Douluo Continent: The Sword of Wine Sweeps Across the Sky, One Sword Opens the Heavens

"Drunken Sword"

"Martial Soul, Sword."

"Soul Power, Level 20".

Level 20 Great Soul Master.

Just enough to meet the minimum requirements for participating in a one-on-one Soul Battle.

Without asking any further questions, the staff quickly recorded the information in the register and then handed Xie Yunliu a black token.

"The title 'Battle Spirit' has been recorded: Drunken Sword."

"Please proceed to Arena Number One. Your opponent has been arranged and you may enter the arena immediately."

Xie Yunliu took the token and traced the words "Drunken Sword" on it with his fingertips.

He turned around and walked towards the inner arena of the Soul Fighting Arena.

As you walk through the long corridor, a cacophony of noise immediately hits you.

The stands were packed with people, and the cheers, shouts, and cheers were deafening.

In the center, a huge fighting arena stood there, its surface hard and covered with traces of battle.

Countless Soul Masters rose to fame here, while countless others perished here.

Here, only strength matters.

Xie Yunliu stood at the entrance on one side of the Soul Battle Arena.

He stood alone in a blue robe, a wine gourd swaying gently at his waist, and a sword hidden in the shadows of ink on his side.

The nine-year-old stood out remarkably calmly amidst the bustling crowd.

His eyes were calm, yet they concealed a sharp edge.

His first battle of souls is about to begin.

Three years of forbearance, one day the shackles are broken.

This sword strike will resound throughout the Heavenly Battle Arena.

Meanwhile, in the VIP section of the audience.

A young man dressed in the robes of a prince sat there, exuding a gentle and refined air, with a handsome face.

It was Qian Renxue, who was disguised as Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of Tiandou.

He had come to watch the Soul Battle and kill time, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xie Yunliu on one side of the Soul Battle Arena.

Then, he paused slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

This boy, who was about nine years old, had a soul power of only level 20, yet he possessed a calmness and sharpness beyond his years.

Like a sword hidden in wine, its sharpness is concealed by intoxication, restrained yet not weak.

Qian Renxue picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and kept her gaze fixed on Xie Yunliu.

"That's interesting..."

He muttered to himself, "It's rare to see a level 20 Great Soul Master with such an aura."

He decided to watch this battle of spirits closely.

Let's see what makes this young man named "Drunken Sword" so special.

At this moment, Xie Yunliu's opponent strode onto the fighting stage.

He was burly and had a fierce look on his face. His martial soul was a mountain-splitting axe, and his two spirit rings, one yellow and one yellow, lit up in turn.

Judging from the fluctuations in soul power, he is a level 26 Great Soul Master.

He looked down at Xie Yunliu with disdain in his eyes.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to participate in a one-on-one soul battle?"

"Quickly admit defeat, or I'll beat you up and you'll be crying for your mom!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Everyone thought that Xie Yunliu was bound to lose.

How could a nine-year-old level 20 Soul Master possibly defeat a level 26 Great Soul Master?

Xie Yunliu slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Ink Shadow Sword on the side of his clothes.

The calm faded from his eyes, and a sharp, piercing light fully emerged.

No unnecessary words.

His first battle, his first moment of fame.

This sword strike marks the official beginning.

.....

On the battle stage, a sudden gust of wind arose.

The dust stirred slightly, carrying a faint aura of killing intent.

Xie Yunliu stood on one side of the stage, his figure slender, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.

His nine-year-old face showed no sign of panic, and his eyes were sharp as swords.

Opposite him, a burly man gripped a mountain-splitting axe in both hands, his martial spirit fully manifested.

The axe was thick and heavy, with a cold metallic sheen.

Huang Huang's two spirit rings slowly rotated around his body, and his spirit power fluctuations were steady.

A level 26 Great Soul Master, six levels higher than Xie Yunliu.

"Little brat, know your place and admit defeat!"

The burly man grinned maliciously, his voice hoarse: "Otherwise, I'll break your legs with one swing of my axe, and don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Laughter erupted again from the audience.

"This kid looks only nine years old, with level 20 soul power, and he dares to challenge level 26?"

"They probably don't know the rules of the Soul Arena and think this is a game."

"He's probably a rogue Soul Master from the countryside, trying his luck to make a name for himself. He's going to suffer a big fall this time."

"That burly man is a veteran of the Soul Arena, he's won over a dozen matches, this kid is definitely going to lose!"

In the VIP section, Qian Renxue held a teacup, her gaze still fixed on Xie Yunliu.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, his curiosity growing stronger.

"Level 20 versus level 26, a difference of six levels. For an ordinary Soul Master, there is no chance of winning."

"But this boy showed no fear in his eyes, which was quite interesting."

His guard whispered, "Your Highness, should I have the match stopped? To prevent the young man from being seriously injured."

Qian Renxue waved her hand and said calmly, "No need. Let's see what he's really capable of."

On the battle stage, Xie Yunliu did not respond to the burly man's taunts.

He slowly drew the Dark Shadow Sword from the side of his clothes.

Clang!

A crisp sword cry pierced the noisy arena.

The jet-black blade gleamed faintly with an inky sheen under the light.

The blade was sharp, and the sword intent emanated subtly; though not intense, it was enough to make one's heart tremble.

"Oh? Your martial spirit is a sword?"

A hint of disdain flashed in the burly man's eyes: "You think this broken sword can contend with my mountain-splitting axe?"

"Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, the burly man moved his feet and charged towards Xie Yunliu.

Second Soul Skill Instantly Activated: Giant Axe Strike!

The yellow spirit ring lit up, and spirit power surged wildly into the mountain-splitting axe.

The axe swelled up, accompanied by a whistling sound, and slashed fiercely at Xie Yunliu with tremendous force.

This strike was enough to easily shatter rocks; even a level 30 Soul Master would find it difficult to withstand.

The laughter from the audience stopped instantly.

Everyone held their breath, watching this powerful and heavy blow.

Some people even closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Xie Yunliu being struck by the sword.

Xie Yunliu's eyes narrowed, and he moved lightly with his feet.

Her figure moved like a willow catkin in the wind, quickly dodging to the side.

The movement was incredibly fast, leaving a faint afterimage.

"Bang!"

The axe slammed down hard onto the fighting arena.

A violent impact rang out, the platform shook, and debris flew everywhere.

A deep axe mark was clearly visible on the tabletop.

The burly man missed his target and was slightly taken aback.

He hadn't expected Xie Yunliu to be so fast.

"You've got some skills!"

He snorted coldly and swung his axe again, sweeping it horizontally towards Xie Yunliu.

The axe wind was fierce, covering all of Xie Yunliu's escape routes.

Xie Yunliu remained calm and unhurried.

He held the sword in his left hand, and with a slight lift of his right, the Drunken Clouds Wine Pot at his waist tilted slightly.

A drop of pale golden wine fell onto the dark blade of the sword.

"Buzz!"

The Ink Shadow Sword trembled slightly, and its sword intent surged instantly.

The aroma of wine blended with the intent of swordsmanship, and a rich fragrance of wine, accompanied by sharp sword energy, spread out instantly.

"Drunken Sword First Form: Drunken Shadow Slash"

Xie Yunliu spoke softly, his voice not loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire Soul Arena.

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

The Ink Shadow Sword drew a streak of pitch-black light, moving at incredible speed.

The sword flashed and afterimages flickered, making it impossible to discern the true path of the sword.

The burly man's expression changed, and he quickly swung his axe to block.

"clang!!!"

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