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

Chapter 36 Sword and Wine Clash, Behold the Show—A Three-Foot Green Blade Slays a Mongrel Turkey
These days, business at the Imperial City Arena has been quite bleak.

To get to the root of the problem.

He was an outsider who swept through the entire Soul Arena.

The audience is certainly bloodthirsty and loves the visceral combat.

But as a native of Tiandou City, he still harbored a deep sense of regional sentiment.

How can anyone feel happy when the mighty imperial city is beaten so badly by an outsider that it can't even lift its head?
Until this day...

Inside the arena, the air was thick with the stench of blood.

A figure walked in, dressed in a simple white shirt, with an upright posture.

It was as if some invisible switch had been flipped.

Centered on the figure in white, the noisy and bustling battle arena gradually fell into an eerie silence.

When the iconic white shirt and faceless mask came into view.

The audience's eyes widened suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, another, even more frenzied wave of noise exploded.

"Sword...Sword Wine?! It's Sword Wine! He's finally here!"

"Great! Is Jianjiu going to accept that fat turkey's challenge?!"

"Where are those idiots who said Jianjiu was afraid of battle and ran away? Get your asses out here!"

"One sword! Just one sword! Sword Wine, like before, take him down with one sword!"

The frenzied shouts surged forth like a tidal wave.

Beneath the faceless mask, Li Zhexian's eyes were as cold as swords.

Ok.

Jianjiu is a cold and aloof swordsman.

Loneliness is what sets off the style of a master swordsman.

Ye Lingling followed closely behind Li Zhexian.

All I could hear was a deafening roar.

Her blue eyes flickered slightly.

This sight truly shocked her.

The Royal Fighting Team is quite famous in the Soul Arena, but compared to the Sword and Wine team in front of them, they are truly lackluster.

Looking at the tall and proud back of the young man in front of her, Ye Lingling blinked.

perhaps……

At this moment, the sword and wine are indifferent.

Is he the real Li Zhexian?

She seems to know him a little better now.

The two entered the VIP box one after the other.

The heavy doors closed, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Li Zhexian casually removed his mask, twirled it with his fingertips, then lazily leaned back on the sofa, picked up a plum from the table, and threw it into his mouth.

"Tsk, pretending to be an expert is more tiring than actually fighting."

"Hmm, the plums in this arena are really sweet."

Ye Lingling: “…”

Okay, she admits she's still a long way off.

Li Zhexian was a man whose personality was far too capricious.

With the reputation of Jianjiu, there are people specifically assigned to arrange the Soul Battle sessions.

The time is set for 8 p.m. tomorrow night.

It was still early when we left the Soul Arena.

Li Zhexian then felt like taking a leisurely stroll.

He turned around and looked at Ye Lingling, who was following closely behind him, and said helplessly:

"Hey, I'm going to eat, are you going to follow me?"

Ye Lingling gently twirled the sachet at her waist, the gold coins inside clinking.

"I have money, I'll treat you to a meal."

"I know the Ye family is rich."

Li Zhexian sighed and shook his head.

"Fine, come along if you want."

He wasn't worried about being exposed.

Sword Wine is very famous in the imperial city, but no one has ever seen his true face behind the mask.

Ye Lingling was covered by a black veil. Although her long blue hair was a bit eye-catching, strange hair colors were not uncommon in the Douluo Continent.

……

A cursory glance along the way.

Having been cooped up in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire for some time, Li Zhexian was in high spirits and strolled around from afternoon until dusk.

At last.

We stopped at a street noodle shop.

"A bowl of noodle soup, a side dish, and um, two cloves of garlic."

Ye Lingling:
"Just like him."

"Okay, wait a moment, both of you."

Soon, noodles, vegetables, and garlic were served. Li Zhexian rolled up his sleeves, slurped up the piping hot noodles, picked up a side dish, bit off half a clove of garlic, and exclaimed how satisfying it was.

