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Douluo Dalu - First Slash

On the vast plains of the mystical Douluo Continent, a determined and enigmatic young man embarks on a remarkable journey. Armed with the extraordinary knowledge of the plot and power of the swordsman system, he seeks to perfect the art of the ultimate drawing sword technique — a weapon of unparalleled might that holds the potential to reshape the fate of the world. Follow the journey of a Lone Swordsman at Worlds Edge. *Disclaimer* Other than translation, everything belongs to the original creator. If the original creator wants to take it down, pls leave a review below. Just found the CNnovel and translated it here to increase my vocabulary, and English and to earn some coffee change. If you have some extra pocket money, Support me on Patreon: www.patreon.com/Mad_verse. Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/mad_verse This is where I read it- Qidian. so you can support the original author on a Chinese site. 斗罗第一刀 Author: Liu_Shui_Wu_Qing_FD

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I Really Am Fang Xuan

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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.

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"You're not Li Changshou. Who … are you?"

Mo Lengyue approached quietly, her eyes bright and her aura imposing. She asked Fang Xuan the moment she came up.

'Eh, she grew a brain.'

Fang Xuan was a little stunned. He didn't expect Mo Lengyue to see through his identity. It seemed like this chap wasn't so brainless that she couldn't be saved.

"Since you can see through it, I can't continue to hide it."

He sighed at Mo Lengyue, his face revealing a helpless expression. "Alright, I admit I'm not Li Changshou."

"Hmph, I saw through it long ago."

Hearing this, Mo Lengyue raised her eyebrows proudly. Her snow-white face revealed a hint of pride, as though she was proud to have seen through Fang Xuan's identity. It couldn't be helped. Girls were all a little vain.

Fang Xuan took a deep breath, his face solemn. He stared at Mo Lengyue's eyes without blinking. Word by word, he said firmly, "Actually, my real name is … Xiao Tudou"(Note- Means Little Potato)

"Huh?" Mo Lengyue was slightly stunned. What kind of weird name was this?

"You're lying again. Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? You used such a retarded name to lie to me. Tell me, who are you?"

Three black lines appeared on her smooth forehead. Mo Lengyue's brows furrowed as she glared fiercely at Fang Xuan.

"Damn it, I didn't expect you to see through me even after hiding to this extent. I have no choice but to tell the truth."

Fang Xuan's face was filled with anger.

"My name is … Ye Chendong"

"Ye Chendong? I've never heard of it before!" Mo Lengyue's face was filled with suspicion. Why couldn't she believe it?

"Stop spouting nonsense. I will ask you one last time. Who are you?" Finally, Mo Lengyue went crazy and completely flipped out. Her beautiful eyes were as big as copper bells as she stared fixedly at Fang Xuan.

"Impossible!"

Fang Xuan was shocked. His three aliases were all seen through. When did this big-breasted woman become so smart? This didn't make any sense.

Now that things had come to this, it seemed like … he had no choice but to reveal his real name. Fang Xuan coughed softly and straightened his posture. His face was solemn as he stared at Mo Lengyue and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you a secret. I am … Fang Xuan!"

This time, it was Mo Lengyue's turn to laugh. First, it was a cold laugh. Then, it was a mocking laugh. Finally, she laughed uproariously. She quietly stared at Fang Xuan. Her eyes contained 30% coldness, 30% mockery, and 40% indifference.

"Let me tell you a secret. I'm Pope Bibi Dong, the one who beat Fang Xuan half to death. Why aren't you pissing your pants when you see me?" Mo Lengyue glared fiercely at Fang Xuan.

"It's too small. The pope's … is bigger than yours." Fang Xuan glanced at Mo Lengyue's chest thoughtfully. This was the truth.

"Pervert"

"Swoosh"

Mo Lengyue's face was suffused with a wisp of red glow. Her surging rage had activated the Phoenix flames within her body, making her seem like a goddess bathed in fire, beautiful and noble. Moreover, she was imbued with seething flames of rage.

