Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

Chen Fei read it aloud, word by word.

The information states that the Seven Kill Sword is a top-tier weapon spirit, ranking among the top three in attack power among all weapon spirits.

However, its drawbacks are also obvious.

With weak defense and poor endurance, it is difficult to turn the tide once it gets close.

Chen Xin's solution back then was to use offense as defense, forcing his opponent to be unable to retaliate with extreme offensive power, thereby covering up his defensive weaknesses.

However, this fighting style consumes a great deal of soul power, and even at his peak, Chen Xin could only maintain it for half an hour.

After reading it, Chen Fei remained silent for a long time.

Offense as a defense... that's not his path.

He possesses attack power enhanced by the power of Tian Shu, precision amplified by the power of Tian Xuan, and a body tempered by the baptism of stars.

Although his defense is not as good as Zhao Hu's Iron-Backed Bear Martial Soul, it is by no means a weakness.

His approach should be a balance of offense and defense.

The primary strategy is offense, with defense as a secondary measure.

Use the power of Tian Shu to crush, use the power of Tian Xuan to strike precisely, and use the physique forged by the baptism of stars to withstand the blows.

It was already dark when he left the library.

The old man at the door was still dozing off. Hearing footsteps, he squinted at him.

"Found something useful?"

"Um."

The old man nodded and said nothing more.

As Chen Fei walked out of the library, dusk was falling, and the sunset on the horizon was like a piece of red silk, spreading across most of the sky.

An idea began to take shape in his mind.

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In the days that followed, Chenfei's life became extremely regular.

Every morning, he was the first to arrive at the training ground and practiced his sword five thousand times.

This is the code he added himself.

Zhao Tiesheng only asked for three thousand times, which he felt was not enough.

After swinging the ball five thousand times, his arms were so sore that he could barely lift them, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

I spent four hours in the Soul Power Cultivation Room this morning.

The soul-gathering array in the top-tier training room is more than twice as strong as that in an ordinary training room, and the concentration of soul power in the air is so high that it is almost condensed into liquid.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the magic array, with the Seven Kill Sword hanging in front of him. The two stars, Tian Shu and Tian Xuan, slowly flowed on the sword, drawing the surrounding soul power into his body.

The level 28 soul power has been steadily increasing over the past few days. Although it did not surge like during the Star Baptism, it can still increase by one level every seven days.

The afternoon session was for live-fire training.

Zhao Tiesheng arranged for him to have a dedicated sparring partner.

A fourth-year student in the outer academy, a level 35 Soul Master, whose martial soul is an iron halberd.

In their first encounter, Chen Fei was sent flying by a single blow from his opponent's halberd, rolling three times on the ground.

The second time, he held out for ten moves.

The third time, twenty moves.

By their seventh encounter, he was able to hold his own against his opponent.

It wasn't that his soul power was stronger than his opponent's; it was that the Tianxuan power's ability to perceive vital points was simply too extraordinary.

He could sense the landing point of each of his opponent's attacks in advance.

He could spot every weakness in his opponent in an instant.

A level 35 Soul Master is increasingly losing his advantage in front of him.

"What kind of weird ability is that?"

After a sparring match, a fourth-year student couldn't help but ask, "Every time I'm about to make a move, you dodge in advance. Even when I haven't shown any weakness, you always manage to find it."

"Can you read minds or something?"

Chen Fei offered no explanation.

He simply said, "You'll get better with more practice."

The fourth-year student was so angry he almost broke down on the spot.

That evening, he returned to his dormitory and consumed the bone marrow of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.

That is the most precious thing among the top-tier resources.

A small bottle of milky white liquid, emitting a faint fragrance.

The first time he took it, a warm sensation exploded inside him, like a fire burning from his stomach to his limbs.

His bones were creaking, his muscles were trembling wildly, and every inch of his skin was greedily absorbing that energy.

That night, his soul power jumped from level 28 to level 29.

Its effect is more than ten times stronger than that of the bone marrow of a thousand-year-old soul beast.

But he also knew that he couldn't eat too much of this.

The energy in the marrow of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast is too domineering; one can only consume a small bottle every seven days, otherwise the body cannot withstand it.

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Three days before the end-of-month ranking battle, Chen Fei's soul power stabilized at level 30.

Six years old, level 30.

When this number was announced, the entire outer courtyard fell silent.

Level 30?

He's only six years old?

"Soul Master".

A six-year-old Soul Master.

Has Shrek ever existed in history?

Yes, it has.

Dean Moon broke through to level 30 at the age of eight.

Six years old... I checked the school's history, but it wasn't there.

"Is that the first person to achieve this since the founding of Shrek Academy?"

No one dares to draw a conclusion.

But everyone is waiting—at the end of the month, in the ranking battle, he will face off against the seeded player from the previous season.

The seeded players from the previous tournament were at least level 35.

Can he win?

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On the eve of the ranking battle, Chen Fei did not go to the training room.

He sat cross-legged on his bed in the dormitory, the Seven Kill Sword resting across his lap, his eyes closed, adjusting his breathing.

The level 30 soul power flowed slowly within his body, nearly twice as strong as when he was at level 28.

His second spirit ring had stabilized at six thousand years, and a deep purple halo slowly rotated around him.

The first spirit ring is purple and has a three-thousand-year history. The two spirit rings, one dark and one light, complement each other.

The two stars on the sword, Tian Shu and Tian Xuan, shone faintly in the darkness.

The power of Tian Shu is a violent attack boost, while the power of Tian Xuan is precise insight into vital points.

When both stars are activated simultaneously, his combat power will rise to another level.

However, the consumption is also enormous.

With his current soul power, he can only maintain the simultaneous activation of the two stars for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

If you can't defeat your opponent within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, you're the one who loses.

He opened his eyes and looked at the Big Dipper outside the window.

The two stars, Tian Shu and Tian Xuan, were as bright as day.

The third star, Tianji, faintly appeared as a phantom on the horizon.

That was the mark of level 30, and also the summoning of the third spirit ring.

Once the ranking battles are over, it's time to hunt for the third spirit ring.

He closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation.

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On the day of the ranking battle, the training ground was packed with people.

Not only students from the outer academy, but also many people from the inner academy came.

Yan Shaozhe sat in the main stands, surrounded by several senior teachers from the Martial Soul Department.

Du Weiren stood below the stage, holding the match schedule in his hand.

The top three from Class A—Bei Chenchen, Su Ziyuan, and Luo Qing—will face off against the three seeded players from the previous year.

Su Ziyuan's opponent is level 36, while Luo Qing's opponent is level 35.

Chen Fei's opponent was the top seed from the previous outer academy, a level 38 Soul Master with the Martial Soul Flame Lion.

"Level 38 versus Level 30"

Some people in the audience whispered among themselves, "They're eight levels below each other, how are they going to compete?"

"Bei Chenchen's two thousand-year soul rings are not just for show."

"No matter how strong the thousand-year soul ring is, the difference in soul power is still there."

An eight-level gap is not so easy to bridge.

Amidst the murmurs, Chen Fei stepped onto the dueling platform.

His opponent was a tall, fourteen-year-old boy with red hair like burning flames.

His name is Lieyang, a level 38 Soul Master, whose Martial Soul is the Flaming Lion. He was the first place winner in the previous Outer Court Ranking Battle.

Lieyang looked at Chenfei with a look that showed no contempt, only solemnity.

He had watched Bei Chenchen's battle videos.

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