Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

"The first spirit ring in a thousand years?" His voice changed. "You're six years old, and you've absorbed a thousand-year spirit ring?"

"I have a special physical condition," Chen Fei said.

Yan Shaozhe stared at the purple soul ring for a long time before slowly putting down his teacup.

"Do you know that a normal person's first spirit ring can only be a hundred-year-old one? A thousand-year-old spirit ring can only be withstood by the body of a Spirit Master. You're just a six-year-old child..."

He paused, then took a deep breath.

"No wonder Zhao Tiesheng said you were hiding your strength. If this gets out, the whole continent will be shaken."

Chen Fei remained silent.

Yan Shaozhe remained silent for a long time.

He looked at the six-year-old child in front of him—small, quiet, with clear, unwavering eyes.

He had no sword in his hand, but Yan Shaozhe knew that the Seven Kill Sword was hidden in his body and could be drawn at any time.

"I have a suggestion," Yan Shaozhe finally spoke, "I'll take you as my apprentice."

Chen Fei was stunned for a moment.

"I am a level 95 Title Douluo, with the Martial Soul of Light. Your swordsmanship talent is unparalleled in my life. If I were to guide you..."

"Thank you for your kind offer, Director Yan," Chen Fei interrupted him, "but I don't intend to become your apprentice."

Yan Shaozhe was taken aback: "Why?"

"I have a Title Douluo behind me," Chen Fei said calmly. "Although he didn't take me as his disciple, he has been teaching me all along. I came to Shrek Academy only to learn the knowledge here, not to find a teacher."

Yan Shaozhe remained silent.

He was taught by a Title Douluo...

He suddenly remembered that the Seven Kill Swordsman Chen Xin from ten thousand years ago was a level 97 Title Douluo.

If the Chen family still has descendants, it's not surprising to have a Title Douluo in charge.

Moreover, he was able to absorb a thousand-year-old soul ring at the age of six and was still able to stand here lively and energetic.

This would have been impossible without the help and protection of a powerful figure at the Title Douluo level.

"What a pity," Yan Shaozhe sighed. "I really wanted to teach you your talent in swordsmanship."

He waved his hand: "Never mind, I won't force you. But remember, at Shrek Academy, you can come to me with any problems."

Chen Fei stood up and bowed solemnly.

"Thank you, Director Yan."

He turned and walked out of the office.

The moment the door closed, Yan Shaozhe picked up his teacup again and found that the tea had gone completely cold.

He gave a wry smile, put down his cup, picked up his pen, and added another line to the document:

"Bei Chenchen, successor of the Seven Kill Sword, possesses the number one soul ring in a millennium, and is suspected to be a descendant of the Chen family. Recommendation—highest level of attention."

After he finished writing, he locked the document in the deepest part of the drawer.

Outside the window, on the training ground, that small figure was crossing the field and heading towards the dormitory.

Yan Shaozhe stared at that retreating figure and murmured:

"The Chen family... will produce another extraordinary figure in ten thousand years."

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Yan Shaozhe's document appeared that very night in the dean's office, deep inside the inner courtyard.

Moon sat at the table and, by the light of the soul guide lamp, read the report three times from beginning to end.

He is over two hundred years old this year, with white hair and beard, and a thin face, but his eyes are still as bright as stars.

As the pillar of Shrek Academy, the level 99 Limit Douluo, Dragon God Douluo Mu En has not been curious about anything for a long time.

But at that moment, his gaze was fixed on a line of text in the report.

"Bei Chenchen, six years old, martial soul Seven Kill Sword, first soul ring purple millennium."

Seven Kill Sword.

The martial spirit of Sword Douluo Chen Xin from ten thousand years ago.

Moon has lived for over two hundred years and has seen countless geniuses as well as countless freaks.

But for a six-year-old child to have a first spirit ring that is a thousand years old—this is beyond what the word "genius" can describe.

He put down the report and closed his eyes.

"That sword intent..." he murmured, "It really is the Seven Kill Sword."

Previously, on the day the new students enrolled, he had sensed a faint sword intent.

It was just a fleeting moment, and he thought it was an illusion.

In retrospect, that was not an illusion.

He opened his eyes, picked up a pen, and wrote a few words on the report.

"Continue to observe, do not alarm them."

After writing it, he thought for a moment and added, "An exception may be made if necessary."

The report was locked in the dean's office safe, and only he had the key.

The six-year-old child knew nothing about it.

Since that day, Chen Fei's status in Class A has undergone a subtle change.

No one calls him "Little One" anymore.

Zhao Hu would make way for him when he saw him, and although Leng Feng still had a cold face, he would occasionally glance at him a few more times.

Even Su Ziyuan and Luo Qing took him a little more seriously.

The person who has changed the most is Zhao Tiesheng.

He no longer regarded Chen Fei as an ordinary student.

Every day, Chen Fei has to complete twice as many tasks as others in physical training, soul power control, and martial soul application.

Moreover, Zhao Tiesheng started giving him extra meals separately.

This is not ordinary sparring, but rather a breakdown of sword techniques.

"Your swordsmanship is very strong."

When Zhao Tiesheng first taught him alone, he bluntly said, "But you rely too much on intuition. Intuition can be deceiving, but fundamental skills cannot."

Thus, Chen Fei began training by swinging his sword three thousand times every day.

Three thousand times.

Not a single time less, not a single time more.

If it's too little, add more; if it's too much, start over.

For the first few days, his arm was so swollen that he couldn't lift it.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered without uttering a single complaint.

Zhao Tiesheng saw this and, though he didn't say anything, he nodded inwardly.

One evening, after training, Zhao Tiesheng called him over.

"How much swordsmanship did your... family teach you?"

"A set," Chen Fei said, "the basic thirteen moves."

Zhao Tiesheng was stunned for a moment.

Can you really master that kind of swordsmanship with just a basic set of thirteen moves?

"So what have you realized yourself?"

Chen Fei thought for a moment and said, "Fast or slow."

Zhao Tiesheng was puzzled.

Chen Fei picked up his sword and casually swung it.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the air with a soft sound.

"This sword strike can be fast."

He said that, and then swung his sword again.

This time it was much slower, so slow that you could see every ripple as the blade sliced ​​through the air.

"It can be slow too."

Zhao Tiesheng remained silent for a long time.

What lies between fast and slow?

Chen Fei thought for a moment and said, "It's the right time."

Zhao Tiesheng did not ask any further questions.

He suddenly realized that this six-year-old child might know more about swords than anyone he had ever met.

Shrek Academy is always well-informed.

The news that a six-year-old genius had emerged from Class A spread like wildfire throughout the outer college.

Some people envied it, some were jealous, and some were indifferent.

"Six years old, level twelve? So what? There are plenty of geniuses in Shrek Academy's history who broke through to level thirty at the age of ten."

"What do you know? His first spirit ring was a hundred-year-old one! He absorbed a hundred-year-old spirit ring at the age of six, could you do that?"

"A hundred years is nothing special..."

"What's so great about that? You go try it! Absorbing a hundred-year-old spirit ring at six years old—the backlash from that spirit ring alone could kill you!"

Similar debates happen every day.

But Chen Fei knew nothing about this.

Or rather, they simply don't care.

His daily life is very simple.

I get up at dawn, train until noon, continue training after lunch, practice swordsmanship in the evening, and study the theory of soul tools at night.

Occasionally, Su Ziyuan would come to him to discuss combat techniques, and Luo Qing would drag him to the cafeteria for meals.

Days passed by, uneventful as the snowstorms of the far north.

But undercurrents never cease to exist just because the surface of the water is calm.

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