Battle Against a Titled Douluo: Three Life-or-Death Moves

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Xiong Mao Er's fingers unconsciously rubbed the little gourd hanging from his belt beneath his wide sleeves, feeling its cool, damp touch.

A level 84 Power Attack Type Soul Douluo against a level 91 Power Attack Type Titled Douluo.

Take three moves?

Very hard!

But... it was not as if there was no chance. It was still better than letting someone else—a Soul Sage—take three strikes from this Titled Douluo!

He drew in a deep breath of air heavy with blood and wet cold, and the light in his eyes grew solid.

The last trace of a smile on Xiong Mao Er's face vanished completely into the cold rain.

He raised a hand and unhurriedly wiped the water from his cheek, his voice as calm as a deep pool. "Your words are mistaken, Your Excellency Sky Splitting. I am merely a Vice Minister who runs errands within the Chen Clan, a man of little weight whose words carry little authority."

"A major matter like this, one concerning the direction of the family—how could someone of my status presume to decide it on my own?"

He met Tang Feng's gaze openly. "If Your Excellency insists on 'testing your hand,' then I, Xiong Mao Er, can naturally accompany you for three moves."

"If I fail to take them, I will get out of Lankai City myself, cleanly and without delay."

He cleverly limited the issue to a personal level, trying to avoid dragging the family into it.

Tang Feng's gaze, however, was like ice, unmoving in the slightest. "If you cannot decide, then find someone who can."

He spoke unhurriedly, each word like an icicle crashing down. "It is nothing more than a business negotiation. What is so difficult about