Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Capable of: front-line containment, frontal assault

Requirements: Same as above

After finishing writing, Wang Teng took two steps back to look at it and was fairly satisfied.

Wang Sheng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is it okay to just write down our information like this...?"

"What's wrong with it?"

Wang Teng picked up the wooden plank and explained, "We're not big shots, who would care? Besides, if we hide it, no one will want it."

Wang Sheng thought about it and agreed, so he followed his younger brother back to the square.

This time, instead of asking around, the two found a relatively crowded corner, stuck two planks into the ground, and sat cross-legged behind them.

This tactic certainly attracted attention.

Before long, a crowd of onlookers had gathered around.

"Oh, a ten-year-old at level seventeen? Interesting. He's not exactly a little genius."

"War Tiger Martial Soul? Sounds alright."

"So young and already a mercenary? Is there no one left in your family?"

"They look like brothers..."

The buzzing of voices filled the air, and pointing eyes came from all directions.

Wang Teng was a little uncomfortable at first, but he quickly became at ease.

Since you've decided to take this path, you have to be thick-skinned.

Many people watched the spectacle, but not a single one actually stepped forward to ask any questions.

Occasionally, someone would come over and ask about the details, but upon hearing the age, they would shake their head and leave.

The sun slowly slanted westward from overhead, casting long shadows on the ground.

The crowd in the square gradually thinned out. The mercenary groups that had accepted missions left one after another, while those that hadn't gone off to eat in twos and threes.

Wang Sheng's stomach started growling.

He shifted his numb legs and asked in a low voice, "Little brother, how about... we call it quits?"

"I don't think it's going to work out today."

Wang Teng didn't speak. He looked at the gradually emptying square, the clouds on the horizon dyed orange-red by the setting sun, and the shadows of the trees growing longer and longer.

In fact, Wang Teng knew in his heart that there was probably no hope left.

Wang Teng didn't say anything, but stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave with his older brother.

"Will you come again tomorrow?"

Wang Sheng asked again.

Wang Teng shook his head and said, "I'm not coming."

"This place is only so big. We've seen everything we wanted to see today. If nobody wants it, nobody wants it."

"Then let's..."

"Go look around elsewhere, maybe to a big city nearby, or... going abroad is also an option."

"Going abroad?"

Wang Sheng stared wide-eyed and asked incredulously.

"What's wrong? We're not far from the Star Luo Empire's Peraj City, what's so surprising?"

"Gentlemen, please wait."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them, interrupting the brothers' conversation.

Wang Teng turned around.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, thin, wearing a dark blue cloth robe, with a blue gourd hanging from his waist.

His hair was a bit messy, and his beard wasn't clean-shaven, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, shining like lamps lit in the night.

When you get close, you can smell a faint medicinal wine scent on him.

"You called us?"

Wang Teng pointed to himself.

"Correct."

The man walked over quickly, a smile on his face.

"My name is Zhang Feng. I just saw your... signboard."

Zhang Feng pointed to the wooden plank still stuck in the ground and continued, "Excuse me, are you still looking for a mercenary group?"

Wang Sheng blurted out, "You want to recruit us?"

"Exactly."

Zhang Feng nodded, a hearty smile on his face.

"To be honest, my mercenary group was also only recently established."

"Including me, there are only three people in total."

"Moreover, we are new here and unfamiliar with the place, so it's not easy to recruit people."

"I just happened to see you here, and I felt it was fate, so I came over to ask."

Wang Teng didn't agree immediately. Instead, he looked the other person up and down a few times and asked, "May I ask about the situation in your group?"

"of course can."

Zhang Feng didn't mind and started introducing the products directly.

Our group is called the 'Swiftwind Mercenary Group'.

"I am the leader, my martial spirit is Wind Cat, and I am a level 32 agility-attack type soul master."

"The other two teammates are Li Zhishu, a second-ring food-type soul master; and Yang Sheng, a ranged weapon soul master whose martial soul is the Sun-Shooting Bow."

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he looked at the two brothers and asked, "If you're willing to join, our group will have five people."

Chapter 89 First Mission

"Although the number of people is still small, at least the equipment is more complete."

"There are offensive, agile, ranged, and support classes."

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he looked at Wang Teng and the other person.

Wang Teng and Wang Sheng exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same message in each other's eyes: this might be their only chance today.

"We are willing."

The two said in unison.

"Great!" Zhang Feng clapped his hands. "Come on, let me take you to meet your other two companions."

"They should be at the tavern right now."

So the three of them left the square and headed into the town.

As Zhang Feng walked, he explained some of the group's rules and daily arrangements. Wang Teng listened attentively, occasionally asking a question.

The tavern is located in the latter half of the main street. It has a small storefront, but it is bustling with people inside.

Before I even opened the door, the noise from inside was already audible.

Wang Teng frowned; neither he nor Wang Sheng liked such noisy places.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a wave of sound hit me.

The sounds of drinking games, shouts, and laughter mingled together, and the air was filled with the smells of alcohol and food.

A few half-drunk mercenaries saw two unfamiliar faces enter and whistled, "Hey, two newbies have arrived!"

Wang Teng ignored him and followed closely behind Zhang Feng.

The tavern was dimly lit, and the tables and chairs were crammed together.

Zhang Feng led them through the crowd to a corner at the very back.

There was a square table there, and two people were sitting there.

A fat man with a round face and big ears was holding a wine glass and taking small sips.

A thin man with a pointed chin and narrow eyes was eating peanuts one by one slowly in front of him, sitting on a plate.

Both of them had flushed faces, indicating that they had probably drunk quite a bit.

"The commander is back?"

The fat man looked up and saw Zhang Feng, grinned, and asked, "Captain, didn't you say you were going to find your teammates? Did you find them?"

"What kind of look is that? Isn't that it?"

Zhang Feng pulled out a chair and sat down, pointing to the two brothers behind him and introducing them: "Wang Teng, Wang Sheng, our new teammates."

“This is Li Zhishu,” Zhang Feng pointed to the fat man in front of him and introduced him: “Food type, our mobile granary.”

“This is Yang Sheng,” he said, pointing to the thin man. “He’s a ranged attacker, and his archery is quite good.”

Finally, Zhang Feng turned to the fat man and the thin man and introduced Wang Teng and the other man to them, saying, "This is Wang Teng, a level 17 Soul Master; this is Wang Sheng, a level 13 Power Attack type. They are brothers."

Hello.

Wang Teng was the first to greet them.

"Welcome, welcome."

Fatty Li Zhishu raised his glass with a smile and asked, "From now on, we're all on the same side. How about a drink?"

Wang Teng and Wang Sheng exchanged a glance.