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

Chapter 1907 Suppressing the Enemy

In the hospital
The sounds of fighting, the clash of soul forces, and the shouts of the guards from the front yard boomed into the silent main hall like thunder.

"What happened?!" Madam Lin suddenly stood up, her dignified face showing surprise and uncertainty for the first time as she looked in the direction Wu Mingde had left.

Dou Congtong jumped up and exclaimed, "Mom! There's a fight outside!"

She instinctively wanted to stand up and rush out, but was stopped by Madam Lin's stern gaze.

Xiao Dongxiang, the housekeeper, rushed in and said in a deep voice, "Madam! Those people barged in directly, and Sister Yidan (Aunt Fang) has already gone to stop them."

Xiao Dongxiang is Mu Jingming's wife. She, along with the Wu and Fang couples, are all Dou Jing's retainers, possessing the titles of One Soul Emperor and Three Soul King.

Within the Dou family, only the four of them knew the origins of Madam Lin and Dou Congtong; everyone else had been recruited from outside.

"Broken in?" Madam Lin's heart sank. She took a deep breath: "Let's go see!"

She straightened her clothes, stood up, her face as calm as still water, and walked towards the corridor leading to the noisy front yard.

She wanted to see which kind of "bad guests" dared to so arrogantly bang on the Dou family's door!

From behind, she appears gentle and graceful, yet she also possesses a pair of long, slender, and beautiful legs.

……

As soon as Madam Lin stepped under the eaves connecting to the front yard, the entire scene of the front yard came into view.

Wu Mingde was engaged in fierce combat with a burly man covered in heavy rock armor and wielding a huge tower shield.

The light of their spirit rings flashed rapidly on their bodies, and each clash of fists and shields produced a muffled boom, with the surging air waves scattering dust and gravel in all directions.

Not far away, several guards from the Dou family were locked in combat with two teenagers.

Although the fight seemed evenly matched and difficult to determine, Madam Lin could tell at a glance that the guards were struggling to keep up, and that defeat was only a matter of time.

The two youths were quite different. One was agile, his hand blades were both fiery and icy, quite mysterious. The other's attacks combined illusion and yang fire, equally impressive.

The head guard, Mu Jingming, was locked in combat with a young man whose sword flashed brilliantly, his moves were sharp and swift, and he carried a chilling killing intent—it was the Seven Kill Sword!
Madam Lin's gaze lingered on the young man's face for a moment, a subtle ripple passing through her heart.

Fang Yidan (Aunt Fang) then encountered another young man with a cold face, who also wielded the Seven Kill Sword. The sword wind was fierce and without light, and for a time they were evenly matched.

However, the most eye-catching figure was undoubtedly the boy standing in the center of the front yard paved with bluestone.

He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in an exquisite blue and white robe. He had a handsome face, but his calm demeanor was completely out of place with the intense battle around him.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell upon him, gilding his figure with a soft golden edge.

His gaze did not linger on any particular battle; instead, it was indifferent yet inquisitive as he slowly swept over the wisteria climbing the pergola, finally settling on the familiar bamboo curtain hanging at the entrance of the main hall.

His gaze pierced through the gaps in the bamboo curtain and calmly landed on Madam Lin, who had just come out.

Eyes facing each other.

Madam Lin saw in the boy's eyes a calmness far beyond his years, and beneath that calm lay an unquestionable will.

The boy also saw the serenity in the eyes of this beautiful woman, a quiet temperament imbued with the wisdom of books.

"Mother! It's him!"

Dou Congtong peeked out from behind Madam Lin, her long, icy green hair swaying slightly, and pointed at Chen Xiaojun, calling out in a low voice.

Chen Xiaojun stepped forward and, facing Madam Lin under the corridor, performed a standard junior's salute from a noble family with meticulous care. His movements were calm and elegant, as if he were not the one who had just forced his way into the mansion.

He raised his head, and his clear, calm voice reached Madam Lin and Dou Congtong's ears: "Junior Chen Xiaojun, I apologize for disturbing you. I have come here specifically to inquire about Senior Dou Jing's matter."

Madam Lin wore a string of lustrous pearls on her wrist. As the word "dust" fell, her hand suddenly gripped the protruding corner of the pillar, the pearls being slightly deformed by the sudden tightening force. The sturdy jade hairpin in her hair seemed to tremble very slightly.

