Douluo Continent: I, Long Aotian, will not be a supporting character.

The battle must continue!

Jian Youhan said, "Your sword is strong, but it's not enough to break my defense! Third Soul Skill—Blood Dragon Imprisonment!"

Immediately, a powerful suction force erupted from the Blood Dragon Sword, and the crimson dragon soul detached from the sword, transforming into countless blood-red chains that coiled around Ji Juechen from all directions, attempting to trap him firmly.

Ji Juechen frowned slightly, sensing the powerful binding force contained within the chains. He remained calm, and his fourth soul ring suddenly shone brightly—Sword Transformation into Splitting Light!

Suddenly, the longsword in his hand split into four, transforming into four almost identical sword lights, each containing the same sharp sword intent as his original form. The four sword lights drew mysterious trajectories in the air, instantly severing the incoming blood-red chains, and simultaneously slashing towards Jian Youhan from four different directions.

Jian Youhan was shocked; he hadn't expected Ji Juechen's fourth soul skill to be so powerful.

His fifth spirit ring—the ten-thousand-year spirit ring representing the cultivation of a Spirit King—suddenly shone brightly!

"Ji Juechen, you have every reason to be proud that you forced me to use this move! Fifth Soul Skill—Blood Dragon Annihilation Slash!"

Jian Youhan gripped the Blood Dragon Sword with both hands, pouring all his Blood Dragon Soul Power into it. The Blood Dragon Sword instantly turned crimson, as if it were about to drip blood. The scarlet dragon soul re-integrated into the sword, causing the entire blade to hum with excitement. He roared to the sky, a sound inhuman, his entire being almost merging with the Blood Dragon Sword. A massive, blood-red dragon-shaped streak of light, carrying a world-destroying aura, slashed down towards Ji Juechen!

This strike contained the savagery of the Blood Dragon and all of Jian Youhan's killing intent; the air was torn apart, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

Ji Juechen felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that this attack was unavoidable, and if he couldn't withstand it, he would surely be defeated. He took a deep breath, and the soul power within his body began to circulate at an unprecedented speed.

The four sword lights in his hand suddenly merged into one, and then began to rotate in a mysterious trajectory, slowly forming a silver sword wheel radiating boundless sword energy in front of him.

On the sword wheel, countless fine sword energies swirled, seemingly containing the ultimate principles of swordsmanship, yet also carrying the intent of utter destruction.

"Boom—!"

The silver sword wheel and the crimson sword shadow collided violently. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then a terrifying energy storm swept outwards from the two of them. The ground of the martial arts arena was ripped up, and the surrounding spectators retreated in shock.

At the eye of the storm, the figures of Ji Juechen and Jian Youhan became blurred.

The defensive shield in the Soul Arena flickered wildly, almost overwhelmed. The Soul Masters responsible for the defense quickly increased their Soul Power input, which gradually stabilized the shield.

After a long while, the storm gradually subsided.

Ji Juechen was kneeling on one knee, his longsword supporting his body. His face was ashen, and a trace of blood clung to the corner of his mouth. The sword energy around him was dim, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself.

Opposite him, Jian Youhan was in no better shape. The Blood Dragon Sword in his hand emitted a mournful buzzing sound, and the crimson dragon soul had become weak and no longer ferocious. His clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, with blood staining the ground.

The two stood a dozen meters apart, gazing at each other. The hostility in their eyes had vanished, replaced by a hint of...admiration?

Ji Juechen slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and nodded slightly to Jian Youhan: "Your sword is very powerful."

Jian Youhan also straightened up with difficulty. Although his face was pale, his eyes gleamed with excitement: "Your sword intent is also very pure. This is the most exhilarating battle I have ever experienced."

Ji Juechen said nothing more, but sheathed his sword, turned and slowly left. Although his back was slightly unsteady, it exuded an air of aloofness and determination.

Jian Youhan watched Ji Juechen's departing figure, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth: "Ji Juechen... next time, I will definitely beat you."

The referee looked at the two players, unsure how to decide the game. Jian Youhan said, "Referee, this round is a draw."

After hearing this, the referee announced the result of a draw.

In this battle, both fought with all their might, ultimately resulting in a draw as both were severely injured. But it was precisely this battle that fostered a strange sense of mutual respect between these two soul masters who were obsessed with the way of the sword.

In the way of the sword, one is not afraid of a strong opponent, but only of having no opponent at all.

Although Ji Juechen was injured, he was extremely excited. In this competition, first there was Ye Jianchen, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Soul King, and now there was Jian Youhan, the Blood Dragon Sword Soul King. Both of them were rare opponents in the world of swordsmanship. Through the battles, they learned from each other and grew together. For him, he had already gained a lot from this competition.

In the second round of the battle, Dragon Soul Academy sent out Poison Dragon Blade Soul King Meng Xuanji. On the Di'ao Academy side, seeing that Meng Xuanji's martial soul was also of the poison attribute, Dugu Yuan took the initiative to challenge him to a contest of "poison".

If we say that Ji Juechen is obsessed with the way of the sword, we can call him a "sword fanatic".

So Dugu Yuan is insane when it comes to poisons. He uses all kinds of deadly poisons that ordinary people would avoid as tonics to strengthen himself. How can that not be insane? The word "poison maniac" is a perfect description of Dugu Yuan.

On the battlefield, two nauseatingly sweet and pungent odors intertwined wildly, turning the surrounding air into a deadly swamp.

On one side stood Dugu Yuan, his face pale and handsome, surrounded by a turquoise poisonous mist. This mist, refined by Dugu Yuan's Calamity Poison Body, had reached near-extreme levels of toxicity, making him appear like a walking source of deadly poison. On the other side, Meng Xuanji held a long, turquoise sword engraved with dragon patterns, emanating a sweet, pungent poisonous aura. A phantom of a turquoise dragon coiled and roared along the blade, his cold, vertical pupils fixed intently on Dugu Yuan.

"Dugu Yuan, your martial soul is the Calamity Poison Body. I've watched your matches before. As a fellow poison soul master, today I'll test your poison to see if it's as potent as my Azure Phosphorous Poison Dragon's Fury!" After Meng Xuanji finished speaking, the first soul ring on his blade suddenly lit up—Azure Phosphorous Poison Slash!

The Azure Phosphorous Poison Dragon Blade brought with it a foul gust of wind, its blade light containing a potent corrosive toxin, and slashed straight toward Dugu Yuan.

Dugu Yuan dared not be careless and quickly activated his first soul skill—Hand of Ten Thousand Poisons.

The green poisonous mist emanating from his body instantly condensed in his right hand, transforming into a huge, crystal-clear jade hand that firmly grasped the slashing blade.

"Sizzle—" A violent corrosive sound rang out, and Meng Xuanji felt an extremely domineering poison frantically corroding along the blade. Even his martial soul, the Azure Phosphorous Poison Dragon, let out a slightly painful hiss.

In terms of sheer toxicity, he was inferior to Dugu Yuan.