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

Chapter 1835 The Spirit Hall's Golden Crocodile Family
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Chen Zhang then skipped over the slight embarrassment and said, "The other two Purple Jade Centipedes killed by Xiao Jun, the Ghost Bat Soul Saint, and Uncle Zhicheng shot and killed a Soul Saint. Their small poison faction was wiped out."

"The other small faction's leader, a Soul Saint, had his heart meridian shattered by Uncle Xia Yun's Falling Petals technique. The remaining two Soul Saints who fought alongside the Ximen family were a bit luckier and were captured alive. They are currently imprisoned in the Class A prison, but they are still being stubborn."

Yang Zhicheng snorted, "Tsk, not a single good news to be heard."

A glint flashed in Chen Zhang's eyes, the expression of a wise leader: "Well, the other major faction is naturally led by Vice Leader Dou Jing, along with the four Soul Saints who are allied with him—the same group that besieged Uncle Lü Guang."

"We managed to capture them all, and Dou Jing himself is locked up in the deepest part of the Class A prison. However..."

He shook his head slightly. "These few are hard to get their mouths out of. Jin Hua interrogated them once, but for now, nothing has come of it. According to my subordinates, those four Soul Saints—Black Stone Shield Yan Zhen, Shadow Serpent Yin Jiu, Hidden Shadow Teng Mo Li, and Soul Piercing Spear Li Wuya—have been sitting facing the wall all day, as if waiting for Dou Jing to give his opinion. They won't let up until he speaks up."

Qin Luguang took a puff of his pipe at the opportune moment, blowing thick white smoke toward Zhu Yanfeng beside him, with a hint of mischief: "See that, old man Zhu? I took down all four of them. Unlike you, you left a loophole at the beginning and the end, and the main course slipped away."

Zhu Yanfeng's rugged, rock-like face twitched: "Take him down? Yes, you took him down? That's because I was quick and efficient! You were surrounded and being attacked by four Soul Saints, let alone taking him down, you'd be lucky to even stand up and catch your breath!"

He retorted without hesitation, but a hint of seriousness lingered in his eyes.

Qin Luguang glared and slammed his hand on the table: "Stubborn! Keep putting on a show! If you really managed to subdue that old scoundrel Barton, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to take over the old stronghold of the Bone Digging Gang in this Huagai District?"

Zhu Yanfeng, unusually, did not immediately retort. Instead, he silently took a deep drag on his cigarette, letting the rich smoke swirl in his lungs before saying in a low voice, "That Patton... is not simple."

Qin Luguang frowned when he saw the strange look on his face: "Nonsense. A mid-level Soul Douluo fought you for so long, and in the end he still got away. He obviously has something. Otherwise, how could you not stop him with your muscular build?"

The following sentence, though still sarcastic, is noticeably more serious in tone.

“It’s not just that he has the goods,” Zhu Yanfeng slowly shook his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like lightning, and the hall fell silent for a moment. “I’ve been reviewing things over the past few days, and I feel that his foundation is very solid.”

"At that time, I was already on guard against his escape. The last time I was forced back, that move, 'Iron Crocodile Tail Severing,' was a blood-burning secret technique that sacrificed life force. Its power was immense, needless to say. The key was... that violent energy impact, the instant it hit my shield..."

He stretched out his calloused fingers and tapped them hard on the table in front of him, making a dull "thud" sound: "...One after another, there were nine of them! Each one was stronger than the last, and the impact of each one was almost as powerful as his eighth soul skill! They were linked together, the force was condensed and unpredictable, and the penetrating power was unbelievable!"

This description made everyone present look serious.

"Nine... each one is no less than the eighth soul skill?" Yang Zhicheng repeated, his voice slightly deep, offering a straightforward analysis: "For an 84th-level Soul Douluo to use such a precious Blood Burning Secret Technique that consumes so much life force, not to mention being able to so exquisitely stack the power into nine layers, each maintaining this level of intensity... this is already titled-level combat power, a skill that no ordinary amateur could possibly master." "This secret technique itself is probably among the top-tier techniques on the continent. If it's not due to extraordinary circumstances, then he must have a very distinguished background."

Indeed, Zhu Yanfeng's defense is not at the level of a titled combatant, so it would be difficult to defeat him in a short time.

Zhu Yanfeng nodded heavily and added, "That's not all. Later, when I caught up with him, he used an extremely skillful movement technique. It was slippery and fast, far exceeding his previous performance. I couldn't hold him off for a short time, which allowed Lu Guang to catch up and surround him, giving him a chance to escape."

He paused, his tone even lower, "In addition, he has at least one ancient king-level soul bone on him, no doubt about it. It's at least 60,000 to 70,000 years old, with a dark golden luster, and the soul power fluctuations are mixed with a heavy metallic texture and baleful aura."

Chen Zhang's previously relaxed sitting posture instantly tensed up.

He quickly sorted through the information flooding into his mind—the powerful and bizarre stacking energy technique, top-notch movement skills, possessing the soul bone of an ancient king, being skilled in managing his power, and having hidden his strength deeply… Clues were rapidly pieced together in the blink of an eye.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly uttered a weighty name: "...On the continent, possessing a metal-attribute crocodile-type martial soul, a top-quality martial soul inheritance, and such a foundation and style of conduct...thinking deeper, I'm afraid there's only one..."

The air in the council chamber suddenly froze.

Everyone, including the usually carefree and jovial Ma Zhibin, turned cold. In the instant their eyes met, they all understood the obvious answer—the answer that could make Chen Zhang so serious and meet all the conditions was almost unique.

Chen Zhang slowly leaned back in his chair, a cold mockery in his eyes: "Heh... It seems that Barton, this venomous crocodile entrenched in the Huagai District, is not rooted in the soil, but rather deeply embedded in the shadow of the Heavenly Dou City Temple."

"Most likely it's... a mutated martial soul or a hidden agent from the family of that Lord in the Hall of Worship. That ninth-rank Golden Crocodile, surnamed Jin, is a loyal follower of the Qian family. He can't escape."

Ximen Wenye's white eyebrows twitched, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "As expected. With the Martial Soul Temple blatantly present in the Imperial Heavenly Dou City, how could the Qian family's lackeys just doze off under the noses of the authorities? Planting a high-level mole is perfectly normal."

Yang Zhicheng turned his gaze to the window, a sharp, cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "The Huagai District is right next to the Huading District. While keeping an eye on the shadow and movements of this behemoth, Tiandou City, they also managed to find out the slightest thing happening in our Great Soul Arena, all without us even realizing it..."

"Barton's spy job was brilliant. Monitoring Fighting Spirit City was probably an important part of his mission list."

Zhu Yanfeng chuckled, a hint of murderous intent emanating from him: "So, in doing this job of wiping out the Bone Digging Gang, we've also cleaned up a thorn in our side that's been buried for years for our Fighting Soul City? This deal is definitely worth it!"

Ma Zhibin abandoned his usual nonchalant attitude, rubbed his chin, and swept his deep gaze over the crowd: "I'm afraid there's more than just one 'Patton.' We've taken out this one, but the hidden agents are probably just the tip of the iceberg."

(End of this chapter)