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

Chapter 1855 Beautiful clothes, not durable!
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Ma Yinqi pointed her slender finger at the secret letter from the Ma family that she had brought, her voice laced with a cold sarcasm: "My young master, take a good look at your precious little brother! Heh, he led a group to kill six Soul Saints in a row. The sword of war, the sword of judgment, how impressive!"

Chen Jianjun's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted instantly, and he grabbed the secret letter, quickly unfolding it and reading it.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the transactional details and then over the concise yet awe-inspiring account: "Dust Laughs Lord on the ancient castle battlefield, his sword's might overwhelming."

Six Soul Saints! Six!
This record is too impressive, too astonishing.

How old is he? What is his soul power level? This is no longer a simple challenge against someone of a higher level, but rather carving a bloody path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood with his sword, slaying saints as easily as cutting grass! The reputation of "Sword of War" and "Sword of Judgment" is a title soaked in the blood of soul saints!
The secret letter also mentioned that Chen Xiaojun's soul power was severely depleted, and his face was slightly pale, but after the battle he was able to quickly absorb the blood energy and negative energy of the battlefield through the Seven Kill Sword to replenish himself.

This strange yet highly effective ability weighed heavily on Chen Jianjun's mind.

"Hoo..." He exhaled a long breath, as if trying to squeeze out the shock in his chest.

Ma Yinqi sneered, "Your good little brother is quite capable! Clad in black armor, he doesn't shed a drop of blood, and he's incredibly imposing! The unlucky one is my little third brother (Ma Liang)! Look, how many times has this happened already?"

She counted on her fingers, her voice suddenly rising, "Since the beginning of this year, I was injured in the battle of Zhongnan Mountain, injured in the provincial preliminary round, injured in the national competition, injured when Chen Mansion was attacked, and injured again when fighting in the underground city. I've been injured five times in a year."

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with resentment: "His fire wings have been almost bitten off by the bat swarm, his soul power is almost drained, and after using his right arm bone technique, he can barely fly. Every time, he's following your brother, that jinx. My Ma family's phoenix seedlings are not meant to be tormented like this!"

Judging from her words, it's unclear whether she got angry because Chen Jianjun was hiding something from her or because she felt sorry for Ma Liang.

Gui Dang crossed his arms and said, "Yinqi, a man has to tough it out."

Ma Yinqi muttered, "What's the point of toughing it out? You think everyone has a turtle shell like you?"

Gui Dang ignored her and instead scolded Chen Jianjun, "Laojun, your younger brother is beyond just 'a little difficult to beat.' His childhood sweetheart is the top-ranked 'Donghuang,' with a 100,000-year-old soul ring; and he himself... heh, he killed two saints with one sword? What kind of monsters are we going to fight in this tournament?"

Xue Wanni leaned against the wall, tears still streaming down her face, sobbing, "My dear brother, the third-ranked scholar... he deceived me so badly... he wrote such beautiful poems, yet he hid such a vicious sword... his childhood sweetheart was Donghuang, and he himself was the Sword Demon who slayed saints... sob sob..."

Fang Yiling's face was as cold as ice, her dark blue hair gleaming: "Captain, 'Sword of Judgment'... can strike the soul directly, inducing fear and stagnation, weakening the opponent. 'Sword of War' unleashes the killing intent of the battlefield, a wide-range kill. This has long surpassed the scope of ordinary soul skills. The Chen family has such a deep foundation. This competition is truly a 'surprise'..."

Ximen Chuixue finally turned his gaze from the window to the three characters "Chen Xiaojun" on the tactical board: "The sword...not bad. Do you have...a sword manual?"

Faced with the mixed feelings of anger, accusation, and inquiry from his teammates, Chen Jianjun felt completely overwhelmed.

He took a deep breath: "Everyone, I don't know Xiao Jun's strength either. Really, things have changed so much in the past year. It's pointless to complain now. But the competition is just around the corner, and we..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Is it pride? My younger brother is so strong.