The temperature in the room was rising rapidly.

"I'm not joking. I'm Fang Xuan."

Fang Xuan was a little depressed. It was rare for him to speak the truth, but she didn't believe him. As expected, there was no escape for big-breasted, brainless women.

"I'm also not joking with you. I'm Pope Bibi Dong." Mo Lengyue rolled her eyes. Only a fool would believe him.

"It's fine if you don't believe me. But since you don't believe me either, call me Li Gou Sheng …" Fang Xuan was speechless. He felt a headache coming on.

"Hey! You with the surname Li."

However, at this time, Mo Lengyue was unwilling to let him off. She put one hand on her waist and pointed angrily at Fang Xuan with the other.

She growled, "You used Xiao Tudou, Ye Chendong, such obvious fake names to deceive people. I won't bicker with you. But!!!"

At this point, her tone suddenly changed. It was as if something sacred and solemn had offended her. She stared coldly at Fang Xuan.

"But you want to use the name 'Fang Xuan' to deceive people. This is too much."

Fang Xuan was dumbfounded. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "That, I'm Fang Xuan. What's there to talk about deceiving people?"

"Pooh. Fang Xuan is the most outstanding genius in the Douluo Continent. He's a famous hero. He dared to fight Pope Bibi Dong and fought a bloody battle with the Spirit Hall … " Mo Lengyue's tone changed. She looked at the fake Fang Xuan in front of her with disdain.

"He's not a narrowminded scum like you who wants to ask for money just for a small favor and force others to sign an IOU! Most importantly, you went to loot the corpses of the dead. It's too shameful. Our Fang Xuan would never do such a thing! "

"Eh …" Fang Xuan scratched his head. He blushed and said awkwardly, "Young Miss. Actually … Fang Xuan also likes to loot crates."

"Go to hell. Fang Xuan is a peerless hero who fought a great battle with the Spirit Hall. He would never do such a despicable thing."

Mo Lengyue finally couldn't take it anymore. Her phoenix flames burned fiercely. She bared her fangs and brandished her claws as she pounced towards the fake Fang Xuan. She wanted to seek justice for her idol.

The Anarchic Lands was thousands of kilometers away from the Spirit City. Because of the distance between the two places and the difficulty of transmitting information, most people in the Anarchic Lands had never seen Fang Xuan's appearance.

However, although they hadn't seen Fang Xuan, his unparalleled battle record against the Spirit Hall had already spread throughout the Douluo Continent; even in a remote place like the Anarchic Lands, Fang Xuan's name was like thunder.

Mo Lengyue was the kind of woman who worshipped Fang Xuan wholeheartedly. She was determined to become an indomitable heroine like Fang Xuan. Today, even if she had to risk her life, she would seek justice for Fang Xuan.

Her idol couldn't be tarnished by this greedy, stingy, and bad-tempered fellow in front of her.

Her burning jade-like fist tore through the air, bringing an ear-piercing sonic boom. She aggressively punched Fang Xuan. Mo Lengyue was truly enraged.

Facing his number one die-hard fan who wanted to seek justice for him, Fang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He even felt embarrassed to punch her until she cried.

He nimbly tilted his body and dodged the girl's fiery fist. He tried to explain, "Asking for money to loot crates is called being down-to-earth. Fang Xuan isn't so cold and aloof ~"

However, in the eyes of the enraged Mo Lengyue, an explanation was a coverup, and a cover-up was the truth. Therefore, Fang Xuan's self-explanation didn't have any effect. Instead, it angered the girl even more. Her phoenix flames burned wildly, and the room was about to be set ablaze.

"Alright, since that's the case, I can only … destroy you ruthlessly."

In the end, Fang Xuan couldn't bear it anymore. He punched out heavily. His golden fist tore through space and struck Mo Lengyue's abdomen, knocking her unconscious. Looking at the unconscious girl on the ground, Fang Xuan heaved a sigh of relief.

There were thousands of words, but the principle of having the most enormous fist was still the most effective.

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