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

Chapter 1409 Winning the Championship
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The crystalline light swirled like mist in the arena, its seven-colored radiance flickering and occasionally bursting forth with a dazzling, cold glint.

The spectators on the sidelines held their breath, watching the ripples of light on the surface.

Canghui Academy has never officially revealed the lineup of seven gem soul masters, so the power of this seven-in-one fusion skill remains a mystery.

Judging from its appearance alone, this fusion technique seems to have inherited the essence of the Five Asura Illusions and sublimated it, taking the route of illusion.

Judging from the soul power fluctuations emanating from that seven-colored pillar of light, its intensity already faintly reveals the pressure of a Soul Saint.

One second, ten seconds, thirty seconds, a minute passed.

The seven-colored beam of light fluctuated violently, its light appearing and disappearing intermittently, making it extremely unstable.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek rang out, and a large amount of gem light dissipated like a tide, while soul power fluctuations surged like wind and clouds.

Suddenly, the sound of crystal shattering rang out, and the entire pillar of light collapsed like glass, with thousands of crystal fragments swept in all directions by the gale.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the scene gradually became clear.

Chen Xinyi stood calmly on the arena, wearing a moon-white long-sleeved woven dress underneath, and a blue gauze outer garment that fluttered slightly in the wind. The plain gauze covering her face could not hide her radiance, and her jade-white stockings were adorned with a few sparkling fragments of light.

Opposite her, on the blue stone bricks lay the bodies of seven Canghui team members, their bodies limp like frost-bitten lotus leaves, only the figure in blue robes standing against the wind.

Shi Liuguang's fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably, and fine beads of sweat slid down the edge of the jade bracelet.

The silver bell that jingled on Luo Qianxue's wrist was now scattered and broken by her disordered breathing, sounding much like the crisp sound of rain hitting glazed tiles.

Lian Changzhi remained seated as upright as a pine tree. If it weren't for the spiderweb-like cracks on the mutton-fat jade pendant at his waist, one would almost mistake him for someone who had truly entered a meditative state.

This vice dean, who was usually inscrutable, had slightly white knuckles on his right hand, and the veins throbbed beneath his bronze skin, like a dormant dragon about to break through the earth.

A collective gasp suddenly erupted in the arena, and hundreds of spectators were either dumbfounded or pounding on the railings and shouting.

"So this is the victory of the banished immortal?!"

"Nonsense, isn't it obvious? Only the immortal can stand up. Look at her calm and collected demeanor; she obviously didn't exert much effort."

"A lone rider slaughtering an entire enemy formation!"

"How did she do it?"

"That must have been a mental battle, extremely dangerous."

"So, the immortal's spiritual power is very strong, otherwise how could he have severely injured seven people?"

"Untainted by worldly dust, truly a banished immortal on par with the peerless young master, possessing extraordinary strength."

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"The victor—Chang'an!"

The old referee's deep voice boomed under the dome, and his aged hand raised the command flag to its highest point.

The flag embroidered with swans fluttered in the wind, as if it were about to take flight.

"The twin peaks of Chang'an illuminate the universe, while the banished immortal ruled over thirteen prefectures!"

Suddenly, a musician plucked the seven strings, and a melody drifted over. The vibrating strings produced the fierce and murderous tune of "Breaking the Enemy's Formation."

Amidst the melodious strains of the zither, the mechanisms hanging from the dome suddenly activated, causing thousands of snow-white blossoms to fall in a flurry. Reflected in the sunlight, they shimmered with a pearly luster, enveloping the entire arena in a sea of ​​fragrant snow.

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Zhu Wuneng raised his fist high, his headband hanging askew by his ear. Gao Cuilan had already ruined her carefully applied eye makeup with tears, but she threw herself into her boyfriend's arms without a care.

The childhood sweethearts embraced tightly amidst the rain of petals, completely oblivious to the whistles that filled the air around them.

Ma Wencai's tense back relaxed instantly, and he forcefully ripped open his collar, revealing a hideous bruise on his collarbone.

A level 37 Soul Master and a fifth-grade Martial Soul wouldn't be enough to impress in a tournament teeming with Soul Masters and Soul Kings, but this stubborn young man managed to carve out a bloody path through fourteen fierce battles with his superior combat power and perseverance.

