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

Chapter 1640 One Against Seven, the First Page in National History!
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Time rewinds to July 12th.

The last match of the fourth round of the English Cup.

Chang'an Academy versus Wujian Academy.

The heatwave in the venue was accompanied by the whispers of tens of thousands of people.

The air in this corner of the Chang'an Academy's exclusive stands felt sticky and heavy.

"I wonder what lineup will be on the field today."

"They were all injured yesterday, so I guess we won't be able to field a full seven-man squad."

"They did their best, fighting their way through a series of strong teams..."

"If it weren't for the attack by those scarlet rats that injured them, things wouldn't have come to this."

"Don't be sad, believe that our Chang'an team will not let us down."

"Everyone, give it your all! Whoever comes out next, we must support them!"

"Beat the drums! — Raise our flag high!"

A flash of light appeared at the entrance of the passage, and a figure in dark blue emerged.

It is a garment of dusty heart.

The wind lifted the hem of his shirt, causing the gold captain's armband around his left arm to sway.

"She's out... and she's still wearing Chen Xinyi!"

"With her around, I feel at ease."

"A banished immortal—!"

The sound of drums and shouts had just begun to erupt.

Then it came to an abrupt end.

No one else emerged from the shadows at the entrance of the passage.

Chen Xinyi stepped onto the arena.

The empty passageway behind her made the word "Captain" on her armband stand out even more.

The 120,000-seat circular grandstand was like boiling water suddenly having its fuel removed.

The buzzing went completely silent.

The next second, an even louder roar suddenly erupted, as if it would overturn the entire arena!
"Just one person?!"

"Where are the other team members?!"

"What the hell are you up to?!"

"are you crazy?!"

The roar of the sound crashed against the stadium dome.

The referee's fingers, which were holding the roster, paused.

He strode quickly toward the only pale blue figure standing in the sunlight.

"Captain Chen Xinyi,"

His gaze swept over the contestant tunnel behind Chen Xinyi. "Chang'an Team, are you the only one participating?"

Xiao Yi tilted her head slightly, a few strands of dark hair brushing past the corner of her eyes.

There was no answer; she simply nodded her chin slightly.

The referee stared into those calm, dark eyes. Although he had learned in the pre-match briefing that Chang'an had suffered heavy losses, his knuckles were still taut as he gripped the roster.

A single person representing a team in the semi-finals... This thin record book has never seen such a number "1".

This is a national competition, not a provincial one!
In the history of the National Tournament, there has never been a single player taking on the entire team, let alone against a top team like Wujian Academy.
The preparation area of ​​Wujian Academy was in an uproar.

Sitting on the bench, Wang Mixuan slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair, his hand aching from the impact. He growled, "One against seven? That's fucking disrespectful!"

Liu Xinxin, sitting next to him, turned pale with anger. She yelled at the starting players, especially captain Ye Wuhuan, who were already getting up, "Captain! Go up on the field later and teach her a lesson, tear off that pretentious act!" Gou Sheng, also sitting in the substitutes' area, was ashen-faced, staring at the lone figure on the field, gritting his teeth, "Our coaching staff stayed up all night studying tactics with the starters, the starters were fully prepared, and this is it? This is it?!"

All three had traveled to Chang'an six months prior and possessed considerable skill, yet they were also aware of the gap between themselves and the regular starters.

At this moment, he could only sit on the bench, his fists clenched until they turned white.

The main players had different expressions, but their eyes all became serious.

Captain Ye Wuhuan stood up, his gaze like that of a hawk, firmly fixed on Xiao Yi in the center of the field, calm, but with frost in his eyes.

"Shut up!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was like ice water being poured on him, instantly quelling the restlessness on the bench.

Gu Lin's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists: "The captain is right, what good is just howling! I want to see what she's got the guts to stand here!"

Tuoba Xiong's face was gloomy as he stomped his foot, leaving a crack in the ground: "Whether you're a hero or a coward, step forward and we'll see."

The metal soles of the boots slammed onto the concrete surface, a series of hard, resounding sounds crashing into the deathly silent arena.

Ye Wuhuan walked at the front, his wrist flicking inside his sleeve, and several thin, cicada-wing-like silver blades slid from between his fingers into his palm.

