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

Chapter 1784 The Tradition of the Chinese Rural Dog
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Chen Zhang, who had been keeping a close watch on the situation from the rear, had a face so solemn it could drip water.

Beside him, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor, dressed in a unique style of clothing (with ferocious black and gold sheep embroidered on the collar and cuffs), took a steady step forward.

He is the author of "The Fierce Ghost Golden Sheep," possesses a high-ranking fifth-grade martial soul of dark and metal attributes, and serves as the Soul Saint to replace Jian Hesong. He also comes from the Dust Merit Guard.

"Fifth Master," Zuo Jinhua said with a hint of eagerness for battle, "the situation on Young Master's side is dangerous. That leopard and the bat are tough opponents. Let me go?"

His powerful soul energy rippled subtly, and a ferocious golden ram phantom seemed to flash past behind him.

Chen Zhang gritted his teeth, his gaze sweeping across the entire bloody battlefield. Within his sight, the underground alliance had deployed nearly twenty Soul Saints.

The Bone-Digging Team alone has twelve or thirteen members, plus the two Soul Douluos. In terms of pure Soul Master numbers and top-tier combat power, the Bone-Digging Team is comparable to the combined strength of two of the ten great families of Chang'an City.

Chen Zhang gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly, but he finally shook his head with difficulty: "Wait for Jin Hua! Keep an eye on him! Xiao Jun... will be here soon!"

He was not hesitant, but rather making an extremely difficult choice.

As he observed, most of the Soul Masters in these underground worlds, especially the Soul Saints of the Bone Digging Group, had a fatal flaw—their levels were inflated, but their foundations were generally weak!

Relying on the vast resources and shady channels of the underground black market, they may have forcibly increased their soul power level by taking large amounts of forbidden drugs or taking shortcuts.

While their style is fierce and ruthless, fearless of death, they are significantly lacking in the core elements of combat power that truly matter in life-or-death battles: refined soul power honed through countless trials, self-cultivation techniques/secret skills, and systematic combat qualities.

They are quick-made products, severely lacking the "quality" and "skill" that high-level Soul Masters should possess. This can be considered a deformed product spawned by the "soul power level theory" on the continent in the underworld.

It was based on this assessment of the "artificially high" combat power, and the fact that Chen Xiaojun's strength was rapidly diminishing and seemed to be about to reach a critical point, that Chen Zhang suppressed Zuo Jinhua.

He was gambling, gambling that his exceptionally talented and well-established younger generation could hold out a little longer under the pressure of the Soul Saint!
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Chen Mu was tightly entangled by the Shadow Bat Soul Saint and could no longer move like the wind to fill gaps in the field, leaving a huge gap in his mobile defense.

"Qingquan! Move up! Take the place of the Fifth Young Master!" Zhu Wuneng's voice rang out in the illusory image of Tianpeng Zhenjun, carrying an ethereal majesty.

"Understood!" Qiu Qingquan's figure instantly darted out from a shadow and took over from Chen Mu, flashing rapidly along the edge of the core area.

His Cold Ghost Rat martial spirit granted him the advantages of speed and stealth, but what he needed now was a direct interception and a head-on confrontation.

The opponents are no longer ordinary members, but the elite members of the Bone Digging Gang and even the Soul King who are constantly attacking the core.

His metal fingertips trailed streaks of blood, his Dark Corrosion Claws corroded bodies, and a rain of Rock-Breaking Needles shot out, but ultimately, his speed and strength were no match for the others.

After blocking the attacks of several Soul Kings, Qiu Qingquan looked somewhat disheveled, with a wind blade slicing across his shoulder, drawing blood.

He couldn't help but shout, "Mingyuan! I can't take it anymore! The pressure is too much! Shake the dog!"

On the other side, Yuan Run, who was maintaining the huge swamp and stone walls, was also panting heavily and sweating profusely.

His swamp was bombarded by various soul skills—earth-type soul masters hardened and filled it, fire-type soul masters desperately burned and evaporated it, and even ice-type soul masters tried to freeze it; the stone wall was also constantly bombarded, and cracks spread. If it weren't for his fourth soul skill, "Immovable Mountain," which made his feet feel as if they were rooted to the earth, continuously drawing power from the earth to restore his soul power and enhance his defense and impact resistance (at the cost of being almost unable to move), he would have given up long ago.

Hearing Qiu Qingquan's shout, he yelled back, "Yeah, Mingyuan! I'm exhausted! Hurry up!"

An Mingyuan, clad in somewhat tattered rockhound armor and with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, knowing he could no longer hide: "Alright! Brothers, hold on, watch me!"

He took a deep breath, and a faint, yellowish starlight-like image of a skull flashed across his forehead.

"Skull Soul Skill - Star Extreme!"

The moment he activated, his eyes suddenly shone with a clear yellow light, and his mental strength, perception, and control over the star-attribute soul power instantly increased.

Immediately afterwards, An Mingyuan quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations in an ancient and melodious tone, as if calling upon a dormant will: "A call from afar, our homeland needs everyone's protection... Secret Technique: Earth Guardian Dog Command!"

His cultivation technique, "Star Sensing Chapter," was running wildly, and his earth-attribute and star-attribute soul power resonated highly!

boom!
Centered on him, the soil and pebbles on the ground frantically gathered and shaped, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into seven lifelike dog-shaped stone embryos.

At the same time, above the battlefield, countless faint starlight pierced through obstacles, crossed space, and precisely projected onto these stone embryos.

Starlight poured in, and the stone blank shone brightly, as if it had been infused with life and spirituality!
Awooo! Woof woof woof!

Amidst a chorus of barking filled with wildness and a protective will, and after a flash of starlight, seven giant dogs of different shapes, lifelike and radiating powerful soul energy appeared before An Mingyuan!
Yellow-headed, white-faced dog: majestic and imposing, like the leader of a pack, with sharp eyes.

Four-eyed dog: Two star-shaped spots on its forehead act like extra eyes, alertly scanning the shadows.

Five Black Dogs: All black in color, they are believed to ward off evil spirits and move like shadows.

Five-Red Dog: Its fur is fiery red, exuding a scorching aura.

Bracken Dog: It has a robust build, with fur stripes resembling a tiger, and a fierce appearance.

Chow Chow: With a head and neck covered in fluffy fur like a lion, it is medium-sized and extremely aggressive.

White Earth Pine: Its entire body is snow-white and fluffy, with gentle eyes, and it exudes a healing radiance that blends the stars and earth elements to bring peace of mind.

The fine tradition of Chinese rural dogs is that they engage in organized group fights.

"It's up to you! Go!" An Mingyuan put one hand on his chest, enduring the weakness caused by the massive draining of his soul power, and pointed at the surging enemy tide.

Wang Wang Wang!
Apart from the White Pine Hound, the other six giant dogs roared and pounced out with practiced ease.

The yellow-headed, white-faced dog took the lead, followed closely by the brindle dog, the five-red dog, and the Chow Chow. They met the charging bone-digging group head-on, tearing and pouncing, their claws striking like knives. They cooperated perfectly, advancing and retreating with strategy, instantly tearing a bloody path.

The Four-Eyed Dog and the Five Black Dogs specifically target members of the Bone-Digging Gang who sneak up from shadowy corners or gaps in the ruins, striking with precision and lethality.

Bai Tusong stayed quietly beside An Mingyuan, his gentle starlight and earth-elemental soul power spreading out like a mist.

When a fighting dog is wounded, it will let out a soft whimper, and a soft beam of light or a condensed yellowish-brown light will fall on the wound, which will then begin to heal and scab over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It silently fulfills its responsibilities of assistance and treatment.

(End of this chapter)