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

"clang!!!"

The crisp, metallic clanging sound was deafening.

A powerful force flowed through the axe into the burly man's body.

He felt a numbness in his arm, his hand split open, and the axe nearly slipped from his grasp.

"What?!"

The burly man looked on incredulously.

How could a level 20 Soul Master possess such immense power?

The speed and power of this sword strike are simply beyond the capabilities of an ordinary level 20 Soul Master!

Before he could react, Xie Yunliu's figure had already appeared behind him.

With a gentle flick of the Ink Shadow Sword, the blade grazed his neck.

A cool sensation instantly spread throughout the burly man's body.

"You... lost."

Xie Yunliu's voice came from behind, calm and undisturbed.

The burly man froze, then slowly turned around.

Looking at the Ink Shadow Sword in Xie Yunliu's hand, there was still a trace of his blood on the blade.

The fierce look on his face was instantly replaced by fear.

Just a moment ago, he truly felt the breath of death.

If Xie Yunliu had exerted just a little more force, his neck would have been severed.

"I...I give up!"

The burly man quickly dropped his axe, covered his head with his hands, and cried out in fear, "I surrender! I shouldn't have underestimated you! Please, spare me!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide as they stared at the young man on the fighting stage.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, then thunderous cheers and shouts erupted from the stands.

"He won! This kid actually won!"

"My God! A level 20 player beat a level 26 player! What kind of monster is this?"

"That move was too fast, I didn't even see it!"

"Drunken Sword! I'll remember that name!"

"Nine years old, level 20, and able to defeat a level 26 Soul Master—this is absolutely genius!"

In the VIP section, a glint of light flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes as she put down her teacup.

"Interesting, very interesting."

He smiled slightly, his tone tinged with admiration: "With level 20 soul power, yet able to defeat a level 6 opponent by relying on sword skills and the special amplification from alcohol, this young man's talent is anything but simple."

His guards were also shocked: "Your Highness, this young man's sword intent is very special. It can even be combined with the alcohol. I have never seen such a soul skill before."

"Um."

Qian Renxue nodded, her gaze fixed on Xie Yunliu: "Investigate, find out everything about this boy called 'Drunken Sword,' including his origins, martial spirit, and background."

"Yes, Your Highness."

On the Soul Battle Stage, Xie Yunliu slowly sheathed his sword.

The sword was sheathed without any unnecessary movement.

He looked at the burly man who was slumped on the ground, his eyes still calm, without the slightest hint of smugness.

For him, this victory was simply expected.

With the resonance of his twin martial souls and the fusion of sword and wine, he was confident he could fight even if there was a ten-level difference, let alone a six-level difference.

At this moment, a referee walked onto the stage, holding a token in his hand, and handed it to Xie Yunliu.

"Congratulations, Drunken Sword, you have won this Soul Battle and earned 1 point."

The referee looked at Xie Yunliu with admiration: "To be able to win against a team of such a young age, his future is limitless."

Xie Yunliu accepted the token, nodded slightly, and remained silent.

He turned around and walked towards the exit of the Soul Arena.

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

His back was straight and steady, showing no sign of being blinded by the victory he had just won.

As he stepped off the arena, a waiter approached, his attitude even more respectful: "Mr. Drunken Sword, you are truly amazing! Would you like to continue participating in the battle, or perhaps take a short rest?"

Xie Yunliu pondered for a moment.

He now needs more battles to hone his swordsmanship and familiarize himself with the power of combining sword and wine.

Moreover, the points earned in the Soul Arena can be exchanged for Soul Tools and Soul Ring resources, which are very necessary for him.

"continue."

He said calmly, "Arrange the next event as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment, I'll arrange it for you right away!"

The waiter quickly agreed and turned to make the arrangements.

Xie Yunliu found a quiet corner to sit down.

He raised his hand, opened the Drunken Flowing Clouds wine gourd at his waist, and took a sip of the pale golden liquid.

A warm feeling instantly spread throughout his body, and the slightly disordered soul power within him quickly stabilized.

Although he won the battle easily, he also noticed some shortcomings.

While the speed of the Drunken Shadow Slash is fast, there is still room for improvement in its power.

The tacit understanding between sword and wine still needs further refinement.

Before long, a waiter rushed over: "Mr. Drunken Sword, the next Soul Battle has been arranged. Your opponent is a level 27 Great Soul Master whose Martial Soul is an Iron Whip. He has won 15 matches in the Soul Battle Arena and is quite strong."

Xie Yunliu nodded, stood up, and walked towards another Soul Battle Arena.

Along the way, many Soul Masters recognized him and cast admiring and curious glances at him.

"Look, that's the kid who just won against a much stronger opponent, his name is Drunken Sword!"

"A level 20 player beat a level 26 player! That's amazing! I wonder if they can win again in the next match?"

"My opponent is level 27, seven levels higher than me, making it much more difficult. I might lose."

"I bet he'll win! This kid is an absolute monster!"

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Xie Yunliu steadily walked onto the Soul Battle Platform.

His opponent was a tall, thin middle-aged man who held a black iron whip in his hand and had a sinister look in his eyes.

The middle-aged man had only two spirit rings, yellow and yellow, and was a level 27 Great Spirit Master, seven levels higher than Xie Yunliu.

"I never expected it to be just a little kid."

The middle-aged man chuckled sinisterly, his tone full of disdain: "You think you're so great just because you won one game? Today, I'll show you what a difference there really is!"

Xie Yunliu did not respond, and slowly drew his Ink Shadow Sword.

The sword intent emanated once more, this time even more refined than before.

The effects of the alcohol enveloped him, merging with his sword intent, making his aura even more powerful than before.

At the referee's signal, the battle began.

The middle-aged man made the first move, activating his first soul skill: Iron Whip Entanglement!

The yellow ring lit up, and the iron whip, like a nimble venomous snake, coiled towards Xie Yunliu at incredible speed, sealing off all his escape routes.

Xie Yunliu's eyes turned cold, and he moved his feet to quickly dodge.

At the same time, with a swing of the Ink Shadow Sword, a jet-black sword aura slashed towards the iron whip.

"clang!"

The sword energy struck the iron whip, producing a crisp clanging sound.

The iron whip trembled slightly, interrupting its coiling motion.

The middle-aged man's expression changed; he hadn't expected Xie Yunliu's sword energy to be so sharp.

He dared not be careless and activated his second soul skill, Poison Whip Strike!

The yellow ring lit up, and a faint layer of black poisonous mist rose from the iron whip, which lashed fiercely at Xie Yunliu.

This whip is not only incredibly powerful, but also highly poisonous. Once struck, it will disrupt one's soul power and leave one feeling weak all over.

Xie Yunliu's expression turned serious.

He could feel that the power of this whip was much stronger than the attack from the burly man in the previous fight.

Moreover, the poisonous fog carried an eerie aura, so we must not be careless.

He raised his hand and took another sip of the Drunken Flowing Clouds wine.

The effects of the alcohol surged instantly, merging into the sword intent.

"Drunken Sword Second Form: Entangling Sword with Wine".

.....