Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

Su Ziyuan and Luo Qing both looked at him at the same time.

"He's warming up." Chen Fei's eyes were fixed on Zhao Tiesheng. "He'll reveal a weakness once he's finished warming up."

How did you know?

"Because he also wants to see where our limits are." Chen Fei gripped the wooden sword tightly. "He will only go all out when he feels that we've given it our all."

Su Ziyuan nodded thoughtfully.

Sure enough, after another half a cup of tea's time, there were less than ten students left on the stage.

Zhao Tiesheng stopped, looked at the few people still standing, and finally nodded.

"Not bad, a little better than I expected. So, what's next—"

He pulled the iron sword stuck in the table.

"I'm serious."

Before he finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of Zhao Hu.

Before Zhao Hu could even react, the blade of the iron sword struck his shoulder, sending him flying three zhang away before he crashed off the stage.

When he got up, half of his body was numb.

"Scatter!" someone shouted.

But Zhao Tiesheng was too fast.

His figure weaved through the crowd, and with each swing of his iron sword, someone was knocked off the stage.

In less than ten breaths, only three people remained on the stage.

Chen Fei, Su Ziyuan, Luo Qing.

Su Ziyuan stood in front of Luo Qing, and his martial spirit was finally released.

His martial spirit is a silver spear, pure white with a cold gleam at its tip.

Two yellow spirit rings slowly rotated around him.

"Cover me!" he shouted in a low voice, thrusting his spear forward.

Without hesitation, Luo Qing drew her twin martial spirit blades and circled around from the side.

The two didn't work together perfectly, but they were decisive.

Su Ziyuan held Zhao Tiesheng back from the front, while Luo Qing seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. With them moving in opposite directions, they managed to force Zhao Tiesheng to take a half-step back.

But it's only half a step.

Zhao Tiesheng swept his iron sword horizontally, deflecting Su Ziyuan's silver spear, and at the same time dodged Luo Qing's double blades.

His movements were fluid and graceful, without a single unnecessary movement.

"Not bad," he said, "but still a little short."

The iron sword was raised, ready to knock both of them off the stage at the same time.

Just then, a sword light flashed.

Chen Fei made his move.

He entered from Zhao Tiesheng's blind spot, thrusting his wooden sword straight at Zhao Tiesheng's right wrist where he was holding the sword.

The angle of this sword strike was extremely tricky, perfectly timed to coincide with the rebound after Zhao Tiesheng's iron sword swept across the room.

Zhao Tiesheng exclaimed "Eh!" and with a flick of his wrist, the iron sword returned to defense.

"clang!"

The wooden sword clashed with the iron sword, producing a crisp sound.

Then, the wooden sword shattered.

From the tip to the hilt, it broke apart inch by inch, with fragments scattered all over the ground.

Chen Fei had only a sword hilt left in his hand.

The students who had already left the stage gasped in surprise.

Zhao Hu's mouth dropped open: "It's over, he's out of weapons..."

Zhao Tiesheng was also taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously reduced his strength.

In that instant, dust began to rise.

He loosened the hilt of his sword, his right hand gripping it loosely.

A beam of sword light burst forth from his palm.

That's the Seven Kill Sword.

The sword was dark black, long and sharp.

On the sword hilt, ten illusory stars slowly swirled.

Even though Chen Fei deliberately suppressed the starlight, only allowing eight stars to be revealed, the chilling sword intent still spread out as if it were a tangible substance.

On the training ground, everyone's martial spirit trembled simultaneously.

Zhao Tiesheng's iron sword emitted a low hum, as if in response to something.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

This sword intent...

Chen Fei didn't give him time to think.

With the Seven Kill Sword in hand, the power of the Heavenly Pivot circulated within his body.

The first soul skill, "Awakening of Killing Intent," is silently activated, converging 200% of the attack power into the sword's edge.

He thrust out with his sword.

The sword strike wasn't fast, but Zhao Tiesheng found he couldn't dodge it.

It's not a matter of speed, it's a matter of angle.

This sword strike blocked all his escape routes; no matter which direction he dodged, he would run into the blade.

Prediction?

