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

Chapter 1728 is also our era of great contention.

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After listening to this analysis, Zuo Tinggang's tightly furrowed brows visibly relaxed: "Old Chen, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

He exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "The name of the wise man is indeed well-deserved."

Chen Weizhe waved his hand, not taking credit, but instead appearing more pragmatic: "It's nothing more than knowing the opponent's weaknesses and then figuring out how to target them. It's always better to treat the symptoms than to fight blindly."

His mind was still racing, working at lightning speed. "There's always a way to overcome difficulties. For example, I remember the intelligence mentioned that the evil formation requires an extremely rare core material—the Netherworld Blood Lily! Right?"

"If we can find a way to cut off their large-scale, stable cultivation of this stuff, and nip this crucial trigger in the bud, wouldn't that greatly limit the frequency and scale of their magic array activation? Uh, that's probably why the Chen family spread this array around."

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes: "And there's the most decisive move—targeted hunting down Crimson's title seeds. Those high-level Soul Douluos, and even those in the mid-to-low-level, shouldn't be spared. Narrow them in the bud!"

His voice turned cold. "They've even lost the seedlings of those who can be promoted to titles. Let's see what they'll use to break through and advance to titles. This is much more direct and easier than the previous methods!"

Zuo Tinggang's eyes lit up immediately, as if a huge weight had finally been lifted from his heart: "That's right! We must nip their seedlings in the bud!"

Other methods require certain conditions, but anyone can kill someone.

He let out a long breath, feeling much more relaxed. "After your meticulous analysis, it seems the Crimson Church isn't really that scary after all."

Chen Weizhe rolled his eyes at him, annoyed: "Don't get too excited right now. Blind optimism is the biggest folly!"

He poured cold water on the idea and warned cautiously, "Those old devils from the Crimson Church aren't pushovers either. Of course, they'll come up with new tricks and find ways to break through these restrictions."

He listed examples on his fingers: "For instance, they would definitely retaliate fiercely against our targeted hunting operations, taking even stricter, more brutal measures to protect the 'seeds'; and for another example,"

His tone carried a hint of uncertainty and worry, "We don't know yet whether the essence blood of soul beasts can replace the high-spiritual essence blood of human soul masters for use in that evil array? What if beast blood also works..."

"When they reach that point where they're willing to do anything to break through, will they still care about their superficial 'relationship' with the soul beast clans? They'll probably turn all the soul beast gathering places into hunting grounds! Once that happens..."

Chen Weizhe didn't continue, but the unspoken meaning was unsettling.

“That is indeed a big problem.” Zuo Tinggang’s expression became even more serious. “There is certainly some truth to that.”

Chen Weizhe softened his tone: "In short, the key right now is for us old guys and the major forces to truly work together as one. Even if we can't be a united front for the time being, we must at least strengthen communication and coordination and share intelligence."

"Now that we've figured out their trump cards and tactics, we can try our best to suppress the Crimson Church's expansion momentum at this stage, and delay or even destroy their title-granting plan. This is the biggest turning point we can seize right now!"

Zuo Tinggang was silent for a moment, gazing at the distant horizon as if he could see a scene of fierce competition in the Soul Master world, and slowly said, "The Soul Master world... should be able to do it."

Although the relationships between the various forces are complex, they can still maintain harmony and cooperation on the surface, as evidenced by today's purge. Chen Weizhe patted his shoulder and continued his words with a sense of historical insight: "The current situation is the result of countless clashes of blood and fire, and thousands of years of struggle. The inertia of history is extremely heavy and cannot be easily shaken or changed."

He looked intently at Zuo Tinggang, "Old Zuo, you must remember, what we are in right now is not only a 'great struggle' for the children, but also a 'great struggle' for us old bones... which we cannot avoid and must also step forward to!"

"In this game, we also hold the pieces."

Zuo Tinggang felt a deep sense of sympathy.

Chen Weizhe paused for a moment and then said, "So, the third point is also very simple—"

Then, he casually added, "If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. If you really can't carry it anymore, just find someone to carry it!"

Zuo Tinggang was intently waiting for him to come up with another brilliant countermeasure when he was suddenly caught off guard by this "simple and unadorned" abrupt turn of events, almost throwing out his back: "...You...you..."

Speechless for a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Chen Weizhe abruptly dropped his teasing tone, his face turning serious, a glint of something sharp in his eyes, and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"Old Zuo, don't think I'm talking nonsense. I'm not talking nonsense or indulging in wishful thinking right now, because I'm talking about bloody history!"

"Throughout history, heroes have been created by the times. On our Douluo Continent, when has it not been like this? At crucial moments, a big guy always steps up to take the lead!"

With unwavering resolve, he declared: "Think about it! What kind of place is our Douluo Continent, in the end? Great power belongs to the individual!"

"Might makes right! Whoever has the biggest and hardest fist can decide the fate of the world, like Qian Chongling!"

Chen Weizhe got more and more excited as he spoke, and his reckless spirit returned, or rather, it was more like a reckless tone wrapped with a strong belief: "I don't believe in this nonsense! Our Douluo Continent has billions of living, breathing people, who does the Crimson Church think they are? Do they think they can cover up the sky?!"

He counted on his fingers, as if calculating a deal that no one could lose: "Putting everything else aside, just look at these past few years, it's been incredibly turbulent. Super Douluo have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, one after another! They've got everything you could want: Xiao Yicai, Chen Hong, Yu Yongyuan, Ximen Wenhua, Xuan Zixian..."

Zuo Tinggang interjected, "And your brother too."

Chen Weizhe nodded matter-of-factly, his eyes shining brightly: "Given the sheer number of Soul Masters, if a few more Supremes suddenly appear tomorrow, or even a peerless Douluo who's practically unparalleled! The scene would be..."

Chen Weizhe waved his hand violently: "Then they're like slaying immortals if they get in our way! We don't care if the Crimson Church is an insect or a dragon, we'll crush them into dust!"

Zuo Tinggang was stunned by what he said.

Yes! This is Douluo Continent! A place where individual power reaches its peak!

If a figure who can dominate the world were to descend, all schemes and tricks, all human wave tactics, would be nothing but paper tigers in the face of absolute power!

(End of this chapter)