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

Bald Soul Emperor dodged the palm strike with a flick of his wrist, but the man in dark red tight-fitting clothes had already approached from the side and punched him in the arm holding the bone. The soul bone was once again released from his hand and flew to the other side of the alley.

The three fought over the position several times in just a few breaths. The soul bone changed hands repeatedly in the melee, and each time it fell into the hands of one of the three, it was forced back by the other two working together.

The bald Soul Emperor finally couldn't hold back any longer. His leg techniques suddenly accelerated, and he forced back the man in dark red tight-fitting clothes with two consecutive kicks. His third kick landed squarely on the gray-robed Soul King's abdomen.

The gray-robed Soul King groaned and flew backward, crashing into the wall and sliding down, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He had lost the ability to continue fighting.

Taking advantage of the moment when the bald Soul Emperor was dealing with the gray-robed Soul King, the man in the dark red outfit struck him on the back of the head from behind. The bald Soul Emperor's body stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly fell forward.

The man in the dark red outfit stood there panting, but at this moment all his attention was focused on the soul bone with a silvery-gray luster at his feet.

He bent down, his fingers touching the cool surface of the soul bone, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Just as his fingers tightened around the soul bone, a very faint spring sound came from the side.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty alley.

The man in the dark red outfit paused slightly. Before he could turn his head to see the source of the sound, sixteen crossbow bolts had already pierced the air.

The crossbow bolts were fired at close range at extremely high speeds, arriving in front of him almost the instant he heard the sound.

He instinctively tried to dodge by turning to the side, but the Zhuge crossbow's coverage was too large. He had barely shifted his center of gravity by half an inch when the crossbow bolts had already pierced his shoulder and chest.

Without the protection of his soul power, the arrows easily pierced through his armor and embedded themselves into his flesh.

The man in the dark red outfit staggered, the soul bone slipping from his hand and rolling to the ground. He steadied himself against the wall and glanced down at the wounds on his body.

The arrow wounds weren't deep, but there were enough of them, and blood seeped from several wounds at the same time, staining the dark red outfit even darker.

He didn't fall down immediately, but leaned against the wall and slowly raised his head, turning his gaze towards Su Yuntao.

Su Yuntao did not approach. He stood just outside the opponent's counterattack range, holding the iron-gray Zhuge Divine Crossbow in his hand, with the muzzle pointing in the direction of the man in dark red tight-fitting clothes.

He spoke, his tone as rigorous as an academic discussion:

"How does it feel? This is the first time I've used this weapon on a Soul Emperor. Could you give me some feedback on the specific effects so I can have someone make targeted adjustments?"

The man in the dark red outfit did not answer. He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down a bit, leaving a white mark on the rough wall surface with his palm.

He looked down at the blood seeping from his waist and abdomen, and suddenly felt the skin around the wounds begin to go numb, a slight burning sensation spreading from the edges of the wounds outwards.

His brows furrowed sharply, and when he looked up again, his eyes held a different kind of anger and a hint of resentment at realizing he had fallen for their trap.

"You...you tampered with the arrow?"

"It's just that the Soul Emperor is under too much pressure, you can't blame me!"

Su Yuntao did not deny that before leaving Shrek Academy, he had Tang San coat the arrows of the Zhuge Crossbow with poison, specifically to deal with situations like encountering powerful opponents.

I just didn't expect to use this trick so soon.

Tang San's expertise in hidden weapons and poisons is absolutely trustworthy.

The man in the dark red outfit tried to straighten up by leaning against the wall, but his movements were noticeably slower than before.

He originally planned to feign serious injury and fall to the ground, then launch a counterattack when Su Yuntao approached to collect the soul bone. He had used this tactic more than once and was very skilled at it.

But he now realized that the other party had no intention of getting close at all, and the spreading numbness in his body told him that what was attached to those arrows was more troublesome than he had expected.

He had no time to wait for an opportunity, so he stopped hiding and suddenly tried to pounce on Su Yuntao, but as soon as he took a step, he stepped on his own blood and swayed to the side.

Su Yuntao's Zhuge Divine Crossbow was already reloaded, and in the instant he slumped, another volley of arrows was fired. This time the distance was even closer, and the arrows pierced his chest and shoulder. His body finally lost all support, and he fell forward, struggling on the ground a couple of times before finally stopping.

Su Yuntao stood there for a while longer, making sure the other party really wasn't moving, before slowly walking over.

Instead of bending down to pick up the soul bone, he first kicked away the short blade next to the man in the dark red outfit, then checked his breathing and heartbeat before squatting down and picking up the soul bone from the ground.

The silver-gray soul bone was still warm and smooth, with a layer of fine light patterns on its surface. It felt heavy in the hand, but it was unknown how well it matched his martial soul.

However, now was not the time to think about these things. Su Yuntao put the soul bone into his storage ring, then quickly searched through the man in the dark red outfit for his belongings, and pulled out a money bag and a few loose soul coins, which he then put away.

The bald Soul Emperor and the gray-robed Soul King were still lying on the spot. He went over to confirm that the two of them had no breath left, and then searched them again.

After doing all this, he stood up and glanced in the direction where Leng Qiushan had disappeared.

He walked a dozen steps down the side road, then stopped at the intersection to look at the bloodstains on the ground. The bloodstains stretched intermittently across the bluestone slabs, pointing to a more secluded alley.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stopped.

Even if a Soul Emperor is injured, he cannot kill him at will.

He was able to kill the man in the dark red outfit because the man was already seriously injured, and he also succeeded in the sneak attack with the Zhuge Divine Crossbow. The man didn't notice the poison on the crossbow bolt immediately. If any one of these three conditions hadn't been met, he wouldn't have been able to kill him.

Su Yuntao stood at the crossroads for a while. The night wind blew in from the depths of the alley, carrying the damp, cold smell of earth.

He glanced down at the storage ring in his hand. This harvest was already quite substantial: a soul bone, the wealth of two Soul Emperors and two Soul Kings. It wasn't worth risking his life chasing after an injured Soul Emperor. He should focus on converting this harvest into his own strength as soon as possible.

He turned and hurried away in the direction he had come from, crossing several streets before finding a new inn to stay in in a neighborhood some distance from the auction house.

The inn is small and the facade is somewhat old, but it is precisely this ordinariness that makes it less likely to be noticed.

Su Yuntao entered the room and bolted the door. He stood by the window for a while to make sure no one was following him before sitting down on the bed and taking out his spoils for the night and placing them on the table.