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Chapter 1

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Douluo Continent!

Heaven Dou City, in an ordinary courtyard.

An unknown young man was practicing his sword-drawing technique as if he was intoxicated.

The Sword Drawing Technique was a form of art, a form of visual enjoyment, and an incomparable burst of power!

The speed, strength, beauty, and accuracy of this Sword Drawing Technique could not be the slightest bit off. The goal was to achieve a one-hit kill. Only then would it be considered a successful Sword Drawing Technique!

In the center of the courtyard, Fang Xuan's black hair was loose and his eyes were sharp. His right hand was on the hilt of the Sword Drawing Technique. The slender and sharp blade rubbed against the scabbard as he suddenly pulled it out and tore through the air like a shooting star.

"Whoosh!"

The clear sound of the Sword Drawing Technique rang out, and the three meter tall rock in front of him was neatly cut into two.

[Good! Successful Sword Drawing Technique!]

[Reward: Soul Power * 1]

Hearing the notification that signified the success of the Sword Drawing Technique, Fang Xuan could not help but reveal a satisfied smile. He finally heaved a sigh of relief.

After cultivating for an entire morning, he finally succeeded in drawing the Sword Drawing Technique.

Feeling the increase in soul power in his body, he felt that the morning's effort was worth it.

Fang Xuan was a transmigrator. As for what he did in his previous life and what kind of life experience he had, it was completely unimportant!

About a year ago, he came to the boundless Douluo Continent. The difference was that the person he possessed had an extremely poor physique. He was born without a martial soul and was unable to cultivate soul power.

In a dangerous fantasy world like the Douluo Continent, martial souls were the strongest weapons people relied on to survive and fight!

Without a martial soul, even living was difficult!

However, as a transmigrator's public benefit, one day, he activated a magical Sword Drawing Technique.

With the help of the Sword Drawing Technique, although he did not have a martial soul, he could cultivate soul power.

Fang Xuan's Sword Drawing Technique did not require the number of Sword Draws, but rather the quality of the Sword Drawing Technique!

There were strict requirements for the Sword Drawing Technique. It had to be perfect in terms of speed, strength, beauty, and accuracy. It was all about killing the enemy in one strike!

If he could not finish off the opponent in one strike, he would rather continue to endure and constantly look for an opportunity to kill.

Although Fang Xuan did not have a martial soul, he lacked a lot of advantages.

But now, this Sword … was his one and only martial soul!

However …

Looking at the three dents on the blade, Fang Xuan shook his head helplessly. Another blade had been destroyed.

Ordinary iron sabers were unable to withstand the explosive power of the Drawing Technique and would completely collapse in a few days. Over the past few days, as his Drawing Technique improved, he had destroyed countless sabers …

Right now, he was in dire need of a good saber!

After resting for a while, Fang Xuan switched to an ordinary iron saber and continued to practice drawing the saber.

He did not seem to be in a good state today. After cultivating for half a day, he had only succeeded in drawing that saber. His soul power had only increased by a little. No matter how hard he tried to draw the saber, he was unable to successfully draw it again.

The next moment, Fang Xuan calmed his mind and began to check his current attributes.

[Strongest Sword Hero System]

[Host: Fang Xuan]

Level: LV10

[Title: Soul Scholar]

Soul Power: 99/100

[Proficiency: Basic Sword-Drawing (88/100)]

Just a little more soul power and he would be able to break through to the Soul Master level.

Fang Xuan was somewhat helpless. It seemed that because he was about to level up, he was somewhat impatient and could not wait to advance to the Soul Master level. However, he had failed to draw the saber again and again.

He was unable to increase his soul power through normal cultivation. Currently, there was only one way to increase his soul power — drawing the saber!

With every successful draw, he would obtain a little soul power.

However, to successfully draw the saber was much more difficult than he had imagined.

The system's requirements for the Drawing Technique were extremely strict. If there was even the slightest flaw, it would be judged as a failure and he would not be able to obtain the soul power reward.

"Looks like I won't succeed even if I continue to work hard …"

Fang Xuan sighed. His eyes gradually sharpened. He decided to go to the Soul Beast Forest to train and find an opportunity to break through.

Only in a life and death crisis could a human's potential be stimulated!

… …

Great Star Dou Forest!

This was a vast and boundless primeval forest that spanned across the two empires of Heaven Dou Star and Luo Star. Miasma pervaded the air, swamps crisscrossed, and poisonous insects and ferocious beasts were everywhere. The closer one was to the center, the more tyrannical the soul beasts were!

