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

Chapter 1725 Damn it, something's really wrong!
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Two figures hovered silently at an altitude of nearly a thousand meters above the battlefield.

They maintained a detached distance from the battlefield below Bao Mansion and the surrounding mountains and forests, where flesh and blood flew and souls exploded.

On the left is Zuo Tinggang, whose square face is etched with tightly furrowed brows, forming a deep frown.

His sharp gaze swept across the battlefield below, which covered an irregular ten-mile radius outside the city: "I never expected that this small manor would attract so many big fish today."

The man next to him had a head of unblemished black hair casually tied up, and looked to be no more than fifty years old. He was dressed in simple clothes and had a gentle demeanor like an old neighbor.

Only the occasional glint of light in his eyes reminded one of his similar connection to Chen Weining, the former Grand Steward of the Soul Fighting Sect—he was Chen Weining's own brother, Chen Weizhe.

Upon hearing this, Chen Weizhe couldn't help but click his tongue, his usually friendly old man face beaming with a broad smile: "Hey Lao Zuo, don't go all out here, or you'll end up tearing the net to shreds instead of catching the big fish. Look at the commotion down there, something's not right."

After being reminded by him, Zuo Ting continued to look down with a heavy gaze: "It is reasonable that the Black Nether Guard has more elites, but it is indeed abnormal that four Title Douluos and more than ten Soul Douluo-level combatants have all appeared and crowded into this place."

"Of course!" Chen Weizhe's lips curled into a faint smile. "A large stronghold of the Crimson Legion can only station five or six Soul Douluos as regular troops at most."

"The other Soul Douluos are usually scattered in various counties to manage affairs, like sprinkling pepper. Not to mention the Title Douluos, they are all pillars of strength and rarely appear in groups."

"Nether Shadow, Ghost Domain Demon, Black Water Xuanwu, Shadow Tree, even that old monster Zhai Henbai has been blasted out. This lineup... could this be the Black Nether Legion's lair?!"

Zuo Tinggang subconsciously shook his head, his brows furrowing even more deeply: "Impossible. It's already quite an achievement that they managed to hide so many people right under the noses of the Sunset Legion."

"Set up your headquarters here? You'd be courting death. There are plenty of desolate wilderness areas in this vast central district; nowhere is safer or more secluded than here?"

"That's even stranger!" Chen Weizhe rubbed his face, puzzled. "Could it be an emergency meeting? Or... are they planning something earth-shattering?!"

Zuo Tinggang glanced at him helplessly: "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? The time and place for today's gathering were all decided and arranged by the Chen family."

Chen Weizhe slapped his forehead as if suddenly realizing something: "Damn it! Those old foxes from the Chen family, they're really good at playing their elaborate schemes!"

His thoughts suddenly became clear. "Look at this arrangement: this morning, their monstrous daughter, Donghuang, was crowned in a high-profile manner in the arena under the spotlight. I'm afraid that brilliant 'intelligence' has just been sent to the desks of some people below and hasn't even been warmed up yet."

"And we, taking advantage of the noisy commotion at the Gao Ying Competition as cover, gathered such a large group of Title Douluos and Soul Douluos, and then launched a surprise attack on this manor this afternoon!"

"One thing leads to another, leaving Hei Ming no time to breathe. This Chen Zhang... his skills are truly extraordinary."

He added, his tone complex, "And he himself went deep into the lion's den to personally confront Ming Xingyun..."

Zuo Tinggang nodded silently, "After all, he is Chen Yu's son."

But Chen Weizhe's mind didn't stop. He suddenly changed the subject and his eyes sharpened: "These four below, plus Ming Xiangyun whom we're waiting for, make five Title Douluos. Tsk tsk tsk, so many for a legion."

"And us? There are only seven of us: three old women who have rebelled against the Heavenly Gang, two old dragons, and the two of us. Let's not end up getting ourselves into trouble." Zuo Tinggang sighed leisurely. "Yeah, that's a lot. Not only that, the Demon Dragon Legion has also sent five of them."

Chen Weizhe ran his hand through his hair. "Chen Zhang said before that, according to the intelligence his family had, the number of Title Douluos in the Crimson Church was conservatively estimated to be at least thirty. Now it seems that's true, and even more..."

Zuo Tinggang breathed a sigh of relief, "With the current number of titles in the Soul Master world, we can still manage."

Chen Weizhe spat: "What's the use of being able to contain the whole thing? For the major powers, it's already suffocating them. I wonder how many powers will disappear in this catastrophe."

His mind raced, and as if he had just thought of something, he suddenly became extremely ugly.

Zuo Tinggang tilted his head to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Chen Weizhe said slowly and in a deep voice, "However, Lao Zuo, don't you think there's something else wrong with these crimson rats down there...?"

Zuo Tinggang glanced sideways: "What do you mean?"

Chen Weizhe pointed his finger at the battlefield below, where smoke and fire raged, and said, "Where are their high-level Soul Douluos? They're all dead?! Count the Soul Douluos that came out from below, one by one, they're all low- or mid-level, not a single high-level one who can hold the fort!"

Zuo Tinggang's expression changed instantly, as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind, instantly bringing to mind the attack on Chen Mansion.

His face was so dark it could be wrung out: "Not only here, but none of the dozen or so Soul Douluos who attacked the Chen Mansion before were high-level!"

"And what about the time at Mar-a-Lago," Chen Weizhe immediately chimed in, his words coming out like a machine gun, "the same thing! We didn't get a single high-level item!"

When the two checked their accounts, something felt very off.

Information is like jigsaw puzzle pieces, instantly piecing together a chilling outline.

Zuo Tinggang swallowed hard: "Attacking the Chen Mansion is too risky. It's barely plausible that each of the major legions sends a few low-level Soul Douluos."

"But the Bao family stronghold here in the Black Netherworld, and the Sea Lake Manor of the Demon Dragon Legion... these two important core strongholds have been attacked, yet no high-level Soul Douluos have emerged from them?! This is definitely not normal!"

"It's not just abnormal! It's fucking bizarre!" Chen Weizhe's breathing became rapid, as if he had just opened the lid of some hell.

He lowered his voice, speaking quickly and clearly, "Think about it again over the past few years. Looking across the entire continent, in any record of the Crimson Church's eight regular legions publicly taking action, when have you ever seen a truly high-level (level 87 or above) expert show up?!"

"The only reasonable explanation for this consistent phenomenon is..."

He stared at Zuo Tinggang, and the rest of his words were self-evident.

Zuo Tinggang clenched his teeth involuntarily, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He practically forced out two words through his teeth: "Further studies!"

Then, in a heavy and solemn tone, he added, "In order to break through to the Title Douluo realm... they are making final preparations!"

(End of this chapter)