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

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

Xie Yunliu spoke softly, and the Ink Shadow Sword drew out streaks of swirling sword light.

The sword light flowed like wine, flexible and unpredictable. It not only blocked the iron whip's attack but also retaliated against the middle-aged man along with the whip.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his iron whip, trying to dodge.

But the sword light was too fast and had already wrapped around his wrist.

"Sizzle!"

As the sword flashed, a deep wound appeared on the middle-aged man's wrist.

Black blood flowed out, accompanied by a faint poisonous mist.

He felt a numbness in his wrist, his soul power instantly became disordered, and the iron whip fell to the ground with a clang.

"you……"

The middle-aged man was terrified and tried to back away, but found that his legs would not obey him.

The effects of the alcohol, carried by the sword light, seeped into his body, suppressing his soul power and numbing his nerves.

Xie Yunliu stepped forward, his sword pointing at Xie Yunliu's chest.

You lost.

The middle-aged man trembled, and the cold look in Xie Yunliu's eyes was no longer as sinister and disdainful as before.

"I...I give up!"

Thunderous cheers erupted once again from the stands.

"We won! We won again!"

"A level 20 player beating a level 27 player is simply a miracle!"

"Drunken Sword! Drunken Sword! Drunken Sword!"

Shouts rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire arena.

In the VIP section, Qian Renxue looked at the young man on the Soul Battle Stage, her admiration growing even stronger.

"His spirit rings weren't displayed, yet he used two different skills. Could this not be spirit ring skills, but rather his own created spirit skills!?"

"If that's really the case, then this boy's talent is probably even more outstanding than the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, or even me..."

"We must find out his background. If he can be used by me, he will surely help me with great things."

On the battle stage, Xie Yunliu sheathed his Ink Shadow Sword and accepted the points token handed to him by the referee.

Two wins, 2 points.

He didn't linger; he turned and walked off the fighting arena.

At this moment, his name had already spread throughout the Heavenly Battle Arena.

A nine-year-old boy, a level 20 Great Soul Master, defeated opponents of level 26 and 27, despite being much stronger than him.

The name "Drunken Sword" first revealed its brilliance, shocking the Heavenly Battle Arena.

Xie Yunliu found a quiet place to sit down and silently circulated his soul power to digest the insights gained from the two battles.

He knew this was just the beginning.

In Heaven Dou City, and on the Douluo Continent, many more formidable enemies await him.

But he was fearless.

Sword in hand, wine at waist.

As long as he has a sword in hand, he fears no challenge.

Unbeknownst to him, Qian Renxue, sitting in the VIP section, had already developed a strong interest in him.

A wave of attention surrounding him has quietly begun.

His path of fighting spirit will become increasingly exciting and perilous.

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The Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, a separate courtyard exclusively for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The courtyard is elegant, with pavilions and towers arranged in a harmonious and orderly manner.

The land is filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, and is rich in spiritual energy, far surpassing ordinary places.

Ning Rongrong sat on the stone bench, her cheeks puffed out, still showing some resentment.

The maid beside her was carefully pouring tea for her.

Ever since Xie Yunliu ignored her on the main street, she had been feeling uneasy.

The boy in the old blue shirt with the wine jug was like a thorn stuck in her heart.

Despite his ordinary clothes, he possessed an unassailable arrogance.

Despite looking the same age as her, he was able to easily defeat a three-ring Soul Master guard.

"How's the investigation going?"

Ning Rongrong finally spoke, her tone carrying a hint of urgency and a subtle, almost imperceptible expectation.

She had sent Zhang, the guard, to investigate Xie Yunliu's identity, and more than an hour had passed since then.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang, the guard, strode into the courtyard, his expression respectful but also somewhat troubled.

"Miss Rongrong, your subordinates have already sent people to search every street and alley of Tiandou City, and have also questioned the city gate guards."

"But we couldn't find any information about the boy's identity; it was as if he appeared out of thin air."

Ning Rongrong frowned, her face showing displeasure: "How can we not find them? A living person can't just disappear, can they?"

"He was dressed so conspicuously, with an old wine jug hanging from his waist, hasn't anyone seen him before?"

"I've asked many people, but only a few passersby have seen him."

Guard Zhang quickly added cautiously, "Someone saw him go straight to the Heavenly Battle Arena after entering the city, and he never came out again."

"The Heavenly Battle Arena?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and the dissatisfaction on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by intense curiosity.

"What's he doing at the Soul Arena? Is he going to participate in the Soul Battles?"

In her opinion, Xie Yunliu was powerful, but he was too young and his soul power was only around level 20.

The Soul Arena is a mixed bag, full of real, hard-fought battles. It would be too dangerous for a child like him to go there.

"I also found out that the boy registered a Battle Spirit title in the Battle Spirit Arena, named 'Drunken Sword'."

Guard Zhang continued, his tone tinged with shock: "Moreover, he participated in two one-on-one soul battles right after entering the Soul Arena."

Two matches?

Ning Rongrong raised an eyebrow: "How did it go? Did he lose badly?"

She said that, but secretly she hoped Xie Yunliu would win.

Guard Zhang took a deep breath, his tone becoming increasingly solemn: "It's not that we lost, it's that we won."

"And, it was a victory against a much stronger opponent!"

"What?!"

Ning Rongrong jumped up from the stone bench, her face full of disbelief: "Winning against a level above him? How is that possible? He's only level 20, right?"

"Yes, Miss Rongrong."

Guard Zhang nodded and said, word by word, "His first opponent was a level 26 Great Soul Master with the Martial Soul Mountain-Splitting Axe, who had won more than a dozen matches in the Soul Arena."

"But he defeated his opponent with just one move, cleanly and decisively."

"In the second match, his opponent was a level 27 Great Soul Master with an Iron Whip Martial Soul that was also highly poisonous, but he still won easily without even being touched on the hem of his clothes."

Two consecutive wins? Or is it a game played against a higher-ranked opponent?

Ning Rongrong was completely stunned, her mouth slightly open, her eyes filled with shock.

She was born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and had seen countless geniuses.

This was the first time she had ever seen a genius who, at the age of nine and at level twenty, could defeat opponents at levels six and seven in succession.

Just now on the main street, she only knew that Xie Yunliu was powerful, but she didn't expect him to be this powerful.

A strong sense of interest surged into my heart instantly.

She was determined to see for herself just how strong this young man called "Drunken Swordsman" really was.

"No, I want to go to the Soul Arena!"

Ning Rongrong tugged at Zhang the Guard's sleeve, her voice urgent, "Quick, take me to the Heavenly Battle Arena! I want to see him compete with my own eyes!"

Guard Zhang quickly advised against it: "Miss Rongrong, the Soul Arena is too dangerous and the people there are too complicated. Given your noble status, it is not advisable for you to go."

"Furthermore, you still have classes to attend. If the dean finds out, I won't be able to explain myself."

"Watching his game is more important than attending class!"

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