As the members of the Infinity Team—the main force with their cold expressions—stepped across the sideline and entered the arena, the gazes of tens of thousands of spectators, like tangible needles, pierced the sole figure on the empty arena.

The bustling stadium fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the flags remaining.

The referee's palms were sweaty.

Ye Wuhuan raised his hand, and the seven people quickly dispersed into a battle formation.

Below the stage, Wang Mixuan's Adam's apple bobbed violently. Suddenly, he raised his voice, his roar mingling with the surrounding noise: "Wujian! Tear her apart—!"

Liu Xinxin and Gou Sheng shouted wildly, veins bulging on their necks, their voices crashing against the transparent soul-guiding barrier.

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The Wujian Palace is a major sect with negative attributes, so the Wujian team is entirely composed of martial souls with negative attributes.

Their starting lineup this time is:
Shadow Nightmare: Night Without Joy, Level 56 Control-type Soul King, Martial Soul: Hundred Ghosts Night Parade (Special Weapon Martial Soul, Master of Crowd Control).

Spider Queen Yin Li Mei, a level 54 control-type Soul King, whose Martial Soul is the Netherworld Purple Jade Spider (a poison-attribute beast Martial Soul with poison-based control abilities).

Bone Transformation Ancient Lin, Level 55 Power Attack Type Soul King, Martial Soul Bone Dragon (Special Type Beast Martial Soul, Flying with Swiftness).

Bewitching Heart: Flower Shadow, Level 52 Agility-Attack Soul King, Martial Soul Seven Emotions Bewitching Flower (Mental/Plant-type Martial Soul, Illusion Approach).

Iron Corpse Tuoba Xiong, Level 52 Defense-type Soul King, Martial Soul Corpse King (Special Beast Martial Soul/Corpse Puppet Form, Copper Skin and Iron Bones).

Blood Slaughter - Fierce Fiend, Level 51 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul: Blood Drinking Mad Blade (Weapon Martial Soul, Blood-Drinking Ferocious Weapon).

Plague Doctor - Witchcraft, Level 48 Support-type Soul Master, Martial Soul: Plague Furnace (Weapon Martial Soul, Curse Weakening).

The Wujian Team inherits the characteristics of Wujian Five Veins: cunning, poison, illusion, resilience, and ferocity. They excel at mental erosion, poison attrition, shadow attacks, and brutal close combat. Their tactics are insidious and cunning, aiming to destroy the opponent's mind and body at the lowest possible cost.

However, all their methods at this moment are aimed at that one person a hundred meters away.

Inside the barrier, Chen Xinyi happened to raise her head.

The seven members of the Wujian Sect have formed a sharp arrowhead, and their soul rings are all lit up.

Beneath her feet, on the bluestone slab bleached white by the sunlight, there was only one shadow.

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In VIP Room 76, Han Yiyu gently tapped the railing with her knuckles, her gaze piercing through the crystal walls of the floor-to-ceiling windows and locking onto the audience: "It's truly surprising that Chen Xinyi actually went on stage alone. Well, that's fine."

"Ye Wuhuan and Gu Lin should be descendants of the Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon Saint Envoy of the Ghost King Sect."

"Yin Li Mei, Hua Nong Ying, Tuoba Xiong, Li Sha..."

She paused, then Bingyan smiled, a rare occurrence for her. "It seems that the true leaders of the four lineages—the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Joyful Union Sect, the Longevity Hall, and the Blood Refining Hall—have all risen in rank today."

Xuan Qingya picked up her wine glass, the liquid swirling slightly within: "It's said that the Wujian team is a second-tier powerhouse, second only to Tiandou and Yuehua."

"Six Soul Kings and One Soul Sect Master (all seven are direct descendants with prefixed code names). They've brought all their trump cards to the table. No wonder even that old monster, the Ghost King, has come."

"However, let's see what surprises this unpredictable family, the Chen family, will give us!"

"By the way, where's Fifth Sister?"

Han Yiyu raised her jade-like face slightly and pointed to the figure in green gauze on the chair by the arena in the distance, "Look, isn't that the one who's here!"

(End of this chapter)