Before Madam Lin could respond, Dou Congtong, who was behind her, could no longer contain herself and rushed out in a flash of green: "So it's you from Chang'an Academy, daring to come knocking on our door and even bringing up my father!"

Today is the closing ceremony, and most of them are wearing the blue and white uniforms of the Chang'an team, except for Ma Liang, who loves red. So Dou Congtong recognized them at a glance and was furious.

Before he finished speaking, a bright green soul light flashed, and two jade-like rabbit ears instantly grew from the top of Dou Congtong's head.

She lightly touched the ground with her feet and unleashed the "Wind Trace Step - Leaf Treading Style" passed down by her mother. A whirlwind arose from the soles of her feet, and she stepped silently on the ground. She even used the plants by the corridor as leverage to spring forward, and her figure shot out like lightning.

The yellow spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill: Gale Kick!"

Wind elements enveloped her feet, and she stomped the ground with all her might, using the recoil to launch herself straight out like an arrow, aiming a kick at Chen Xiaojun's face.

Chen Xiaojun remained standing calmly, seemingly without any intention of making a move.

Just as Dou Congtong's toes were about to reach him, a red soul light flashed in front of Chen Xiaojun.

"First Soul Skill Modification: Phoenix Meteor Fist!"

Ma Liang threw out his left fist, and dozens of fist shadows instantly condensed, transforming into a lifelike, blazing phoenix phantom that fiercely rammed into Dou Congtong's kick.

boom!
With a muffled thud, Dou Congtong was sent flying and tumbling through the air by the force of the punch.

Although the phoenix phantom had shrunk considerably, the remaining fiery fist energy still relentlessly pursued it.

In mid-air, Dou Congtong flipped his right hand, revealing a strange short stick about one meter long.

The pestle head is dark blue, made of hard stone, with blue veins pulsating on it like blood vessels, and the holes hum as soul power is injected; the pestle handle is made of wood, and the inlaid jade crystals flow with a rich, vibrant green light.

"Third Soul Skill - Three Lives Knock - Sky-Splitting Thrust!"

With a flick of her wrist, an invisible spike seemed to materialize at the tip of the short stick, and a vacuum wind spike that tore through the air suddenly shot out from the tip, precisely slicing through the pursuing Phoenix Fist force.

At the same time, Ma Liang was also affected by the shockwave from Dou Congtong's soul skill. He groaned and was knocked back several meters.

He frowned slightly; the penetrating shockwave made his chest feel tight, and his internal organs and the old injury in his right arm ached faintly.

Upon seeing this, Dou Congtong's eyes lit up. The moment he landed, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and once again used the "leaf-stepping" technique to rush forward, his target still Ma Liang.

Ma Liang took a deep breath: "Second Soul Skill Modification - Phoenix Rain Blows Flame!"

A deep yellow spirit ring lit up, and countless burning fire feathers poured down like a sudden rain, covering Dou Congtong's path.

Dou Congtong moved like a leaf in the wind, quickly leaping and dodging through the gaps in the fire feathers, appearing ghost-like above Ma Liang's head.

"Second Soul Skill - Armor-Cracking Kick!"

The wind pressure was highly concentrated at her heels. She twisted her body and slashed downwards, the force carrying both penetrating and shockwave damage, aiming straight for Ma Liang's head.

Ma Liang changed his footwork and used the graceful "Phoenix Soaring Cloud Step" to dodge.

However, Dou Congtong's attack was too swift, and the aftershocks of the shockwave still struck him.

Dou Congtong pressed his advantage, reappearing above Ma Liang and unleashing another fierce "Armor-Splitting Kick"!
A red light flashed in Ma Liang's eyes, and flames instantly rose around him, transforming into a layer of solid, liquid-like crimson flames covering his entire body—it was the "Phoenix Fire Robe," one of the four ultimate techniques of Spirit Transformation!
boom!
The heel, carrying wind pressure, slammed into the thin film of flames, producing a loud bang.

Ma Liang was jolted back several steps by the immense force, his breathing slightly disordered.

Dou Congtong landed lightly, looking at Ma Liang who was clearly at a disadvantage. Her long, icy green hair moved without wind, and a cold sneer curled at the corner of her mouth: "Level 45? Chang'an team member, nothing special."

(End of this chapter)