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

Chapter 174 Oscar is recruited, Qian Renxue braves the Angel God's test

"Oscar..."

Li Bai's fur cloak gleamed black against the snow.

Fur-lined stand-up collar.

Scattered with unmelted snowflakes.

Like a lone wolf with frost in its eyes.

Oscar shrank back, a strange sense of dread creeping into his heart.

"Everyone come here!"

"Recite the age, martial spirit, and soul power level again, so the captains can choose!"

Amidst the boisterous shouts, the newlyweds surged forward, and Oscar hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.

Li Zhexian stood with his arms crossed.

Five burly men stood behind him like iron towers.

The stench of blood mixed with the oppressive power of soul force caused the snow curtain to freeze slightly.

"Boss, this batch of new recruits isn't very good."

A burly man with a scar grinned and said:

"How did a little brat manage to sneak in?"

Li Zhexian's gaze swept over.

The burly man's heart tightened.

Another man kicked him in the buttocks.

"Bullshit! What brat! Our boss is even younger than him! Are you looking down on the boss?!"

The scarred man, who had misspoke, hurriedly tried to explain himself.

"No! How could I dare!"

Li Zhexian withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

The laws of the mercenary world are naked and sharp—might makes right.

at this time.

Several team leaders have already selected members from the crowd to strengthen their teams.

One by one, the newlyweds were chosen, leaving Oscar standing alone in the end.

He gripped the knife at his waist and shouted anxiously:
"Dear brothers!"

"There's me too!"

"You've left me behind!"

The team leaders seemed not to have heard.

Only one bald, burly man leisurely wiped his felt hat and sneered:
"Kid, don't think you're not a virgin just because you have a beard."

"Smelling like milk curds, what are you, a food-type Soul Master, doing getting involved? Go home and play with your birds!"

Oscar's face turned from white to red.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to argue.

But the moment he met the fierce aura in the bald man's eyes, his face turned deathly pale.

Different!
What a difference!

Compared to these mercenaries who had risked their lives and were skilled in combat, the Soul Masters who came from academies were far less imposing!

Even the so-called desperados in the Soul Arena can't compare to these mercenaries!

The gentle, academic upbringing is as fragile as a sheet of paper in this mercenary group that lives on the edge of a knife!

Oscar turned away with his head down, snowflakes hitting his face and stinging.

"Oscars".

at this time.

A cold voice pierced through the wind and snow.

Oscar quickly looked in the direction of the voice—it was "Team Leader Ji".

The young man in the black fur coat stood in the snow, his brows sharp as knives, while the five burly men behind him remained silent in fear.

"Silent...Silent Team..."

His voice was strained.

"come over."

Li Zhexian said calmly.

This statement came out.

The other captains stopped and looked at the young man in the fur cloak with surprise and uncertainty.

however.

Not a single one of these usually rough and unrestrained men uttered a word of mockery.

The leader of the Snow Bear Mercenary Group is a level 71 Soul Saint.

The two deputy leaders are Soul Emperors of level 60 or above.

Before this.

All six captains were Soul Kings.

Until this young man named Li Ji joined the Snow Bear Mercenary Group.

During a hunting dispute, a captain picked a fight with him, and he knocked the captain to his knees with just ten punches.

since then.

The Snow Bear Mercenary Group gained another member, "Team Leader Ji".

"Me... me?"

Oscar couldn't believe it, and his face flushed again.

He doesn't understand.

This captain doesn't look like he's anything but ordinary.

Why was I chosen?

"Hey, you motherfucker, this dawdling is driving me crazy!"

The burly man beside Li Zhexian cursed:

"Hey Oscar, Captain Ji called your name, get over here right now!" "Okay!"

Oscar jumped in surprise and quickly ran over.

Li Zhexian glanced at Oscar, who had followed him, and without saying a word, turned and walked towards the tavern.

His reason for accepting the Oscar was simple: he valued the man's talent.

A food-type soul master with innate full soul power, even among the Shrek Seven Devils, his talent is second only to Tang San.

In terms of character, he is a rare normal person among the Seven Freaks.

The taverns in the town of Rinblade are always bustling.

But the noise subsided the moment the young man in the black fur coat stepped in.

Awe-inspiring gazes followed him closely, and Oscar even held his breath.

They sat down by the window.

Oscar huddled awkwardly in the corner.

"Silent...Silent Team..."

He tentatively began to speak.

"Would you like me to explain your martial soul and soul skills?"

Li Zhexian picked up his wine cup and took a sip.

"heard it."

"Ok."

Seeing that Li Zhexian's cup was empty.

Oscar reacted quickly, grabbing the wine jug before a burly man could reach it.

"Hey, you kid..."

The burly man immediately glared at him angrily.

Oscar pretended not to hear, knowing perfectly well who his future boss would be.

He first respectfully filled the cup for Li Zhexian.

Pour yourself another glass.

"Captain Ji! Thank you for choosing me!"

I will never let you down!

Say it.

Oscar tilted his head back and downed the glass of strong liquor in one gulp.

I've been in the North for a while now.

Oscar still couldn't get used to the taste of strong liquor.

"Cough! Cough!"

The spiciness hits your throat.

He immediately turned red in the face and coughed incessantly.

Upon seeing this, the burly men burst into laughter.

"What a mess!"

"With such a low alcohol tolerance, you're offering me a cup of chicken wine!"

"None of the soldiers under Captain Ji's command have a low alcohol tolerance!"

……

Li Zhexian calmly finished his drink, his gaze fixed on Oscar, who was still coughing, his voice utterly emotionless:
"Don't hold anyone back when you're on a mission."

"You are a support-type Soul Master, so I will have someone protect you, but you also have to live up to expectations."

The coldness beneath that calm tone sent a chill down Oscar's spine.

He quickly suppressed a cough and nodded emphatically:

"Understood, Captain Ji!"

After three cups of wine...

Perhaps it was because we gradually became familiar with each other, or perhaps it was because of the effects of alcohol.

Oscar grew bolder and finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind:
"Captain Ji... how old are you?"

"Anyway, I'm not older than you."

A burly man with a scarred face grinned.

"But our boss has killed more soul beasts than you've eaten!"

Oscar stole a glance at the young yet aloof face opposite him, secretly marveling at it.

"He's become the captain of a major mercenary group at such a young age?"

"Could such a genius be hidden in this harsh, northern land?"

The word "genius" comes to mind.

The image of the white-robed youth who stirred up the winds and clouds across the continent involuntarily surfaced in his mind, and a complex and unfathomable emotion flashed across his eyes.

"But in front of that person..."

Oscar sighed inwardly.

"Who would dare call themselves a genius now..."

……

The top of the sacred mountain.

Deep in the sea of ​​clouds.

The Temple of Angels stands majestically.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps of light, like a bridge to heaven.

It extends to the center of the angel statue's forehead.

Middle section of the stairs.

A stunningly beautiful figure is struggling to make her way through the journey.

She swayed precariously, yet with unparalleled determination, she climbed step by step toward that highest, radiant summit.

(End of this chapter)