Is it pressure? This immense pressure will become the most terrifying obstacle on their path to victory.

Is it worry? The power my younger brother displayed, especially his ability to absorb negative energy from the battlefield, seemed ominous.

Chen Jianjun's heart sank.

This competition is going to be tough.

“This is no longer just ‘difficult to fight,’ it’s a life-or-death situation.” Fang Yiling raised her head, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. “Captain, the intelligence gap has been closed. Now, we need to think about how to carve out a path to survival against this combined force of myth and killing god.” Chen Jianjun suppressed his turbulent emotions and said in a deep voice, “But as Yiling said, the intelligence gap is clear. No matter how strong Xiaoyi is, no matter how sharp Xiaojun’s sword is, we are not fish to be slaughtered. And what they are suppressing is you, the spirit of the continent’s prodigies.”

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Gui Dang patted the name "Chen Xiaojun" on the tactics board, "Third place! Top spot! Good! Now you're worthy to be my opponent, Gui Dang! Forget about war trials, on the arena, this old woman Baxia will test his strength, and even tear apart Donghuang's eyes!"

Xue Wanni wiped away the tears that hadn't dried from the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, and her previous grievances were replaced by a strange expression.

She picked up the fallen silk handkerchief, her voice trembling slightly, "So be it...so be it...to be defeated by a true myth, isn't that an honor? Wan Ni...I will also make those eyes that look down on all living beings remember my name!"

Fang Yiling's fingertips no longer directed at Chen Jianjun. The light of the rhombus-shaped crystal flowed, and the coldness in her dark eyes transformed into icy calculation. "One sword, two saints. I don't believe he can reach the title level."

"That sword of war should be a sword of borrowed power. The arena is not a battlefield, and it doesn't have that much negative energy. It's already mostly useless. Most of those Soul Saints in the dungeons are on drugs, so his battle record will be discounted."

Ma Yinqi snapped his folding fan shut and shook his chest: "Even with a discount, they're still two Soul Saints."

Chen Jianjun took the two letters and examined them carefully: "Xiaojun's swordsmanship is something that his family doesn't have. It seems that he has received a new inheritance."

Gui Dang snapped out of his daze and slapped his forehead: "It seems so. I've never heard of your family having such amazing swordsmanship. Did he come from your family's new ruins?"

Chen Jianjun glanced at her and said, "The ghost of the ruins must have been passed down to him by his master."

Gui Dang's eyes sparkled: "He has a master? Who is he? What's his name? With such amazing swordsmanship, he must be a master."

Chen Jianjun ignored her, saying, "The newly acquired sword skills are probably not yet fully mastered."

"Moreover, Xiaoyi's vine spirit is not right. All of these vines are vine-type spirit beasts from which she acquired her spirit skills. It seems that, like Xiaojun, it is also one ring and one vine."

"Her Soul-Empty Technique at that time must have had a very large time limit, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to withstand that consumption."

Gui Dang nodded in agreement: "That's right, her name is Xiuyi. Such a delicate-sounding woman's name is definitely not easy to maintain."

Could you be any ruder?

And what kind of logic is that?! Women's thought processes...

If you say so, then it is.

Chen Jianjun's gaze unconsciously pierced through the noisy dust of the tactics room and turned to the window, his vision seemingly transcending space and landing on the distant Tiandou City.

What came to mind was the image of his younger brother, Chen Xiaojun, standing quietly in the shadows below the stage, calm and reserved.

On that throne, symbolizing supreme glory, "Donghuang" Xiaoyi's gaze swept over all living beings with indifference.

In Chen Jianjun's imagination, Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi's gazes met silently for a moment—it wasn't a simple eye contact, but more like two chess players confirming a grand chess game that had already been laid out.

This game of chess, with the entire tournament as its board and the heroes of the world as its pieces, has a scope that far exceeds the realm of ordinary competitions, encompassing the entire heavens.

"This competition..." he slowly uttered four words, with a quality as sharp as a honed blade, "...a fight to the death!"

(End of this chapter)