No, this is suppression.

Just like he did to Leng Feng a month ago.

Zhao Tiesheng had no choice but to accept the challenge head-on.

The iron sword clashed with the Seven Kill Sword, producing a dull, loud sound.

Zhao Tiesheng took a half step back—half a step.

But enough.

Dust flew as he sheathed his sword, took three steps back, and stood still.

The training ground was deathly silent.

Zhao Tiesheng stared at the half step he had taken back and remained silent for a long time.

Then he laughed.

"Okay," he said. "Everyone is exempt from training today."

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Shrek Academy, Outer Courtyard, Dean of Students' Office.

Yan Shaozhe stood by the window, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his gaze fixed on the martial arts arena in the distance.

He is the dean of the Martial Soul Department, a level 95 Title Douluo, and his Martial Soul is the Phoenix of Light.

He wasn't supposed to be on patrol today; he just happened to be passing by the office, happened to be standing by the window, and happened to see that sword strike.

The tea had gone cold, but he didn't notice.

"Bei Chenchen..." he murmured, his gaze still fixed on that small figure.

The sword in the child's hand—its dark blade, its swirling starlight, and the sword intent that erupted in that instant.

This is not some "Ten-Star Sword".

This is the Seven Kill Sword.

The Seven Kill Sword of Sword Douluo Chenxin from ten thousand years ago.

Yan Shaozhe put down his teacup, turned around and walked to the table.

On the table was a document, the freshman evaluation report that Zhao Tiesheng had submitted yesterday.

He turned to the first page, his gaze falling on that line of text:

"Bei Chenchen is suspected of hiding his true strength."

He picked up a pen and added a line below:

"Invite him to come see me."

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Half an hour later, Chen Fei stood in front of the dean's office.

He changed into clean clothes, and the Seven Kill Sword had already been retracted into his body.

He picked up the fragments of the wooden sword, wrapped them in cloth, and kept them close to his body.

That was given to him by his second uncle.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Chen Fei pushed open the door and went in.

Yan Shaozhe sat behind his desk, looking at him with gentle eyes.

He looked to be in his forties, with a refined and scholarly appearance. He wore a dark blue robe and had the air of a schoolteacher rather than a Soul Master.

"Sit down." He gestured to the chair opposite him.

Chen Fei sat down.

"I am Yan Shaozhe, the Dean of Studies of the School of Foreign Languages." Yan Shaozhe got straight to the point, "I called you here today to ask you a few questions."

Chen Fei nodded.

"First thing," Yan Shaozhe picked up the documents on the table, "Teacher Zhao's report says that you are 'suspected of hiding your strength.' I want to know, what are you hiding?"

Chen Fei remained silent for a moment.

"The second thing," Yan Shaozhe continued, "wasn't the sword you used in the training ground just now the 'Ten-Star Sword'?"

Chen Fei looked up at him.

Yan Shaozhe's gaze was calm, without questioning or coercion, only pure curiosity.

Chen Fei thought about it and did not deny it.

"It's the Seven Kill Sword."

Yan Shaozhe's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"The Seven Kill Sword of Sword Douluo Chen Xin from ten thousand years ago?"

"Yes."

Yan Shaozhe was silent for a moment, then asked, "What is your relationship with the Chen family?"

Chen Fei didn't answer the question. He simply said, "I came to Shrek Academy to learn."

Yan Shaozhe looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Fine, if you don't want to tell me, I won't force you. But I have one more question—how many years old are your spirit rings?"

Chen Fei knew he couldn't hide it anymore.

In front of a Title Douluo, the age of a spirit ring cannot be faked.

It's not that they can't see it, but that they disdain to see it.

Because Shrek's teachers respect students' privacy and will not actively pry.

But if the other party has already become suspicious, there's no point in hiding it anymore.

Besides, he has the Chen family behind him.

Twelve titled Douluo, a family head at level ninety-eight, and ten thousand years of accumulated experience.

He has the confidence.

Chen Fei stretched out his hand, and his first spirit ring slowly appeared.

Purple.

A thousand-year-old soul ring.

Yan Shaozhe almost dropped his teacup.

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