It was rumored that there were even terrifying existences that were infinitely close to gods hidden in the forest.

A vigorous figure quickly shuttled through the forest, rushing and leaping, causing rustling sounds to be heard.

Black hair draped over his shoulders, a well-proportioned body, and a chiseled face. This was a handsome youth of fifteen or sixteen years old. His pitch-black eyes were as sharp as an eagle's!

Fang Xuan landed steadily on an ancient tree. His deep eyes swept across the depths of the forest. From the swaying shadows of the trees in the distance, he could vaguely see several black figures flitting past.

His eyes focused and he hesitated for a moment. Soon after, the soles of his feet tapped lightly on the branches. His body shot out like a sharp arrow and quickly ran forward.

After ten breaths, the scene in front of him gradually appeared.

He saw a young girl being chased by a Nether Wolf.

This young girl was extremely beautiful. She had a black waterfall of hair, a graceful figure, and a snow-white dress. She was like a fairy that had wandered into the mortal world and was devastatingly beautiful!

But now, this beautiful young girl was in a very sorry state. Her delicate face was covered in dust, and even her white dress had many holes. Her ivory white skin was exposed to the air and emitted boundless charm.

No one would be able to resist the temptation of such a peerless beauty. But it was a pity that she was facing a Nether Wolf that didn't know how to flirt!

Furthermore, this Nether Wolf's body was abnormally large, and its appearance was somewhat terrifying …

"A hundred year soul beast!"

When Fang Xuan saw the Nether Wolf that was as strong as an adult cow, shock appeared on his calm face for the first time.

A hundred year Nether Wolf was equivalent to a Soul Grandmaster!

He didn't expect to encounter a soul beast of this level just as he ventured in.

His expression was grave as he patiently lurked to the side and quietly observed the battle in front of him, looking for the best opportunity to make a move.

The battle was one-sided. Although this young girl was a young Soul Grandmaster with an extraordinary cultivation, she didn't have any ability to resist a hundred year Nether Wolf.

"Roar!"

The Nether Wolf roared and ruthlessly tore with its iron claws, forcibly sending the young girl flying. She flew for seven meters before heavily crashing into a rock, causing it to crack.

Dark red blood flowed out from her small, rosy mouth. The young girl's miserable appearance was delicate and pitiful, and any man who saw it would feel heartache.

However, the Nether Wolf clearly didn't have any thoughts of showing mercy to a girl. Its scarlet eyes surged with ruthlessness as it opened its bloody mouth and fiercely pounced towards the young girl, wanting to swallow her in one go.

"No! Don't … "

Looking at the Nether Wolf pouncing towards her, the young girl's delicate face was filled with fear and despair.

Now was the time!

When Fang Xuan, who had been waiting in the shadows, saw this scene, his eyes suddenly burst with light. He stroked the hilt of his saber and suddenly pulled out a one meter long saber from his waist.

"Hua!"

This saber was incomparably exquisite. It broke through the void like lightning and brought along a strong gale as it ruthlessly chopped the Nether Wolf's waist.

A copper head, iron bones, and tofu waist. This waist was the wolf's fatal weakness.

Kacha — —

Fang Xuan calmly returned the saber to its sheath. The Nether Wolf was directly split into two from the middle, and blood mixed with its internal organs splattered all over the ground.

This was simply a performance of the art of drawing the saber!

【Good! Successful strike!】

【Reward: Soul Power * 1】

Hearing the system's notification, Fang Xuan couldn't help but reveal an excited expression. His soul power was full, and he could finally level up.

From a Soul Scholar to a Soul Master was a huge leap. Only by becoming a Soul Master could one barely be considered a figure in the Douluo Continent, where the strong were numerous.

"With just one strike, he killed a hundred year soul beast!"

The young girl suddenly trembled. Her beautiful eyes surged with astonishment as she looked at Fang Xuan with some amazement. "So strong …"

In terms of cultivation, Fang Xuan was far inferior to this Nether Wolf. However, if he grasped the opportunity and attacked its weakness, it wasn't impossible for the weak to defeat the strong!

"Thank … thank you for saving me."

The young girl hurriedly stood up, and a charming smile appeared on her charming face. She sincerely thanked Fang Xuan. Her fine black hair danced in the wind, and she was slender and elegant. She was so beautiful that she was like a fairy in a dream.

"En, you're welcome."

Fang Xuan nodded slightly. He calmly walked in front of the young girl and pierced her with his saber. Crimson blood dyed her snow-white dress red …

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