Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1631 The way they eat is too disgusting
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Moonlight bathed the green tiles of the courtyard pavilion, and the air was filled with a faint scent of herbs, mixed with the coolness of the autumn night.

Zhu Wuneng slammed his left fist, which no longer needed bandages, down heavily on the stone table in the pavilion, the dull sound making the tabletop vibrate.

"They've crossed the line! Tiandou Academy's behavior is so outrageous, they're not even bothering to put on a show anymore, not even bothering to cover their tracks." His voice was laced with anger, his face flushed red with rage.

The layers of "mummy" bandages on his arms seemed about to burst open from his anger.

Opposite him, Chen Shurui leaned against a pavilion pillar, his right arm still in a sling across his chest, while his left hand leisurely picked up a melon seed and cracked it open with a snap.

His smile remained sunny, as if nothing had happened. "Wuneng, I don't think that Prince Captain Xue Shiming is the kind of person who's cunning and deceitful."

"You can recognize a person's face but not their heart, Eighth Young Master." Zhu Wuneng pointed to his chest, which was wrapped in bandages, and said vehemently, "That's a prince, a prince of Tiandou City!"

"Having grown up immersed in that dyeing vat, how could their minds be clearer than the moat outside the city? Vicious? That's due to their family's tradition of learning!"

"Just because he's a prince," Chen Shurui spat out the sunflower seed shells, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, "shouldn't he at least have some dignity? Why do such a despicable thing?"

Yet, beneath her sunny smile lay a barely perceptible hint of icy coldness.

Beside him, Chen Bin was half-hidden in the shadow of a pavilion pillar, his arm, also wrapped in bandages, hanging limply at his side.

He was like a stone soaked in a cold spring, coldly interjecting, "Perhaps not, a prince?"

Dugu Fu sat on the stone bench next to Chen Bin, his forehead also wrapped in a white veil. Upon hearing this, he twitched the corner of his mouth, let out a soft gasp, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Cough... I may not have to do it myself."

“The prince’s hands are clean; there are thousands of ‘clean’ hands that will defile them for him.”

"Your hands are dirty, but your actions are filthy!" Zhu Wuneng slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pulling at the straps binding him and making him wince in pain.

The melon seeds I brought with me when I sat down, a few of them tumbled and rolled onto the blue bricks.

"Look! One by one!" He pointed around, noting Chen Shurui's sling, Chen Bin's cold, hard bandages, and the gauze on Dugu Fu's head. "Small injuries become big injuries, and big injuries become serious injuries!"

"Tomorrow, they've crammed our next match into the box. Who's our opponent? A top-tier team, the Infinity Team, followed right after by Heavenly Dou Academy! They're treating us like dirt!"

"Tomorrow we'll grind off a layer of bone fragments, and the day after that we'll grind our tendons to make things easier. We call it a tight schedule!"

"Wait until we've had a match?" Dugu Fu leaned against the cold pavilion pillar, took a breath, and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Tomorrow... will any of us still be able to play?"

The pavilion fell silent for a moment.

Apart from Zhu Wuneng, who was already wrapped up like a mummy, the others, Chen Shurui, Chen Bin, Dugu Fu, along with Chen Mu and Su Ningxia, gritted their teeth and went on stage this morning.

Especially in today's battle, the final blow from Xiao Yi and the 'Snow Emperor' was so earth-shattering that it took four Soul Douluos and six high-level Soul Saints working together to suppress the aftershocks and prevent them from breaking through the barrier.

They were just over a hundred meters from the epicenter of the explosion!
Despite Chen Mu's instantly surging Golden Bell Shield and Su Ningxia's Golden Radiance Silk Protection pushed to its limit, Chen Shurui and Chen Bin instinctively cobbled together a crumbling barrier of light and darkness...

But the result? It was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

All defenses were instantly torn apart.

The terrifying energy shock not only blasted away the protective soul skill, but also smashed the already overburdened internal organs to pieces.

Several people immediately coughed up blood and fainted.

Tomorrow? Beneath the bandages, a dull ache spreads from the gaps in my bones.

Internal injuries compounded, even the heart and blood vessels were damaged. Let alone going on the field, even sitting still on this stone bench was a struggle.

The evening breeze swept through the courtyard, cooling the half-eaten plate of sunflower seeds on the stone table.

Ma Wencai sat on the stone railing of the pavilion, turned his head to look at Ma Liang, who was silent in the shadows: "Xiao San, what do you think about this?"

Ma Liang's face was hidden in the gloom cast by the eaves. He muttered, "Let's just watch what they do."

Ma Wencai's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't reply.

These words are disheartening to hear, but they are absolutely true.

Chen Mu leaned against the melon seed jar that Zhu Wuneng had overturned, the bandage wrapped around his left hand standing out conspicuously on the white stone tabletop.

"Perhaps...they want more than just to win the championship."

He spoke weakly, still shaken by his serious injury, "If we... lose the next two matches, plus the one we lost to Qinglin earlier, it will be three consecutive defeats..."

He paused, but the weight of his words had already settled heavily in everyone's hearts—three consecutive losses meant that, let alone the championship, they wouldn't even be able to touch the threshold of the top three.

Chen Shurui held a melon seed between his fingertips, his ever-present sunny smile as thin as a cicada's wing, about to crack: "That's vicious."

The white veil on Dugu Fu's forehead swayed gently in the evening breeze. "'Heat will surely kill,' indeed."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, paused for a moment, and continued, "Back then, we had the title of over a dozen Soul Kings and the highest popularity, but we kept running into tough opponents."

Ma Liang's icy voice slid out from the shadows: "The capital has never been a fair arena, because we... don't have the hand to control this game."

Zhu Wuneng grunted, a chill emanating from between his teeth: "Heh... It's not just us, look over at Yuehua's side—"

He pointed his chin westward into the void, "Weren't the young lady and my sister's teams disgusted by their 'meticulously arranged' schedule?"

"Right now, only Tian Dou's own team and Miss Yuehua's team haven't tasted defeat yet, right?"

Chen Shurui gave a soft "hmm" in agreement: "With the eldest sister in charge and Yue Qingsi providing support from the side, it's a top-notch dual control."

"With the stable combination of the Bai, Yun, and Hua families, Sister Wu Xin's strong attack is even more thunderous... If we can hold our ground, there will be no Bai Guo."

The word "white fruit" was pronounced lightly, yet it conveyed a clean and crisp air of envy.

Zhu Wuneng let out two angry snorts through his nose: "Those bastards, they're really scheming!"

"On the sixth day of this final round, they handed Chang'an over to Yuehua, letting us sisters and brothers fight it out first."

He took a breath, his chest heaving beneath the bandages. "On the seventh day, in the final battle, Tian Dou will be well-rested and ready to face Yue Hua!"

"Even if we are exhausted from the battle with them, the four days of rest in between will be enough for them to catch their breath and clean up the mess."

"Truly...every step was meticulously planned!"

Chen Mu's gaze slowly swept over the group, and he suddenly asked, "Where's Lao Liu?"

Chen Shurui casually tossed half a melon seed back into the plate with a very soft "tap": "I'm going to the back to see Sixth Sister-in-law (Xiaoyi)."

His gaze fell upon a quiet room deep within the courtyard, where a faint light shone through. All the unspoken words were silently shut out by that door.

(End of this chapter)