At that moment, he was exchanging blows with his cousin Ma Liang, the dull thud of their knuckles striking each other carrying a relieved smile.

Dugu Fu was equally overjoyed and was about to reach out to hug the person next to him when he met Su Ningxia's cold and icy gaze.

Dugu Fu awkwardly withdrew his arm, which had been frozen in mid-air, and a medicinal fragrance wafted from his scratching head.

A huge wave of cheers suddenly erupted at the edge of the ring, and sparks flew as Wang Baoqiang's metal boots scraped the ground. Neil Seven followed closely behind, a piece of unmelted magnolia still clinging to his silver hair, while Ji Bo and Meggie jumped around arm in arm.

The fact that a team composed almost entirely of high school students won the provincial championship in the English Proficiency Competition is a remarkable achievement.

Although everyone was injured.

Chen Mu leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, turned to look at Chen Bin and Chen Shurui, who were wrapped in bandages: "If we really win the championship, you two will lose big time."

He recovered from his injury and returned to the team in the sixteenth round, while Chen Bin and Chen Shurui were more unlucky, as they were injured by their own signature move.

"Fifth Brother, don't be so smug!" Chen Shurui grinned. "So what if you recovered from your injuries a few rounds earlier? Once I'm fully healed..."

"Wait until you're healed?" Chen Mu suddenly chuckled. "With your current limp, it's uncertain whether you'll even make it to the semi-finals."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Shurui smacked him on the head, making his face contort in pain.

Chen Bin bluntly uttered two words: "Show-off!"

At this moment, nearly 20,000 Chang'an fans cheered wildly, their voices converging into a torrent that resounded through the sky.

"So ethereal, I am but a banished immortal!"

"The Twin Jewels of Chang'an, the Twin Jewels of Chang'an!"

"Chang'an Champion, Champion!"

Cheers and shouts mingled together, creating a sound wave that almost lifted the dome.

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However, amidst the cheers, the students from Canghui Academy appeared particularly dejected, as it meant they had been eliminated.

Shi Liuguang, Shi Feiang, Luo Qianxue and others rushed onto the arena to check on the injuries of Cang Hui and the other seven.

Lian Changzhi sat on the coach's bench, his eyes already closed.

He remained as composed as ever, but his once unstoppable spirit had quietly faded.

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Chen Xiaojun stood in the VIP room, gazing at the sky full of jade flowers, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

He gazed at the electrifying scene, letting the cheers wash over his eardrums, and felt an indescribable surge of excitement welling up inside him.

Nineteen wins and one loss is an outstanding record.

This hard-earned achievement finally allowed him to fulfill his promise to lead the team to victory.

Although they had already secured the championship yesterday based on their head-to-head record against Qinglin and Wushan, today's decisive victory over Canghui made the gold cup even more dignified and honorable.

Xia Shuyao smiled sweetly: "Congratulations, young master, congratulations!"

Xia Yun was also smiling from the side.

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Wang Wei's grin almost reached his ears as he slammed the wine jar onto the wooden table, splashing wine three feet away: "How about that? I'm asking you, are you convinced or not!"

With a thud, he downed another half-jin of wine, the wine stains dripping down his tangled beard and leaving dark marks on his clothes.

Beronpark stroked the bone necklace at his waist, his copper bell eyes narrowing into slits: "This Dust Heart Robe... is indeed quite something."

Yue Qiansong listlessly twirled the celadon wine cup, causing the osmanthus wine inside to ripple.

He lazily lifted his eyelids, catching a glimpse of the bulging veins on Wang Wei's neck. A playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he casually replied, "Congratulations on winning the championship."

Zhong Feng's shoulders suddenly relaxed, as if a thousand-pound suit of black iron armor had been removed.

Yang Guisan placed his warm palm on the back of his hand, gently stroking his calloused thumb: "It's all in the past."

The old man's hoarse voice wafted over, mixed with the scent of sandalwood. Only then did Zhong Feng realize that his fingernails had dug deeply into his palm, leaving four bloody marks.

With Chang'an Academy's name engraved on the champion's monument, Xuanhuang Academy automatically qualified for the next round.

(End of this chapter)