Douluo V: Starting with daily check-ins, I'm trying to trick Xiao Wu into becoming my wife.

Inside the Great Soul Arena, the noise and bustle were deafening.

The host on stage raised his voice, and his passionate commentary resounded throughout the entire arena.

"Distinguished guests! Ladies and gentlemen! Today, a former dark horse is about to return to the track!"

"Do you all remember that ruthless man who swept through the battlefield three months ago, achieving a winning streak of over thirty matches and remaining undefeated to this day? That's right! It's none other than the killing god codenamed [Dragon Pride]! Three months later, he has once again stepped onto the Great Soul Arena!"

After the host finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the audience.

Three months have passed, and the audience has changed wave after wave. Only a few veteran viewers still remember the dark horse that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Many newcomers inquired among themselves and only then learned that there was once such a formidable figure.

The next second, the stands erupted in cheers and shouts.

"Hahaha, Long Aotian! This guy is the one who made me lose everything back then! Today, it's all thanks to him that I turned things around and made up for it!"

"He's really a dragon overlord! Sisters, trust me, go all in, he's amazing!!"

"It's him! The prodigy that so many sects and forces have been searching for for three months, never expecting him to appear here! Send word back immediately. Our families and sects absolutely cannot let such a genius escape!"

In the stands, some were enthusiastic supporters, while others scoffed. Many spectators who hadn't witnessed his skills firsthand completely disbelieved the praise from others.

"That's an outrageous claim. If he's really that strong, why did he disappear for three whole months? He probably won by using underhanded methods."

"To put it bluntly, he's just a coward who's been hiding for three months, and he actually dares to come back to fight?"

"I'm telling you this: if he gets another 30-game winning streak today, I'll eat shit in public!"

"I don't believe it either. Today's Soul Master level is not simple. Any one of them could easily crush him."

"I'm going all in on the other side. If he wins, I'll run naked through the Soul Arena!!"

A variety of comments reached Ao Yin's ears.

Beneath that striking golden mask, however, he paid no heed to these praises or criticisms.

Jinling is no ordinary place; it transforms into a dragon when the winds and clouds blow!

Tonight, no matter how powerful the local bully is, they will all be suppressed by this mighty dragon!

Ao Yin gave a cold snort, turned around and stepped into the contestants' preparation area, walking to the entrance of the arena.

The heavy metal gate slowly slid open to both sides.

Ao Yin walked calmly into the center of the Soul Arena, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Upon seeing Long Aotian enter the stage, the host paused briefly before loudly introducing him: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our dark horse contestant—Long Aotian, a level 42 Soul Master!"

"Next, let's welcome his opponent to the stage!"

The gate on the other side opened, and a tall figure stepped out, with an extremely heavy black iron sword slung across his back.

The host couldn't help but gasp.

"Long Aotian's opponent is Xiao Yan, a level 46, four-ring Soul Master!"

dong dong——

With each step the man took, the ground trembled slightly, which showed just how terrifyingly heavy the black iron sword on his back was.

"It's Xiao Yan, the Overlord Swordsman! He once set a record of fifty consecutive wins! Long Aotian's luck is really too bad this time!"

"Overlord Sword! They're the dark horse that's risen to prominence with a winning streak over the past three months!"

"Interesting. Long Aotian's first battle after returning is against the Tyrant Sword Xiao Yan. This man's fighting style is domineering and ruthless; most of his opponents are either killed or seriously injured. Long Aotian is likely to be defeated here!"

"The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword is incredibly powerful, almost unmatched among its peers. As a fellow Soul Master, Long Aotian is likely in grave danger today!"

"Overlord Sword! Overlord Sword! Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan!"

The shouts from the audience grew louder and louder, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

The host announced loudly: "Tonight's first one-on-one soul battle: Long Aotian versus Ba Jian Xiao Yan! The match officially begins!"

All eyes were on the two figures in the center of the arena.

