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

Chapter 1660 Fighting Alone Against the Royal Family!

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At 8:00 AM on July 13th in Tiandou City, the morning light already carried a hint of the sweltering heat of summer.

In the Northwest Region, beneath the magnificent arch of the Tian Dou Arena, hundreds of passages opened simultaneously.

The cacophony of voices and footsteps filled this open area.

Zhou Yi, dressed in the same blue and white casual wear as the Chang'an team, held his ticket stub in his hand and followed the signs through the slightly crowded crowd to the exclusive stands area belonging to the Chang'an team.

He found his seat and glanced at the person next to him—the other person had already taken his seat, his imposing figure standing out.

Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow, a faint smile curving his lips, and as he sat down, he naturally greeted, "Oh, big brother, it's you again."

The burly man in the next seat turned around and recognized him as the same strong man who had claimed to have "made a fortune" betting on Chang'an yesterday.

His rugged face immediately broke into a warm smile: "Hey, brother! It's you again, scholar! This is quite an interesting coincidence."

His voice was loud and clear, drawing the attention of several people in the front row.

Zhou Yi settled himself in and adjusted his collar: "My seat is a package deal, but your seat, brother..."

He gently nodded his chin toward the large man's seat. "The person sitting there a few days ago... wasn't you."

Upon hearing this, the burly man let out a hearty, deep laugh: "Hey! Scholar, didn't you have good luck yesterday and win a fortune betting on Chang'an?"

His eyes lit up with excitement as he said, "I was just thinking, maybe this location really benefits from Chang'an's good fortune? It's a lucky spot! I'll buy tickets for the next few days of the show right away."

He had this "I'm decisive, brother" look on his face. "Looks like it's God's arrangement. In the next few days, I'll have to cheer for Chang'an with you, brother!"

Zhou Yi's smile deepened: "That's great, let's keep each other company."

He paused for a moment, then corrected himself in a calm tone, "But brother, your 'scholar' title... it really makes me blush. I'm long past the age of studying hard by the window."

"My name is Zhou Yi, Zhou as in complete and Zhou as in elegant."

"Haha, good, good! Brother Zhou Yi!" The burly man readily agreed, nodding vigorously and patting his broad chest. "My surname is Jin, and my given name is Xin! Jin like gold, Xin like the heart!"

A heart of gold? Zhou Yi's lips twitched almost imperceptibly—how desperate for money are you?

On the surface, Zhou Yi simply nodded, adding a touch of appropriate praise: "No wonder you're so lucky, brother. It turns out that this gold and jade inside means you're born with a lucky star in your destiny."

"Hey, how could I be born with a life of wealth and privilege!" Jin Xin waved his hand, his smile carrying a hint of composure at being seen through, but mostly filled with barely suppressed smugness. "It's all thanks to the Chang'an team!"

He leaned closer to Zhou Yi, his familiarity making them seem like true brothers: "Bet with the team and you'll make a fortune, Brother Zhou Yi. Yesterday I told you to bet on Chang'an..."

As Zhou Yi leaned over, he subtly turned his gaze to the central arena, which was now lighting up with various colors.

The ticket gates in the passageway were still noisy, but the sense of solemnity and power that was gradually gathering in the center of the huge venue was slowly spreading.

Zhou Yi casually tugged at his team-themed shirt: "To be honest, I bet a little bit on Chang'an in every game."

He paused slightly, then said with a hint of helplessness, "In this Tiandou City, everything—food, lodging, transportation—is priced like gold. The money won from betting on Chang'an is just enough to cover these losses."

Jin Xin, standing beside him, immediately gave him a "I understand" look, and slapped Zhou Yi's not-so-broad shoulder heavily with his large, fan-like hand, making Zhou Yi sway slightly: "Hey! That's straightforward! That's how a true friend acts!"

Zhou Yi sighed softly, "It's not easy for them to come all the way from home."

"The journey is long and the cost of carriages and horses is enormous. Then there are the small hotels and restaurants in the city, and the miscellaneous supplies for the road… These expenses are really hard to bear if you're not well-off." "That's right!" Jin Xin nodded vigorously in deep agreement, her short, cropped hair trembling. "Look at this huge venue. Those who can actually afford to travel all the way to Tiandou City to watch the arena…"

“If we were to play this match in a closer location, like our hometown in Fasno Province, our local people alone could easily fill more than half of the seats here!”

Zhou Yi nodded, deeply agreeing: "Indeed, how many people can live thousands of miles away from home?"

He gestured with his chin toward the center of the ring, where the arena's loudspeaker was just beginning to announce the matchup: "Today's first match is a clash between Chang'an and the Heavenly Dou Royal Team, the real highlight of the national semi-finals!"

"It's a pity that so many people from our hometown want to see it, but they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers and cannot come to this first-class arena of the Heavenly Battle."

"Who says otherwise!" Jin Xin suddenly raised her voice a few decibels, her excitement bordering on euphoria. "What's even more amazing is that today it's our 'Immortal' again—standing alone against the entire Heavenly Dou Royal Team!"

Zhou Yi turned his head abruptly, a genuine look of astonishment flashing in his eyes: "Today... is it still one against seven?"

The surprise in his voice overshadowed his feigned calm.

Jin Xin seemed quite surprised: "Brother, you didn't know? Yesterday, the reporter from Chang'an was late for the event."

"The rules are there. If you don't report the lineup changes in advance, you will be penalized and continue with the previous lineup."

"So today, naturally it's still just her!"

Zhou Yi gasped, looking towards the opposite passageway. Figures in gold and red royal insignia uniforms had already appeared; the leading figures were composed and exuded an extraordinary aura: "So..."

His voice deepened, "Today, the Immortal Sovereign will face alone against the royal princes led by the 'Three Heroes of Heavenly Battle'?"

Jin Xin grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said enthusiastically, "Brother! Put your mind at ease!"

He tapped the back of the seat in front of him excitedly with his thick fingers, "Open your eyes and look at this journey through the semi-finals, how many renowned provincial champions have emerged!"

He snorted, his tone laced with intense contempt, "Who hasn't fallen to our Immortal's hand! So what if he's from the Heavenly Clan? He's just got a bigger entourage and a more prestigious reputation, but he'll still be brought down!"

Zhou Yi's expression was solemn: "Brother Jin, but this time... it's different."

"The three heroes of Tiandou are leading the charge: the Sixth Prince Xue Shiming, ranked fifth on the Prodigy Ranking; the 'Hammer King' Tang Chen, who hammered his way up to tenth place; and Ning Zhongtian, the rising star of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, ranked fifteenth on the list."

“Each of them is far superior to any of our previous opponents.”

Jin Xin suddenly leaned closer, her heat, mixed with the smell of sweat, almost hitting Zhou Yi's face: "That's better!"

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he suppressed the excitement rising in his throat, "Take a look at today's odds!"

"It is precisely because the opponent is so frighteningly strong that the odds for betting on our Immortal to win have been raised so high, breaking four again."

"If... if the immortal could really take down these three today..."

He slammed his hand on the armrest, "Believe in the banished immortal, that's right!"

Zhou Yi met his intense gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, before he nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Just then, the arena suddenly focused on the western entrance, instantly silencing the buzzing noise throughout the stands.

A tall, slender figure, shrouded in an invisible, chilly aura, slowly stepped into the dazzling spotlight.

An invisible pressure spread subtly with her movements, plunging the vast arena into a strange, breathtaking silence.

Only the ground of the central arena emitted a deep and resonant "hum" as she took her final step.

(End of this chapter)