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

Chapter 1884 White-Eyed Wolf

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All the previous matches are over.

The heavy wooden door of the private room was pushed open silently, and Ji Boda's handsome figure entered first, with traces of dust from the surge of soul power still lingering on his clothes. Behind him were several other members of the Golden Generation, and then Lian Shouzhong.

Shi Feiang was the last to enter, casually closing the door behind him. He leaned against the shadow of the door frame, tapping the wood grain with his knuckles, but his eyes were already fixed on the battle arena below.

It's the last game.

The clash between Heaven and Moonlight, the final battle, weighed heavily on the massive circular arena, even the clamor carrying a tense anticipation.

The focus inside the private room was now on the Soul Masters who had just appeared.

He Qiang's gaze swept over the members of the Heavenly Dou Team who were lined up, then suddenly stopped on the last figure. His thick, dark eyebrows pressed down sharply, like a blade slicing through the air, and his aura spread out silently: "It's him?!"

Zhu Wuneng, who was munching on fruit nearby, immediately followed He Qiang's gaze upon hearing this, his chubby face filled with curiosity: "Which 'him'? That new face from the Heavenly Dou Team..."

He was a wiry, cold-faced young man standing on the flank of the Heavenly Battle Formation.

"Let me see..." He squinted and looked at the announcement information, "Raging Wind Thunder Wolf, Level 46, Xiao Che!"

He Qiang nodded, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible complexity: "Yeah, I didn't expect to be level 46."

Zhu Wuneng clicked his tongue and said, "His martial spirit has blue hair and silver mane, with wind and thunder wrapped around its four claws. It's quite good."

With a hint of curiosity, he said, "I can practically smell the wildness and speed through the screen. Brother Qiang, you know him?!"

Before He Qiang could speak, Chu Youwei, standing to the side, was already as cold as ice, her words chilling to the bone: "We would recognize you even if you turned to ashes."

Zhu Wuneng chuckled, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two tense faces. "Senior Youwei, judging from your expressions, there's a story behind this."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it instantly drew the attention of several people nearby.

He Qiang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "He is our junior brother, our teacher's last disciple, with an eighth-grade mutated martial soul and innate soul power of level eight or above."

"Elder Zhuo?" Chen Shurui, who was sitting on another sofa, sat up in surprise. "Then why did you go to Tiandou?!"

Chen Mu, standing next to him, scoffed, his handsome face full of undisguised disdain: "How else could they get there? They were just beckoned with two bones and wagged their tails and ran off."

He picked up the iced drink on the table, shook it, and the ice cubes clinked together. "Back in the junior school, this kid was ranked above (Su) Ningxia."

Zhu Wuneng slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing: "Oh—! So it was him! The one who was secretly poached by Tiandou Academy four years ago under the guise of 'academic exchange'—the top student in the junior division?! I said the name sounded familiar."

Chen Shurui looked at Chen Mu: "Fifth Brother, do you know him?"

"Know him? Ha." Chen Mu sneered, his eyes sharp as knives. "More than just know him. This kid was incredibly arrogant back then, thinking he was someone important. He stopped me halfway and challenged me." He slowly sipped his drink, his tone nonchalant. "I easily beat him up, and he was bedridden for several days."

Sitting opposite Chen Mu, Dugu Fu maintained his elegant posture, but now a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "So, it turns out that you, Fifth Young Master, played a part in his leaving the academy back then."

"Nonsense!" Chen Mu put down his cup. "What does this have to do with me! It's because he's weak-willed and lacks backbone! The moment the gates of Heaven Dou Academy open, he just beckons with a flick of his finger and he's all over there! Two soul bones and he's sold out all those years of his teacher's cultivation and the academy's trust!"

Dugu Fu tapped the armrest lightly with his slender fingers: "It seems that Tiandou has indeed treated him well. In four years, he has climbed to level 46... His resources are probably no worse than Ningxia's."

“Not bad at all,” Chen Mu snorted. “It is said that Tian Dou gave him two soul bones that were 20,000 to 30,000 years old and had compatible attributes as a foundation. After that, the regular resources he received every year were also quite abundant. Tsk tsk, they really went all out.”

"Two soul bones?!" Zhu Wuneng gasped, his eyes widening. "No wonder...who wouldn't be tempted?"

Chu Youwei suddenly spoke up: "Without the resources his master poured into him, could he have climbed ahead of Ningxia with his family background? The teacher was grooming him as the academy's protégé and future leader! And what happened? Tiandou threw him a couple of bones, and he forgot who he was, wagging his tail and running away! What an ingrate!"

Dugu Fu sighed softly, with a hint of regret: "Then he's miscalculated. Elder Zhuo has already broken through to the title level. If he stays, what he can obtain in the future is far more than just two soul bones."

Zhu Wuneng stroked his chin and looked down at the Tian Dou team, who had already set up their formation: "It seems that Tian Dou is using him as a surprise weapon, waiting for this final match to unleash his full power?"

Ji Boda's gentle voice broke the pervasive resentment: "No, he's played in a few matches, but you just happened to be absent in the previous rounds, so you didn't see him."

Chu Youwei suddenly turned her head, her blue eyes showing a hint of displeasure at being kept in the dark: "You've been with them?! Well, Boda, you didn't even say so."

Chen Ze spoke calmly, breaking the pervasive resentment: "What's there to say? Saying anything will only make you angrier."

Liu Ruyan also spoke up at the right time: "Sister Youwei, we all know that you used to be very good to him... so let's not talk about it."

He Qiang sighed and waved his hand: "Forget it, don't say anymore. Life is like a game, and everyone has their own destiny. The choices we made back then and our stance today are all predetermined."

Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept over the fierce battle on the Soul Arena below, and he brought the topic back on track: "It seems that Big Sister guessed the lineup of the Heavenly Battle Team correctly. In this battle, Zihan (Sword Forging Furnace) did not participate, but Tantai Mingxin with the Moonflower Bow participated instead."

Chen Mu nodded and reiterated the tactical considerations: "Although Zi Han is strong in support and not weak in defense, Tian Dou has many attack points. With Bai Yanshan holding the line in front, it is not advisable to bring in a defensive support. Tantai Mingxin's ranged suppression is more flexible and has a certain control ability, making her more suitable for dealing with a team like Tian Dou that has a strong impact."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Che lowered his body slightly in the Heavenly Battle Team formation, his wolf claws, wrapped in wind and thunder, pressed lightly against the ground, and his bluish-gray fur gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster under the bright light.

His wolf-like pupils were coldly locked onto the Moonflower team opposite him, devoid of any emotion, containing only pure fighting desire.

Inside the private room, all the discussions, anger, and disdain temporarily subsided at this moment.

Ji Boda's gentle voice rang out again: "Soul bones are easy to obtain, but moral integrity is hard to find. Zhuo Yuan must have heard the news of breaking through to the title level. I wonder what he is feeling right now?"

As soon as the words fell, the referee announced the start of the battle on the arena with a thunderous roar!

(End of this chapter)