Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

Following Ji Juechen's movements, all the spectators turned around in unison to look at the opponent who had asked Ling Jianchi to fight. They were stunned for a moment, their eyes filled with amazement.

Ji Juechen became the top player in the open-air arena because of his formidable strength and his handsome face. But what came into everyone's view at this moment was a face with a completely different style and even more refined features than Ji Juechen's.

The young man stood there as if absorbing the radiance of the vast sun, his golden eyes sparkling, his long, golden hair flowing like light, holy, radiant, and warm—everyone subconsciously associated him with those absolutely positive words.

"Sister, if this handsome guy and Ji Juechen are both pursuing me, who should I say yes to?"

Time for daydreaming! The girl who had previously regarded Ji Juechen as her dream lover began to indulge in her fantasies.

Upon hearing this, the older sister silently thought to herself, "You should have woken up sooner!"

Those two incredibly handsome guys must be out of their minds to pursue a level two Soul Master like you!

Ling Bai hadn't expected Ji Juechen to pull this stunt in public, but upon reflection, when Ji Juechen's sword intent surged, the Seven Kill Sword Intent within his own body seemed to tremble for a moment, which was noticed by this perceptive sword fanatic. Thus, he suddenly changed his target and challenged Ji Juechen to a duel.

"Season, Absolute, Dust!"

Before Ling Bai could react, the seventh-level Soul Master on the open-air arena could no longer contain himself. His short hair stood on end like steel needles, and his head looked like a porcupine covered in barbs. He was clearly furious.

Even at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, the number one Soul Master Academy on the continent, a level seven Soul Master would be qualified to be a teacher. The organizers of the open-air arena spent a lot of money to invite him to the stage for a fight, but he was ignored by Ji Juechen on the spot.

The seventh-level Soul Master roared, his beard and hair standing on end, his anger rising. He couldn't bear the insult and unleashed a combat power far exceeding his usual strength.

He was a melee soul master, whose best attack method was close combat. The soul guide thruster on his back was activated, two thick smoke billowed out, a fierce wind suddenly rose, and a level seven greatsword burning with black flames slashed down at Ji Juechen.

Ji Juechen's sword strike remained simple.

Slash!

The next second, smoke filled the air, and the explosion caused by the clash of sword light and blade light was like a soul-guided cannonball being dropped, with a violent roar resounding throughout the entire arena.

As the dust settled, the Level 7 Soul Master hung his head helplessly, a Level 7 greatsword broken into three pieces at his feet, and an inconspicuous longsword held horizontally beside his neck. With the slightest movement, a fine head would roll to the ground.

The chill emanating from the sword was bone-deep. The seventh-level Soul Master shivered, swallowed hard, and stammered:

"Sword fanatic, you...you've won..."

Just now... I... I spoke a little loudly, please don't mind.

"Thank you for your concession."

Ji Juechen replied indifferently, not caring about the seventh-level soul master who had lost face and slunk off the stage. He bowed to Ling Bai again and said earnestly:

"Brother, the sword fanatic Ji Juechen requests a battle!"

The Soul Emperor's instant kill of a Level 7 Soul Master propelled Ji Juechen to the peak of popularity. A multitude of fervent gazes swept between Ling Bai and Ji Juechen. Some, eager for a spectacle, shouted for him to join the fight, which eventually escalated into a collective chant:

"Come on stage! Come on stage! Come on stage!"

Fight him! Fight him! Fight him!

The organizers of the open-air arena sent people over, expressing their willingness to offer 500,000 gold soul coins to invite Ling Bai and Ji Juechen to a match. They took the opportunity to open another betting game and make a fortune.

"I don't want to fight you right now."

Ling Bai's clear and elegant voice seemed to possess a special penetrating power, bypassing wave after wave of sound from the audience and shooting straight into Ji Juechen's ears.

Why?

Ji Juechen grew anxious.

As fellow sword practitioners, Ji Juechen could vaguely sense that Ling Bai possessed a sword intent overflowing with killing intent, which excited him greatly.

Despite the abundance of powerful individuals at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, there is actually no one who can surpass him in the field of mental combat techniques.

This included a group of level-nine soul masters, led by Jing Hongchen, the master of Mingde Hall. Therefore, Jing Hongchen valued him highly and left this oddball who knew nothing about soul tools in the Soul Master Holy Land of Douluo Continent.

"Ten rounds of battles must have taken their toll on you," Ling Bai said with a smile. "Once you're back to your peak, I'll fight you, just to test our sword intent."

"Just what I wanted!"

Ji Juechen agreed emphatically, then sat down cross-legged to meditate, preparing to unleash a powerful sword strike in peak condition.

A single sword strike that empties all the sword intent in one's heart!

