Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

The first soul skill, "Awakening of Killing Intent," is activated silently.

Two hundred percent of the attack power bonus is concentrated at the sword's edge.

"start."

Zhao Hu did not rush over recklessly as before.

He learned to control the pace, approaching step by step, each step steady, like a real bear pressuring its prey.

The dust did not recede.

He also took a step forward.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to three meters.

Zhao Hu made his move.

It wasn't a punch, but a sweeping strike.

His arm was now harder than an iron pillar, slamming down on Chen Fei's head with a whistling sound.

Chen Fei did not use his sword to block.

He simply lowered his head slightly, letting the punch graz his head, while simultaneously thrusting the Seven Kill Sword forward, its tip aimed directly at Zhao Hu's throat.

Zhao Hu's pupils contracted, and he slammed his other hand down on the sword.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing.

The Seven Kill Sword was deflected by half an inch, but the blade still grazed Zhao Hu's shoulder.

The Ironback Bear's defense was indeed astonishing; the Seven Kill Sword only left a faint white mark on it.

But Zhao Hu's expression changed.

His Ironback Bear Martial Soul has almost no rivals in defense among those of the same level.

Ordinary swords and knives cannot even leave a mark when they strike it.

But Bei Chenchen's sword could actually leave white marks?

The power of that sword strike far exceeded the level of a level fourteen sword.

No, it's even far beyond the level of level 18.

Chen Fei didn't give him time to think.

The first sword missed its mark, but the second sword had already arrived.

This time, the sword tip was aimed directly at Zhao Hu's knee.

Zhao Hu raised his leg to block, but the Seven Kill Sword struck his calf, leaving another white mark.

Then came the third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...

Dust flew faster and faster, and his sword became increasingly cunning.

Each sword strike was light, but each one precisely struck the weakest point in Zhao Hu's defense.

Joints, armpits, back of the neck, and the back of the knees.

Even with Zhao Hu's strong Ironback Bear defense, it couldn't withstand such a dense attack.

He began to back away.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Below the stage, Su Ziyuan's gaze was fixed on Chen Fei's sword, his brows slightly furrowed.

Luo Qing covered her mouth and whispered, "He... seems to have gotten a lot stronger."

Zhao Tiesheng stood to the side, expressionless, but a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

The sixth sword strike, Dust Flying, aimed at Zhao Hu's face.

Zhao Hu instinctively raised his hand to block, revealing an opening at his waist.

Chen Fei's sword suddenly changed direction, the blade slamming horizontally and striking Zhao Hu hard in the waist.

The power of this sword strike was greater than all the previous sword strikes combined.

Zhao Hu grunted and flew through the air, crashing heavily off the stage.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhao Hu struggled to his feet and looked down at the iron armor around his waist, where a deep sword mark was clearly visible.

He looked up at Chen Fei on the stage, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...your soul power..."

"Level nineteen." Chen Fei sheathed his sword. "I just broke through last night."

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Just two weeks ago, he was only at level twelve.

Two weeks later, the 19th grade?

What kind of cultivation speed is this?

Of course, this was something Chen Fei concealed.

After all, what he revealed was only level twelve; the real level was level fifteen.

So in half a month, I only improved by four levels.

But outsiders don't know this.

Zhao Tiesheng finally spoke, his tone so calm it was impossible to discern his emotions: "Bei Chenchen wins. Next match, Su Ziyuan will face Leng Feng."

Chen Fei jumped off the stage and went to the side to rest.

He could feel the soul power within his body still surging slightly.

He used the power of the Heavenly Pivot in those sword strikes just now.

I'm getting more and more skilled at it.

It's as natural as breathing.

In the second match, Su Ziyuan faced Leng Feng.

Leng Feng's short dagger was still as fast as lightning, but Su Ziyuan's silver spear was not slow either.

The two exchanged blows on the stage for the duration of an incense stick burning, with Su Ziyuan ultimately winning by a narrow margin of half a move.

In the third match, Luo Qing faced off against Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu had just fallen off the stage and was in poor condition. He was forced to retreat repeatedly by Luo Qing's double blades.

But even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; with her level 25 soul power, Luo Qing ultimately lost.

One match after another, until the sun began to set.

In the final tally of wins, Bei Chenchen emerged victorious with seven wins, ranking first.

Su Ziyuan has six wins and one loss, ranking second.

Leng Feng has five wins and two losses, ranking third.

It was already dark when Zhao Tiesheng announced the disbandment.

Chen Fei did not go to the cafeteria.

He returned to his dormitory, took out a portion of the bone marrow from a thousand-year-old soul beast, and swallowed it.

A warm sensation spread through his body once again.

But this time, he sensed something different.

The heat was no longer simply strengthening the body, but was absorbed by the Seven Kill Sword.

To be precise, it was absorbed by the first star on the sword.

The star mark on Tian Shu trembled slightly, as if in response to something.

Chen Fei closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation.

The Seven Kill Sword hung in front of him, and the first star on the sword grew brighter and brighter.

The starlight spread from the sword to his body, enveloping him in a hazy halo.

Soul power surged within his body, slowly advancing from the threshold of level nineteen to level twenty.

He could sense that the pass was very close.

So close it felt like it could burst through with a single breath.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

The patriarch, Chen Yuan, taught him that cultivation is like forging a sword; a hasty and forceful attack will only cause the sword blank to crack.

A true sword can only be forged by hammering it one hammer blow at a time and stacking it layer by layer.

He steadied his mind and gradually channeled the heat into his meridians, bones, and the Seven Kill Sword.

He opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time.

Outside the window, the star Dubhe hangs high in the sky.

He looked down at his palms, where the calluses had thickened, his knuckles were more distinct, and he felt an unprecedented sense of power when he gripped the sword.

Level 19, peak.

The distance to level 20 is just a thin veil.

"Give me a few more days," he muttered to himself. "I'll definitely break through before the end of the month."

He sheathed the Seven Kill Sword and lay back down on the bed.

The Big Dipper slowly circulates in the night sky, and the light of the first star shines on him, as if in response.

The next morning, Chen Fei appeared at the training ground as usual.

Three thousand sword swings, not a single one missing.

Zhao Tiesheng stood at a distance, watching, a hint of something indescribable in his eyes.

He taught for twenty years and saw countless geniuses.

Some are exceptionally gifted, some come from families with a strong academic tradition, and some are diligent and hardworking.

But this child has it all.

Talent, family tradition, and diligence.

There's another thing, and that's murderous intent.

It's something ingrained in your bones; it can't be taught or learned.

Only those who have truly walked the line between life and death have that kind of look in their eyes.

But how could a six-year-old child have experienced life and death?

If one has not experienced life and death, how can one develop the intent to kill?

Of course, there's also the issue of killing a lot of people...

However, Chen Fei doesn't seem like that kind of person.

Zhao Tiesheng couldn't understand it.

He only knows one thing.

This child will shake the entire Shrek Academy sooner or later.

It even shook the entire continent.

And he will witness a part of his growth.

This part is even very important.

It's about laying the foundation.

The fundamentals are the most important.

The foundation determines the stability of the superstructure.

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