Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

Deep inside the outer courtyard, there is a separate two-story building where several students from Class B live.

Unlike Class A, most of the students in Class B either underperformed during the entrance exam or were slightly less gifted.

But at Shrek Academy, anyone who can get into Class B is already considered a genius even by outside standards.

At this moment, several people are sitting together in a room on the second floor of the small building.

"Found it." A tall, thin boy slammed a piece of paper on the table. "Bei Chenchen, from the far north, parents unknown, six years old, level twelve soul power, ten-star sword martial soul."

"Ten-Star Sword? Never heard of it." Another boy frowned.

"Who cares about the sword? What right does a six-year-old have to dominate first place in Class A?"

The speaker was a bald boy named Tiehu, ranked first in Class B, eleven years old, and in the 28th grade.

He lost by half a move during the entrance exam because his opponent was too strong, and was assigned to Class B, which he has always resented.

"Then why don't you challenge him?" the tall, thin boy laughed.

"Fine, I'll go!"

Tie Hu slammed his hand on the table and stood up, but then sat back down, scratching his bald head: "But... he beat Leng Feng. Leng Feng is annoying, but he's not weak. I need to think about how to beat him."

"What are you thinking? No matter how strong he is, he's still a child. You're eleven years old, and he's six. You can easily overpower him physically."

Tiehu thought about it and felt it made sense.

He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth: "Alright, I'll go meet him tomorrow."

The tall, thin boy smiled too.

His name is Sun Ming. He is ranked second in Class B and is the smartest among his group.

He did not intend to challenge Bei Chenchen himself.

Winning is not honorable, losing is even more shameful.

Let Tie Hu go; regardless of whether he wins or loses, he won't lose out.

But what he didn't know was what would happen the next day.

Early morning, at the training ground.

Class A and Class B's training times are staggered, but for some reason, they clashed today.

Zhao Tiesheng was not there; the teacher in charge of Class B was another teacher, surnamed Liu, in his forties, an eight-ring Contra Douluo, who spoke slowly and deliberately.

Chen Fei is practicing his sword swings.

Three thousand times, today is the sixteenth day.

His movements were already very precise; the sound of the blade slicing through the air was even and steady, one stroke after another.

Tie Hu led a few men over and stood in front of him.

"You're Bei Chenchen?"

Chen Fei did not stop his sword, but merely glanced at him.

"it's me."

"Class B, Iron Tiger."

The bald boy crossed his arms and looked down at him: "I heard you're the top student in Class A, so I'd like to challenge you to a match."

Chen Fei continued to swing his sword.

"I'm busy."

Tie Hu's face stiffened.

He hadn't expected the six-year-old to refuse so readily.

"Scared?"

"No." Chen Fei didn't even look up. "I'm training. Find someone else."

Tie Hu's face turned bright red.

Tiehu was used to being domineering in Class B, when had he ever been ignored like this before?

He grabbed at Chen Fei's sword.

"I said let's have a friendly spar, so let's spar!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Dust flew as he sheathed his sword and took a step back; the entire process took less than a breath.

Tie Hu's hand grasped at empty air, and he leaned forward, almost falling.

"you!"

"Want to fight?" Chen Fei finally looked at him properly. "Then let's fight."

Tie Hu was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "Good! That's great!"

The two stepped onto the nearest dueling platform.

The surrounding students immediately gathered around.

The top student from Class A versus the top student from Class B—why not watch this spectacle?

Ms. Liu, the teacher from Class B, frowned, but did not stop it.

The students in Class A looked at each other in bewilderment.

They weren't worried about Chen Fei losing; they just felt sorry for Tie Hu.

Zhao Hu muttered to himself from below the stage, "This guy probably doesn't know who he's fighting."

"start!"

The dust remained still.

Tie Hu showed no mercy, instantly unleashing his martial spirit.

His martial spirit is an iron rhinoceros. After it possesses his body, his muscles swell up and his skin gleams with a bluish-gray sheen, as if he were wearing a layer of iron armor.

Two yellow spirit rings spun around him, exuding a menacing aura.

"First Soul Skill, Ironclad Charge!"

He charged forward like a real rhinoceros, leaving a shallow footprint on the stage with each step.

The force of this move is enough to smash through a wall.

Dust Fly still didn't move.

Just as Tie Hu rushed to within three feet of him, he finally moved.

He stepped to the side.

Tie Hu rushed past him, the wind he stirred up making the dusty corners of his clothes flutter loudly.

Then, dust flew from the sword.

The blade struck Tie Hu on the back of the neck, not too hard, not too soft, just enough to make him black out.

Tiehu rushed out three steps, then collapsed onto the stage and lost consciousness.

The entire room fell silent.

From start to finish, it took less than five breaths.

Dust flew as he sheathed his sword and looked at Teacher Liu from Class B.

"He was just dizzy, he wasn't injured."

Teacher Liu remained silent for a moment, then went over to check on Tie Hu's condition, before looking up at Chen Fei with a complicated expression.

"I know," Chen Fei said calmly. "I controlled my strength, otherwise he would be dead."

Teacher Liu opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He just waved his hand and had someone carry Tiehu away.

Chen Fei jumped off the stage, returned to his previous position, and continued to swing his sword.

One, one, another.

To others, this is a completely useless action.

But Chenfei doesn't think so.

When something is done to the extreme.

No need for fancy soul skills.

With just one sword strike, one can kill the enemy.

Others' soul skills are still flashy and waiting to be unleashed.

With just a single, gentle strike of his sword, he could decapitate the man and kill him instantly.

This is the ultimate, concise swordsmanship he needs.

They had just been in a fight.

But look at it now.

He acted as if nothing had happened.

In the distance, at the window of the teaching building, Yan Shaozhe stood with his hands behind his back, watching the small figure on the training ground.

"You saw it?" he asked without turning his head.

Behind him, Du Weiren stood respectfully.

He was the Dean of Studies of the Foreign Languages ​​Department, an eight-ring Soul Douluo, yet he didn't dare to utter a sound in front of Yan Shaozhe.

"I saw it. One sword, and the top student in Class B fell."

"Not a single sword strike," Yan Shaozhe shook his head. "It's a single step."

Du Weilin was taken aback.

"He won on that side," Yan Shaozhe said. "The timing, distance, and angle of that step were just right. When Tie Hu charged, all his strength and attention were focused on the front, leaving the back of his neck exposed. He only needed to walk over and give it a light tap."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat wistful.

"A six-year-old child can spot an opponent's weakness in an instant and seize it precisely. This fighting instinct... cannot be trained."

"Is it talent?" Duvelen asked.

Yan Shaozhe remained silent for a while, then shook his head.

"It's murderous intent."

Du Weiren didn't understand, but he didn't dare ask again.

Yan Shaozhe did not offer any further explanation.

He simply watched the child outside the window still wielding his sword, thinking to himself:

Where did this child come from?

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