Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 15: Sword Lacking Killing Intent, Go Register at the Great Soul Arena, Instantly Kill Your Opponent with a Single Strike.

The porcupine and the snake spear withdrew their gazes.

He then proceeded to discuss the important matter with Xue Qinghe.

"Young Master, this year's freshmen at the Royal Heavenly Dou Academy are very capable."

"Yu Tianheng, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Martial Soul from the previous two seasons, has become the captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team."

"He led his six teammates to a record of twenty consecutive victories in the Imperial City Arena."

"If you want to control the Heaven Dou Empire in the future, you'd better cultivate good relationships with these geniuses."

Xue Qinghe nodded indifferently, remained silent for a long while, and then said:

"Inform the College Education Committee."

"I have someone here who needs to go to the Royal Academy."

The pufferfish and the snake spear exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Is the young master really that concerned about that boy named Li Zhexian?

They've rejected you time and time again, yet you're still chasing after them.

of course.

These kinds of words should not be said.

The two responded:
"Yes."

The moonlight spread across the ground like salt.

Li Zhexian stood in the center of the courtyard, his Azure Lotus Sword drawing out sharp streaks of sword light.

His sword was too fast!
That's incredibly sharp!
The sword, three fingers wide and three feet six inches long, was wielded by Li Zhexian with impenetrable skill.

The old locust tree in the courtyard, disturbed by the sword energy, had its leaves falling in a flurry.

sough--!
sough--!
A series of chilling sword lights flashed in the courtyard.

Every sword strike was precise, piercing through the falling leaves.

After Li Zhexian stood still.

The Azure Lotus Sword in his hand was already pierced with fallen leaves.

None of the countless leaves that had been fluttering in the air fell to the ground.

If an outsider were to see this scene, they would surely be horrified.

But Li Zhexian was not satisfied.

He stared at the Azure Lotus Sword, starlight flowing across its blade, reflecting his slightly furrowed brow.

"No, no, no..."

"My sword is getting sharper and sharper, but it seems to be missing something..."

Just as Li Zhexian frowned and pondered.

"Meow-!"

Outside the courtyard.

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out.

Li Zhexian subconsciously looked over, and then he saw two raccoon dogs, one chasing and the other fleeing, jumping onto the wall.

The fleeing raccoon suddenly turned around, bared its teeth, arched its back, leaped up, and slashed out with its front paws.

"Meow-!"

The raccoon that had the upper hand suddenly bled from its neck.

See this scene.

Li Zhexian's gaze froze.

A flash of inspiration struck me.

He knew what his sword was missing.

Based on his current knowledge and experience.

Know the first three levels of swordsmanship: the lower level cuts people, the middle level cuts oneself, and the upper level cuts the night.

He created the "Yaoguang Sword," which allowed him to steal a wisp of starlight and touch the sword of the third realm.

But he forgot the fundamentals.

—The sword is a weapon of death!
Li Zhexian murmured:

"perhaps……"

"I need more real-world, bloody combat experience."

The next morning.

Li Zhexian arrived in front of a magnificent building located in the southeast corner of the imperial city.

This building is very similar to the Roman Colosseum in Li Zhexian's previous life. The oval-shaped outer wall is made of stacked yellow boulders, and the surface is covered with cracks from wind and rain erosion and bloody impact marks.

Dozens of archways, each over ten feet high, stand like the ribs of a giant beast, neatly arranged on the four-story outer wall.

"Is this the Grand Arena of the Imperial City...?"

Li Zhexian stepped into the Great Battle Arena.

In an instant.

The noise surged in like a tide.

Dust swirled in the murky air, mingling with the stench of blood and sweat.

The deafening roars from all directions, the screams of the contestants, the shouts of the audience, and the explosions of soul skills clashing were all mixed together.

Li Zhexian looked back, his vision filled with chaos.

The blood-stained arena was in the center, where the Soul Masters were covered in blood from the fighting.

The people in the stands waved their arms, their faces contorted in hysteria. Li Zhexian slowly exhaled.

Excitement gradually welled up in his dark eyes.

They squeezed their way to the registration area.

"I want to sign up for Soul Fighting."

The registration process went smoothly.

Li Zhexian gave himself the code name "Sword and Wine".

A metal fighting spirit badge was pinned to his chest, representing his rank.

In the Grand Arena, victory or defeat determines points, and points can be used to upgrade badge levels.

The badges are ranked from lowest to highest as follows: Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Purple Gold.

The higher the level, the stronger the opponents, and the greater the rewards.

Li Zhexian chose a faceless mask without any facial features, put it on, and headed straight for the casino.

He laid out all his possessions—three gold soul coins—on the gambling table in a row.

"Sword Wine" won the 8 PM and 9 PM shows.

After doing all this.

Li Zhexian left the Great Soul Arena.

It's still early.

He and Xue Qinghe had arranged to have barbecue, and it wouldn't be too late to come later in the evening.

Time flew by and night fell.

Backstage area of ​​the Grand Arena.

Li Zhexian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, coldly watching the contestants, some with bruises on their faces and others with injuries on their bodies, walk back and forth.

He also saw several figures huddled in the corner, wrapped up like rice dumplings, with dark red blood seeping through the coarse cloth.

It is said that Soul Masters have a high status.

But in the Great Soul Arena, Soul Masters are not much better than animals.

Blood and cruelty are the dominant themes here.

soon.

It's eight o'clock.

Li Zhexian was not very famous. As the host introduced him, he slowly walked onto the stage but did not receive much applause.

But his opponents are different.

The host shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs:
"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to... the Wolf!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience.

"The Ferocious Wolf has won four consecutive victories in one-on-one Soul Battles!"

"If he can defeat today's opponent, Sword Wine, then he will achieve a five-game winning streak and his badge level will be upgraded to bronze!"

Li Zhexian watched his opponent walk onto the stage with a calm gaze.

This was a burly man with his upper body bare, his face, covered in horizontal lines, embroidered with a blood wolf pattern, which added to his cruel demeanor.

He noticed that the faceless man opposite him was looking him up and down.

He grinned, revealing his scarlet gums, and made a gesture as if he were reaching out to slit his throat.

The wolf's provocative actions.

It stirred the audience's emotions.

They screamed hysterically at the stage.

"Fierce Wolf! Crush your opponent!"

"I bet a gold coin on the Ferocious Wolf, you son of a bitch, the Ferocious Wolf has to win for me!"

"This Sword Wine is clearly a newbie. I've bet everything I have and even borrowed three gold coins. The Fiend Wolf will surely win!"

"Wild Wolf, tear the Sword Wine to shreds!"

Such an intense atmosphere.

The host immediately announced loudly.

"The battle of spirits begins!"

The host quickly left the ring.

Amidst the increasingly loud roars of the audience.

The wolf's soul power surged, making its already burly body even thicker. Its arms were covered in bluish-gray fur, its fangs bared, revealing a ferocious face, and its eyes gleamed with a scarlet light.

Two spirit rings, one white and one yellow, appeared beneath his feet as he roared and charged toward Li Zhexian.

Li Zhexian stood still, not making a move for a long time.

He looked like he was terrified.

The audience seemed to have anticipated the scene of blood and entrails splattered everywhere, and their screams became even more frenzied.

However, just as the wolf pounced to within a meter of Li Zhexian...

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

In that instant, even the dim yellow oil lamps in the Great Soul Arena seemed to dim a third.

The wolf stopped in its tracks, its pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

At his neck.

A thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, quietly bloomed...

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