Ye Lingling across from him tried to imitate him, but the spiciness of the garlic made her eyes well up with tears.

Li Zhexian shook his head and chuckled at the sight.

As dusk settled, the streets teemed with people.

On both sides of the alley, vendors lit their oil lamps one after another.

The uncle next door was fanning the grill, and the aroma of lamb skewers filled the air with smoke and fire; across the street, roasted chestnuts were sizzling in an iron pot, and the vendor's loud calls echoed through the air; and a little girl with a ponytail was tending a bamboo basket piled high with bright orange persimmon cakes.

The sounds and smells of the entire alley fermented into a thick, viscous human warmth under the dim light.

And at this time.

The wine stall opposite the noodle shop.

The storyteller in the green robe slammed the gavel down, drawing the attention of many.

Li Zhexian found it amusing and turned around to look at it while holding his bowl of noodles.

Ye Lingling also followed suit.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, listen to a good show unfolding in the Imperial City Arena—"

"The fiery phoenix's crimson hair stood on end, its boots grinding against Yu Feng's chest, a sickening cracking sound that made one's teeth ache! The arena floor tiles burst open with spiderweb-like cracks!"

He laughed wildly, looking up at the sky: "That's it? That's it? The imperial city is just like this?!"

"The audience was completely silent; even the casino dealer's hand, clutching the gold notes, froze in mid-air!"

"But that madman wasn't satisfied! With a flick of his boot, he kicked Yu Feng off the stage, sending blood spraying three zhang high! He pointed to the sky and roared: 'Tell that strongest swordsman to come out! I'll break his sword and spill his wine!'"

Say it.

The storyteller seemed to have anticipated this.

He quickly unfolded his folding fan to protect his face.

The spectators in the theater were furious, smashing whatever they could get their hands on and shouting insults.

"You bastard, are you even from Heaven Dou City?!"

"Shut up! I've disliked you for a long time, you'd better eat my shoe!"

"What evil fire phoenix! That's a fat turkey!"

"Let's see if Jianjiu will take action against him tomorrow!"

Li Zhexian turned to Ye Lingling and asked:
Is what the storyteller is telling true?

Ye Lingling thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

"Ah."

She didn't go to the arena that day and doesn't know the specifics.

But judging from how vividly the storyteller tells the tale, it must be... true, right?

"Okay, got it."

Li Zhexian's gaze then turned to the wine stall.

-

The storyteller put down his folding fan.

He revealed a clean face with a hint of smugness.

Hey! Look!

This is called professionalism!
He knew exactly when the onlookers would start criticizing him!
He bowed slightly to the people below, picked up the gavel stained with rotten egg liquid, and struck it again with a "smack".

"I'm not finished yet!"

"That evil fire phoenix may have some skill, but it's far from being able to challenge the swords and wine of our imperial city!"

"The banner bearing the words 'Sword and Wine' is still fluttering with sparks, hanging in our Imperial City's Arena!"

"With sword and wine still unmatched, who dares to say my imperial city is inadequate?!"

"Let's wait and see what tomorrow brings—"

Snapped!
The gavel slammed down!
"A three-foot-long sword slays a scruffy turkey!"

The audience in the spectator's throat bobbed, and for a long time, they remained completely silent.

Someone shouted "Bravo!" and the audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Copper coins rained down on the storyteller.

this time.

The storyteller stopped using his fan to block the view.

Instead, he smiled and picked up the bowl to receive it.

"Well said."

Li Zhexian picked up a gold coin between his fingers.

A light flick of the finger.

There was a flash of golden light.

The gold coin landed steadily on the storyteller's table, shining brightly among a pile of copper coins.

The storyteller looked up excitedly and around, but could not find the person who wanted the reward.

Only on that table in the noodle shop across the street—

One bowl of noodles was empty, while the other bowl was still mostly empty, steaming hot.

The person has vanished without a trace.

I'm updating at 3 PM today; I'll write the next chapter.
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