Beneath the golden mask, Ao Yin paused for a moment upon hearing the name Tyrant Sword Xiao Yan, then fixed his gaze firmly on the Soul Master opposite him.

With his flamboyant red hair, the man effortlessly slung the massive black iron sword over his shoulder with one hand, the enormous weight of the blade creating a striking contrast between his size and his physique.

The greatsword still bore traces of dark red blood, remnants of the previous battle. His sharp, menacing aura perfectly matched his title; the name "Overlord Sword" was truly fitting.

"It does look quite imposing," Ao Yin thought to himself.

But this domineering attitude is only directed at others.

Xiao Yan, the Overlord Swordsman, slammed his heavy sword heavily onto the ground, the blade striking the stone slab and sending sparks flying. He slightly raised his chin, his face full of disdain, and looked down at Ao Yin.

"Kid, you're out of luck. Compared to me, Tyrant Sword Xiao Yan, your thirty-odd winning streak is nothing."

"If you don't want to suffer, break your own arm and admit defeat, and I might spare your life."

Three months ago, Xiao Yan was away training and not in the Great Soul Arena.

When he returned, the spotlight in the Soul Arena had been stolen by the suddenly emerging Long Aotian. He had long wanted to teach this junior who had stolen his limelight a lesson.

Unfortunately, after that battle, Long Aotian completely disappeared, leaving him with nowhere to vent his anger.

Now that the other party has reappeared, how could Xiao Yan let him go so easily?

Upon closer inspection, even through the mask, one could tell that the other person was only a teenager.

How could such a young kid achieve such terrifying results?

Xiao Yan was filled with disdain, thinking that the other party had only relied on a temporary secret technique to unleash his power, or that he was a pretty face deliberately promoted by the Soul Arena and bought with money.

Faced with Xiao Yan's full of mockery and provocation, Ao Yin remained unmoved, completely ignoring the other party's clamor. He turned to look at the referee beside him and spoke in a calm tone.

"Referee, can the game start now?"

The referee paused for a moment, then immediately announced loudly, "Spirit Battle, begin!"

A flash of fire appeared in Ao Yin's eyes, and the Ice and Fire Dragon Staff was instantly in his hand.

Both being weapon spirits, the staff is wrapped in both ice and fire power, exuding a majestic aura. Compared to Xiao Yan's dark and heavy Xuan Tie sword, its aura is no weaker.

"You call your broken sword a 'Dominator Sword'? Then my Dragon-Coiling Staff is your Dominator Sword's grandfather!"

Hearing these arrogant words, Xiao Yan was immediately filled with rage.

"Excellent! Very good! Truly living up to his name, extremely arrogant!"

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with ferocity, his entire body radiating a surge of malevolent energy. "But I will make you lose...utterly and completely!"

"So noisy!"

Beneath the golden mask, Ao Yin let out a cold shout.

"How dare this mere [Overlord Sword] spout such nonsense in front of me?"

Seemingly enraged by Ao Yin's disdain, Xiao Yan yanked the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword stuck in the crack of the arena's stone slab, veins bulging on his forehead, his anger almost bursting out of his head.

The tip of the heavy sword pointed at Ao Yin, who roared, "Overlord Sword Possession!"

A surge of soul power exploded from within his body, and four soul rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly swirling around.

Purple! Black! Black! Black!

"Genius is merely the threshold to my door!"

He poured all his immense soul power into the heavy sword in his hand.

Om-!

A layer of purplish-black ghostly flames rose and coiled along the blade, raging and pulsating, even distorting the air itself from the heat.

"First Soul Skill - Nine Netherworld Bird!"

"die!"

The stands erupted in cheers, and the host's shouts echoed throughout the venue.

"As expected of the Tyrant Sword Xiao Yan! He didn't hold back at all from the very beginning! He directly unleashed his signature Soul Skill, [Nine Netherworld Sparrow]! Countless powerful figures have perished under this strange fire Soul Skill!"

"Can Long Aotian, who also wields the power of a different kind of fire, withstand this devastating attack?"