Draw Goddess from Douluo

Cold sweat, like broken pearls, suddenly slipped from the young man's forehead. He stood there, as if enveloped by invisible weight, his face was slumped, and he had lost the confidence and publicity of the past. The dagger in his hand, which had accompanied him through countless battles, seemed to feel the powerlessness of its owner at this moment, and it fell to the ground with a heavy cry.

"I give up..." The young man's voice was hoarse and low, full of helplessness and unwillingness. These three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength and completely declared his failure.

At the exit of venue No. 1, Liu Yang walked out leisurely. His pace was unhurried and slow, as if he had everything under control. His eyes were deep and calm. There was no ecstasy of victory or depression of failure, only an otherworldly indifference.

Liu Xiuxiu looked at Liu Yang, her eyebrows filled with disdain. She had thought that this battle would be a close contest, but she did not expect that it would end so quickly.

"It took so long to finish, it's really useless." Liu Xiuxiu's tone was full of disappointment and ridicule. In her opinion, this young man who once had high hopes has now completely become a loser.

Liu Dongtao looked at Liu Yang coldly. He didn't speak, but his eyes revealed an indescribable complex emotion. He seemed to vaguely see something from Liu Yang's free and easy back. It was a kind of disappointment and ridicule that was different from Liu Xiuxiu's, but a deeper thinking about the future and destiny.

"You still won, you're such a lucky boy." Bu Xie on the stage snorted with his lips pursed, his tone full of disdain. In his opinion, Liu Yang was able to win this game entirely due to luck rather than strength.

However, just as he finished speaking, Xuan Yu, who looked indifferent, suddenly spoke: "Bu Xie, what do you think of this young man?"

Buxie was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Xuanyu to ask this suddenly. He glanced at Liu Yang, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, "Not very good, too childish. His fighting style is still in the realm of showing off his power and coolness."

Xuan Yu frowned slightly when he heard this. He took a deep look at Buyie, then turned to look at Liu Yang in the distance. At that moment, a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if to say: "Perhaps, what you see is just the surface."

Bu Xie felt a little uncomfortable with Xuan Yu's eyes. He snorted, turned away and stopped talking. Xuanyu continued to stand there, looking at Liu Yang from a distance. He seemed to be making some important decision in his heart, or waiting for some important moment to arrive.

At the same time, Liu Yang also felt the gaze from Xuan Yu. He tilted his head slightly and met Xuan Yu's eyes in the air. At that moment, his eyes shone with determination and confidence, as if telling Xuan Yu: "What you see is not all of me."

"Then how do you think he should be beaten?" Xuanyu's voice was calm and magnetic, revealing an unquestionable majesty. His eyes were blazing, as if he could penetrate all appearances and get to the core of the problem.

An arrogant and domineering look appeared on Bu Xie's face. This look complemented his usual wild and unrestrained look and made him even more unruly. "Conquer the enemy with one move." He spoke firmly, as if these four words were his thoughts on fighting. All understanding and faith.

Hearing this, Xuanyu couldn't help but chuckle, "Haha, do you think everyone has your strength? It's easy to say that you can defeat the enemy with one move." There was a hint of joking in his tone, but it was more of a joke. A deep understanding of reality. He knew that not everyone could possess outstanding talents and extraordinary strength like Buxie, and could easily defeat the enemy with one move.

But Bu Xie didn't seem to agree with Xuan Yu's view. He raised his brows, a trace of stubbornness and dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, "What if my opponent is a few points better than me?" He asked back, his tone full of challenge and unyielding.

"Then work your butt off and drag him with you even if you die." The corner of Buxie's mouth raised slightly, revealing a sinister arc. His eyes became sharp, like an enraged beast, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time and die with him.

Xuan Yu was slightly startled. He didn't expect that Bu Xie would be so decisive and leave no room for anything. He looked at Bu Xie's eyes full of fighting spirit and couldn't help but feel a surge of complicated emotions in his heart. There is appreciation, worry, and a hint of indescribable melancholy.

He frowned slightly, but this subtle movement revealed the fluctuations in his heart. Xuan Yu knew very well that although Bu Xie was extremely talented, his personality was too strong. Although this desperate fighting style could produce strong fighting power in a short period of time, it was not a wise choice in the long run.

However, he also knew that Buxie at this moment would not listen to any advice. There is only fighting and victory in his heart, and any other sounds will be regarded as interference by him. Therefore, Xuanyu chose to remain silent. He did not continue this topic, but turned to other things.

"Your swordsmanship has improved recently. I can feel that your sword intention is more condensed and sharper." Xuanyu changed the topic and his tone became calmer.

When Bu Xie heard this, the arrogant look on his face calmed down a little, and he smiled modestly, "It's all Master's teachings."

Xuanyu shook his head gently, "Your achievements are all due to your own efforts. I just played a guiding role." He said it sincerely and sincerely, which made Bu Xie feel a little moved.