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Porcupinefish and Snake Lance withdrew their gazes.
They began to tell Xue Qinghe about the main business.
"Young Lord, the new students of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy this year are very formidable."
"Yu Tianheng, who possesses the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit from the past two batches, has become the captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team."
"He has led six team members to achieve a record of twenty consecutive victories in the Imperial City Great Spirit Arena."
"If you wish to control the Heaven Dou Empire in the future, it would be best to maintain good relations with these Geniuses."
Xue Qinghe nodded with a cold expression, remaining silent for a long while, then said:
"Inform the Academy Board of Education Members."
"I have someone who needs to go to the Royal Academy."
Porcupinefish and Snake Lance exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of helplessness in the other's eyes.
Is the Young Lord truly so concerned about that young man named Li Dixian?
He has refused you time and again, yet you still eagerly pursue him.
Of course.
Such words could not be spoken aloud.
The two responded:
"Yes."
The moonlight spread across the ground like salt.
Li Dixian stood in the center of the courtyard, his Azure Lotus Sword tracing out streaks of sharp Sword Qi.
His sword speed was too fast!
And too sharp!
The three-finger-wide, three-foot-six-inch-long sword was wielded by Li Dixian so densely that not even a breath of wind could pass through.
The old locust tree in the courtyard, disturbed by the Sword Qi, shed its leaves rustlingly.
Swish—!
Swish—!
Streaks of chilling Sword Qi flickered in the courtyard.
Every sword strike was precise and accurate, piercing through the falling leaves.
When Li Dixian stood still.
His Azure Lotus Sword was already impaled with fallen leaves.
Not a single one of the countless leaves that had been flying earlier had fallen to the ground.
If this scene were witnessed by outsiders, they would surely be terrified.
But Li Dixian was not satisfied.
He gazed at the Azure Lotus Sword, starlight flowing on its blade, reflecting his slightly furrowed brow.
"No, no…"
"Although my sword is getting sharper and sharper, it seems to be missing something…"
Just as Li Dixian was frowning in thought.
"Meow—!"
Outside the courtyard.
A sudden, mournful wail rang out.
Li Dixian instinctively looked over, and then he saw two civet cats, one chasing, one fleeing, leap onto the wall.
The fleeing civet cat suddenly turned, baring its teeth, arching its back, and leaping up, its front claws striking out.
"Meow—!"
The neck of the civet cat that had the upper hand immediately bloomed with blood beads.
Seeing this scene.
Li Dixian's gaze solidified.
In his mind, a flash of inspiration struck.
He knew what his sword was missing.
Based on his current knowledge.
He knew the first three Realms of the sword: the lower sword slays men, the middle sword slays oneself, and the upper sword slays the night.
Creating "Shaking Light Sword" allowed him to steal a wisp of starlight, touching upon the third Realm of the sword.
But he had forgotten the fundamental truth.
—The sword is a weapon of ferocity!
Li Dixian murmured:
"Perhaps…"
"I should engage in more blood-soaked actual combat."
The next morning.
Li Dixian arrived before a magnificent building located in the southeast corner of the Imperial City.
This building greatly resembled the Roman Colosseum from Li Dixian's previous life; its oval outer wall was constructed from massive yellow stones, its surface covered with cracks from wind and rain erosion, as well as impact marks stained with blood.
Dozens of archways, each several zhang high, lined the four-story outer wall like the ribs of a giant beast.
"Is this the Great Spirit Arena of the Imperial City…?"
Li Dixian stepped into the Great Spirit Arena.
In an instant.
A tide of clamor surged forth.
Dust swirled in the murky air, mixed with the smell of blood and sweat.
The deafening roars from all directions, the shouts of the contestants, the cheers of the audience, the explosions of clashing Spirit Abilities, all mingled together.
Li Dixian looked out, his vision filled with chaos.
The blood-stained arena was in the center, Spirit Masters on it fighting until they were covered in blood.
People in the stands waved their arms, their faces contorted, screaming hysterically.
Li Dixian slowly exhaled.
In his dark eyes, excitement gradually welled up.
He squeezed his way to the registration desk.
"I want to register for a Soul Arena match."
The registration process went smoothly.
Li Dixian gave himself the alias "Jian Jiu."
An iron Soul Arena badge was pinned to his chest, representing his Rank.
In the Great Spirit Arena, victory and defeat were tied to points, and points could raise the badge's Rank.
The badge Ranks, from lowest to highest, were: Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Purple Gold.
The higher the Rank, the stronger the opponents, and the greater the rewards.
Li Dixian chose a faceless mask without features, put it on, and headed straight to the gambling den.
He laid out all his possessions—three gold coins—in a line on the gambling table.
"Bet on 'Jian Jiu' to win the 8 PM and 9 PM matches."
After doing all this.
Li Dixian left the Great Spirit Arena.
It was still early.
He had an appointment with Xue Qinghe for barbecue, so coming back in the evening wouldn't be too late.
Time flew by, and it was evening.
Great Spirit Arena contestant backstage.
Li Dixian stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, coldly watching contestants, either with scratched faces or injured bodies, walk back and forth.
He also saw several figures huddled in a corner, wrapped up like zongzi, with dark red blood seeping through the coarse cloth.
Everyone said that Spirit Masters held high status.
But in the Great Spirit Arena, Spirit Masters were not much better than beasts.
Blood and cruelty were the dominant themes here.
Soon.
It was eight o'clock.
Li Dixian had no fame, and as the announcer called his name, he slowly walked onto the stage, not receiving much applause.
But his opponent was different.
The announcer, straining his voice, excitedly shouted:
"Next, let us welcome with the most enthusiastic applause… Li Lang!"
Immediately, a thunderous cheer erupted from below the stage.
"Li Lang has already won four consecutive victories in one-on-one Soul Arena matches!"
"If he can defeat today's opponent—Jian Jiu—then he will achieve five consecutive victories, and his badge Rank will be promoted to Bronze!"
Li Dixian watched his opponent ascend the stage with a calm gaze.
This was a burly man with a bare torso, his face, covered in coarse flesh, embroidered with a blood wolf pattern, adding to his cruel demeanor.
Noticing the faceless man opposite him scrutinizing him.
He grinned, revealing his crimson gums, and made a gesture of slitting his throat.
Li Lang's provocative action.
Stirred up the emotions of the audience.
They screamed hysterically at the stage.
"Li Lang! Crush the opponent for me!"
"I bet one gold coin on Li Lang, damn it, Li Lang must win for me!"
"This Jian Jiu is clearly a rookie; I bet all my savings and borrowed three gold coins, Li Lang will definitely win!"
"Li Lang, tear Jian Jiu apart for me!"
Amidst such an intense atmosphere.
The announcer immediately declared loudly.
"This Soul Arena match begins!"
The announcer quickly left the arena.
Amidst the ever-louder roars of the audience.
Li Lang's spirit power surged throughout his body, his already burly physique thickening by three circles, his arms covered in grayish-green fur, his fangs protruding from his ferocious face, and his eyes faintly glowing with a crimson light.
Two spirit rings, one white and one yellow, appeared beneath his feet, and he roared as he charged towards Li Dixian.
Li Dixian stood still, making no move for a long time.
He looked as if he had been scared stiff.
The audience seemed to have already anticipated the scene of blood and internal organs splattering everywhere, and they shouted even more frantically.
However, just as Li Lang pounced to within one meter of Li Dixian.
A flash of Sword Qi suddenly streaked past.
At that instant, it seemed as if the dim oil lamps in the Great Spirit Arena had dimmed by three points.
Li Lang stopped in his tracks, his pupils constricted to pinpricks.
At his neck.
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