Douluo: Legend of the Dragon King - The Voice of the Purple Emperor

Feeling the enthusiastic atmosphere around him, even someone as composed as him among his peers couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Just as he was getting into the mood, a figure leaped up onto the stage opposite him. This was undoubtedly his opponent in the first match of the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, number 520.

He was a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and well-proportioned, and gave off a very composed and steady aura.

In the stands, two elderly men sat together, conversing quietly. Anyone who got close would have noticed that the outside noise was completely shut out from them.

"Wu Xie's competition is about to begin. Elder Lin, it's just the preliminary round, do you really need to come and watch in person? You really care a lot about your precious disciple!" the thin old man on the left joked.

The man he addressed as Elder Lin was a tall, imposing old man. Elder Lin said in a deep voice, his face expressionless, "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Although it's unlikely we'll encounter strong opponents in the preliminary rounds, I also need to observe whether Wu Xie has taken my words to heart. He's already eighteen years old this year, and this is his last chance to participate in the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament. He can't afford to lose. He must at least make it into the top eight."

The gaunt old man smiled and said, "Your goal isn't set too high! I remember Wu Xie is already a One-Word Battle Armor Master, right? Five-ring cultivation, One-Word Battle Armor Master. Finding an opponent in the entire competition won't be easy. Even the elite students from Monster Academy are only at this level. I think this preliminary round will be over in a flash. Perhaps Wu Xie has a chance to compete for the top three."

Old Lin said, "I hope so. However, what I'm more worried about is the preliminary round. The preliminary round involves random grouping, and if you're extremely unlucky, it's not impossible that you could be grouped with those little monsters from the Monster Academy. If that happens, it'll be troublesome. The preliminary round is an elimination round; there's no second chance."

The gaunt old man smiled and said, "At least this first one isn't. It's a very unfamiliar young fellow, who doesn't look very old. I guess he's just here to make an appearance. It seems we can prepare to leave."

"Hmm." Old Lin nodded.

The light shield slowly rose, followed by an electronic voice announcing, "Round 1 of the knockout stage: Player 250 vs. Player 520. Ready? Countdown: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Begin!"

There are no rules in the game; the referee watches from the sidelines, and the game ends once a winner is determined.

Contestant number 520 is named Ling Wuxie. He comes from an ancient sect and came to participate in this competition hoping to make a name for himself.

Ling Wuxie had participated in the competition three years ago when he was only fifteen years old. He performed exceptionally well that time and ultimately made it into the top sixty-four. For the past three years, he has been training diligently, all in order to achieve good results in his final All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition.

Gu You rushed towards Ling Wuxie in one stride.

Seeing Gu You charging towards him, Ling Wuxie frowned slightly. Was this opponent not even releasing his Martial Soul? Was he so nervous that he forgot?

In a large-scale competition like the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, quite a few people make mistakes due to nervousness.

Ling Wuxie was not careless. His eyes flashed and five spirit rings rose from his feet, two yellow and three purple.

But the instant he released his spirit ring, Gu You's fist had already arrived.

"What? Could it be..." Ling Wuxie's eyes widened as he sensed the danger in that circle.

bump!

A figure flew out, and the referee immediately caught it, but his hands began to tremble.

The referee looked in shock at the figure in the smoke.

What kind of force is this?

How could this happen?

Some viewers who noticed this exclaimed in shock: A Soul King was killed with a single punch?

In the audience, Ling Wuxie's two teachers were not only dumbfounded, but their faces were so gloomy that they looked like they were about to drip water.

They lost! They lost the very first match? This also means elimination. Ling Wuxie's last chance to participate in the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament has been lost. How could they not be shocked and furious?

Ling Wuxie lay on the ground, his mind blank, all the pressure gone.

I lost. I just lost like that, inexplicably.

If I had released my battle armor right from the start, not giving the opponent a chance to get close, this wouldn't have happened.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. He recalled his teacher's words and felt deep regret for initially underestimating Gu You.

But in this world, there's never a second chance, and no one ever pities a loser. He failed; he was eliminated; he was a failure.

What he didn't know was that his fate as a loser was sealed from the very beginning...

He jumped off the competition platform and quickly ran into the athletes' tunnel. He didn't want to become the center of attention.

"That's great!" Gu Yue's voice rang in his ears. Gu You turned his head and saw that she was already waiting for him there.

"It's just a small dish, nothing worth paying attention to," Gu You said with a smile.

With great difficulty, Ling Wuxie got up and stepped off the competition stage like a walking corpse.

"Feeling discouraged?" A deep, aged voice sounded beside him.

Suddenly raising his head, Ling Wuxie looked in the direction from which the voice came and called out somewhat hoarsely, "Teacher."

The old man walked up to her, suddenly raised his hand, and with a "slap," slapped her hard across the face.

The sharp pain in his face seemed to bring Ling Wuxie back to his senses.

"Feeling discouraged?" The old man's voice was stern.

"I didn't." Ling Wuxie clenched her fists tightly, but tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.

Just as Ling Wuxie thought he was about to be beaten again, the old man raised his hand and pulled his disciple into his arms with his strong arms.

His voice was deep and powerful. "Remember, this is a disgrace for your entire life. To wash away this shame, you must become stronger. Don't make any excuses. Losing is losing. Losing isn't terrible, being eliminated isn't a big deal. What's important is that you understand why you lost this match, and recognize your shortcomings. You didn't lose because you didn't perform to your potential; your opponent simply didn't give you the opportunity. What you lack is practical experience. So, next, I will take you to Hell Valley, where you will train hard and strive to one day wash away today's shame. If you do that, then you will be a true champion."

"teacher……"

A five-ring Soul King...

(End of this chapter)