The audience automatically made way for Ling Bai, who slowly walked onto the stage. Looking at Ji Juechen, who had his eyes closed and was making the most of every second to regulate his breathing, Ling Bai's mind quickly flashed through his thoughts.

Compared to Huo Yuhao, who had a string of cheat codes and various 100,000-year soul rings and soul bones, this sword fanatic was more like an ordinary person's counterattack. He had a level 3 innate soul power, an unremarkable martial soul, and after a lot of hard work, he finally killed a hundred-year-old soul beast to get his first soul ring. However, his soul skills were just like most soul masters, which were blank.

There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Ji Juechen is the one who should say that.

Despite a hellish start, he managed to comprehend sword intent on his own and became the chief disciple of the Soul Guidance Department in the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy, a place teeming with geniuses. Even without the pills refined by Huo Yuhao, he would inevitably become a titled Douluo in the future.

Ji Juechen is a genius.

Everyone likes a simple-minded genius who is also incredibly capable, and Ling Bai is no exception. He needs to have his own team, and Ji Juechen is the perfect candidate.

At this point in time, the Body Sect has not launched a sneak attack on Mingde Hall, Huo Yuhao and Jing Hongchen have not made a bet, and Huo Yuhao has not met Ji Juechen on the arena, so this is a perfect opportunity.

Time ticked by, the long wait was tedious and boring, and just when the audience was starting to doze off, Ji Juechen finally ended his meditation.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze seemed to have undergone a strange change. It lacked the sharpness of a swordsman and gained a calmness that he hadn't had before.

A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.

He became much more reserved.

After nearly an hour of meditation, Ji Juechen fully unleashed the potential of his body.

Ji Juechen will present his understanding of swordsmanship to Ling Bai without reservation, and they will start the battle in the purest way.

The contest is also about the purest things.

spirit.

will.

Understanding the Way of the Sword.

Ji Juechen took a deep breath and channeled his soul into the sword. This was his unique cultivation method. His own sword spirit had long since transformed into nothingness rather than a physical entity, perfectly merging into the longsword in his hand, forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron.

Man is sword, sword is man; man and sword are one, without distinction.

A terrifying, sharp aura was suddenly released as if it were about to tear the entire world apart. Wherever the invisible sword intent passed, streaks of dark light and shadow were drawn in the air. A gale swept in, making the clothes of the two people flutter loudly.

On Ling Bai's right hand, a dazzling golden light condensed into the Angelic Holy Sword. Compared to Ji Juechen's dark meteorite iron sword, the Angelic Holy Sword, as the divine weapon of two generations of angel gods, was undoubtedly much more magnificent.

The gleaming golden blade accentuated his handsome face, the Angelic Holy Sword and its wielder shining brightly together. Many women in the audience looked on with fascination, and some who were obsessed with good looks abandoned Ji Juechen and instead cheered for Ling Bai.

Ling Bai took a slight half step forward with his left foot, and the moment his foot landed, a muffled "thud" was heard.

Immediately afterwards, a killing intent originating from the Seven Kill Sword Technique erupted from his body. The Seven Kill Sword Intent was so powerful that it easily blocked Ji Juechen's sharp sword intent that had pressed close, and instantly reversed.

Ji Juechen's body trembled, but he was not intimidated by the Seven Kill Sword Intent. Instead, his eyes became even more determined. The six soul rings on his body shone brightly like rippling water, and his aura rose again. He forcefully resisted the Seven Kill Sword Intent, which was the condensation of the blood and sweat of countless generations of sword-dao soul masters of the Seven Kill Sword lineage.

Holding the sword with both hands, the tips pointing diagonally to the ground, Ji Juechen turned his upper body halfway to the side while keeping his feet in the same position, so that he was facing Ling Bai from the side.

The sword intent changed, from its previous unparalleled sharpness to a desire to devour its prey. Its powerful aura was compressed again, colliding head-on with the killing intent released by Ling Bai, causing ripples to spread through the air.

Ling Bai's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and a one-armed sword-wielding phantom appeared behind him. The phantom was tall and majestic with a solemn expression, and boundless killing intent spread out, easily penetrating the soul guide protective shield of the open-air arena. Everyone felt as if they were on an ancient battlefield where blood flowed like a river, and their breath was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Bang—"

The pressure suddenly increased dramatically, and it felt as if something had burst open in Ji Juechen's mind. The feeling of enlightenment was very strange, like a nimble butterfly that he wanted to reach out and grab, but no matter what he did, he was just a little short, and it always slipped through his fingers.

