. If you can provide information about the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, I'll let you join our family, how about that?"

As he spoke, the wisp of butterfly shadow at his fingertips dissipated into a very faint purple mist, enveloping both of them.

The moment that pale purple mist touched his body, Su Yuntao felt a subtle probing from the spiritual level.

His mental barrier tightened instantly, blocking the probing force precisely.

Leng Wushuang frowned slightly, her gaze falling on Su Yuntao, her tone tinged with surprise: "I didn't expect you to have talent in mental power."

Before he finished speaking, the thin mist had already silently spread to Qin Ming's side.

Su Yuntao's gaze sharpened, and he hissed, "Watch out!"

But it was too late.

Qin Ming was staring intently at Leng Wuhen's blade, barely noticing the edge of the thin mist brushing against his shoulder.

In that extremely brief moment of contact, images of Zhuge's divine crossbow uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

There were several crossbows he had once recovered, and Tang San's innocent face.

The image flashed by in an instant, and he immediately snapped back to reality.

But Leng Wushuang's expression had changed.

A slow smile curved his lips, his voice low and filled with a certainty that he had finally found a clue:

"So... you knew."

Su Yuntao's face darkened.

Even knowing that the Gemini had previously defeated the Zou brothers, he didn't think he and Qin Ming would lose by joining forces.

But he never expected the other party's martial soul to be so strange.

From the very beginning, Leng Wushuang used words to guide them to recall scenes related to the Zhuge Divine Crossbow. Every time the Zhuge Divine Crossbow was mentioned, it was a hint for them to recall it.

He constantly constructs images in their minds with words, and then steals those images through the mist.

And he did it.

In just a few breaths, Su Yuntao figured out the opponent's tactics. Suppressing his anger, he whispered to Qin Ming:

"A swift and decisive victory."

Leng Wushuang's voice rang out at the same time, her tone full of excitement:

"Take them both down, alive."

The moment Leng Wuhen uttered those words, his blade had already moved.

The blade's light was faster and heavier than before, and two intersecting afterimages blocked Su Yuntao's retreat from the left and right.

Su Yuntao did not retreat. He unleashed the Eighteen Claws of Rending Wind at close range, colliding with Leng Wuhen's blade several times. Each claw landed precisely on the most vulnerable point of the blade's spine, forcing Leng Wuhen's blade to deviate from its intended trajectory.

At the same moment, Qin Ming also pressed down on Leng Wushuang. The Fiery Wolf's claws, carrying scorching fiery soul power, continuously tore at the purple defensive net in front of Leng Wushuang, forcing him to retreat.

As Leng Wushuang retreated, her fingertips continued to move rapidly. The thin mist not only did not dissipate but became even thicker, forming a purple area that enveloped the four people on the arena.

Su Yuntao ignored the thin mist and focused all his attention on Leng Wuhen's blade.

Driven by him, the Eighteen Claws of Rending Wind attacked faster and faster, its claws constantly striking the gaps in Leng Wuhen's defenses, forcing him to retreat step by step.