He understood that under the stimulation of the Seven Kill Sword Intent, he was about to break through the shackles. The cultivation difficulty of mental combat skills like sword intent far exceeded that of soul power. Without the guidance of his predecessors, any breakthrough would be hard-won if he relied solely on his own comprehension.

Turning halfway to the side, Ji Juechen faced Ling Bai at an angle. The excitement in his heart was indescribable. Only he, as the person involved, could truly feel how terrifying the Seven Kill Sword Intent was.

The fierce sword intent, raised to its limit, bombarded the Seven Kill Sword Intent like a raging storm crashing against an unyielding, unchanging rock, scattering and flying everywhere, unable to shake the opponent in the slightest.

Even though he experienced the huge gap between the two, it only fueled Ji Juechen's fighting spirit. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Ling Bai, and it was as if two lightning bolts flashed between them.

Using the ground as leverage, Ji Juechen transformed into a gliding beam of light. His speed was so fast that it could only be described as lightning-fast. Without the assistance of any soul tool, he had already reached the speed limit that a six-ring Soul Emperor could achieve.

This burst of power was unmatched even by agility-based Soul Masters of the same level.

With both hands gripping the sword, he slowly turned his body back and swept the long sword horizontally. This simple action was now performed by Ji Juechen with the weight of a thousand pounds. The entire movement was as if it were completed in a viscous liquid, yet there was no pause, and it was done in one go!

Loyal to the sword, obsessed with the sword, and devoted to the sword!

Ling Bai raised the Angelic Holy Sword, and the one-armed phantom behind him simultaneously raised the Seven Kill Sword in its hand. Thunder roared across the sky, and as the two longswords slowly fell, the void seemed to tear open like a curtain. A trench several meters deep appeared on the solid arena floor, and it continued to extend deeper and deeper as the sword blades fell!

Seven Killing Thunder Rise, One Sword Pierces the Sky!

"boom--"

The Angelic Holy Sword struck the blade of the Meteorite Iron Sword from outer space. The aftershocks of their clashing sword intents spread out like a ring. The ring whistled past, and the audience's vision blurred for a moment, as if they had jumped out of the frequency of this world.

"Click, click, click!"

A dense network of tiny cracks, like a spiderweb, slowly spread across the seemingly unremarkable but actually quite hard meteorite iron sword.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the meteorite iron sword in Ji Juechen's hand shattered into dust, which scattered in the wind.

"Oh, this..."

Ji Juechen blinked, bewildered.

The meteorite iron sword was originally just a strip of iron. After obtaining it, Ji Juechen continuously tempered the meteorite iron with his soul power for many years, and it eventually turned into a sword.

The Angelic Holy Sword destroyed the extraterrestrial meteorite sword with a single strike, leaving Ji Juechen stunned on the spot, and the onlookers also went completely mad.

Sword fanatic Ji Juechen, the king of the open-air arena for the past year, won all ten of his matches today, including a swift kill on a level seven Soul Master.

He challenged Ling Baifa, but the outcome was so tragic: the meteorite iron sword shattered into pieces, and he seemed to have turned into a grayish-white stone sculpture.

"Little sister, go and hug Jianchi, he looks like he's about to break..."

The older sister secretly nudged her younger sister beside her, thinking that her sister might be able to take advantage of the situation and win the heart of the handsome man.

The younger sister covered her face with tears streaming down her cheeks, looked away from Ji Juechen, and shook her head with unwavering determination:

"Sorry, my sword-obsessed ex-husband, I like my new husband who's even more handsome and better at fighting!"

"Tsk, you really moved on quickly..."

On the open-air arena, Ling Bai stepped forward, patted Ji Juechen on the shoulder, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I broke your sword. I'll replace it for you another day."

The Celestial Meteorite Sword and the Angelic Holy Sword are worlds apart. Ling Bai did not do it intentionally; it simply could not withstand the clash between the two great sword intents.

Ji Juechen came back to his senses and gently shook his head: "It's nothing. Actually, ever since I broke through to the Soul Emperor realm, the Heavenly Meteorite Sword has started to fall behind my cultivation level. I've been thinking about changing my sword for a while now."

But this meteorite iron sword has been with me for many years. I'm used to holding it, and it's hard to part with it. Today, I feel I have to break with the old to start anew.

If people at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy who knew Ji Juechen knew this, they would probably be shocked. The usually concise sword fanatic actually said a whole string of words!

Having said that, Ji Juechen took two steps back and bowed deeply to Ling Bai:

"Brother, your sword intent is very strong; it is the most powerful combat technique I have ever seen in my life."

However, this chilling sword intent does not belong to you or your sword filled with light; it belongs to the swordsman who created it.

"I have learned a great deal from you today, Ji Juechen. I hope that one day you will be able to create your own sword intent and defeat me."

(End of this chapter)