Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

He stood there for a long time.

So long that the crowds around him changed again and again, so long that the sun moved from overhead to the west, so long that the guards at the door began to look at him with strange eyes.

Then, he looked away and turned to leave.

Today marks the third day since Shrek College began accepting applications.

He needs to find a place to stay first.

---

Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, in a small courtyard deep within Shrek Academy, an old man with white hair suddenly opened his eyes.

"Um?"

The disciple beside him quickly asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

The old man frowned, sensed for a moment, and then shook his head.

"It's nothing... I think I sensed a strange aura just now. It was very faint, and it disappeared in a flash."

"Should we send someone to investigate?"

The old man thought for a moment, then waved his hand: "No need. It might be your imagination."

He closed his eyes again.

But deep down, I felt inexplicably concerned.

That aura... why does it feel so familiar?

---

three days later.

Shrek Academy, Admissions Plaza.

Before dawn, the square was already packed with people.

There were parents holding children, teenagers who came in pairs, geniuses who came alone, and young masters and ladies who came surrounded by their families.

At a rough glance, there are at least a thousand people.

But Shrek only recruits 300 people each year.

This means that more than 70% of people will leave disappointed.

Chen Fei stood quietly by the square.

He had been standing there for an hour, watching people come and go, listening to all sorts of sounds—

"I heard that those old monsters in the inner courtyard are going to personally choose their disciples this year!"

"Really? I'd better do my best!"

"You? Forget it, you can't even beat me, yet you dream of entering the inner courtyard?"

"Tch, what do you know? I'm just hiding my true strength!"

Chen Fei listened, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He didn't quite understand what these people were arguing about.

But since we're here, let's give it a try.

Just then, a bell rang.

Recruitment has begun.

...

The bells rang throughout Shrek.

The noisy crowd in the square instantly fell silent, and everyone looked toward the main gate of the academy.

There, more than ten teachers dressed in Shrek uniforms filed out, led by a burly middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, exuding an imposing presence.

He walked to the high platform in the center of the square, his gaze sweeping over the thousands of teenagers below, and said in a deep voice:

"I am Du Weilun, the Dean of Studies at the School of Foreign Languages. I will be in charge of this year's entrance examination."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The teenagers who had been whispering in the audience immediately fell silent.

Du Weilun continued, "The rules are the same as in previous years. The first stage is a test of martial spirit and soul power. Those with innate soul power below level five will be directly eliminated. The second stage is a practical assessment. It's a one-on-one battle; the winner will be admitted, and the loser will be put on hold. The third stage is a test of character. Those on hold will take an additional test, judged personally by the inner court teachers."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience: "Did everyone understand?"

"Understood!" Thousands of voices responded in unison.

"Let's begin. Line up, one at a time."

On the left side of the square, ten tables are lined up in a row, with a teacher sitting behind each table.

On the table was a crystal ball the size of a fist, a tool used to test soul power.

The crowd immediately surged forward, jostling to push their way to the front.

After being shoved a few times, Chen Fei simply retreated to the edge of the crowd and waited until most people had lined up before leisurely walking to the last row.

This wait lasted for an hour.

The line in front of him was long, but the testing was done very quickly.

Most children have innate soul power between level five and six, but occasionally a child with level seven or eight will appear, which will amaze the parents and children around them.

"Level nine! That kid is level nine!" A commotion arose ahead.

Chen Fei tiptoed to take a look and saw a young man in a brocade robe walking away from the testing table with his head held high and a smug look on his face.

"Level nine is nothing to be proud of." Someone muttered quietly nearby, "I heard there's someone with innate full soul power coming this year."

"Really? Innate full soul power? Isn't that the legendary genius?"

"Who knows? I only heard it from others."

Chen Fei listened silently without making a sound.

The line moved forward slowly.

Another half hour passed, and it was finally his turn.

"Next."

Chen Fei stepped forward.

The teacher sitting behind the table was a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses and looking very serious. Without looking up, she pointed to the crystal ball on the table: "Put your hand on it and release your martial spirit."

Chen Fei placed his hand on the crystal ball.

He did not release his martial spirit, but only mobilized a trace of his soul power.

The crystal ball immediately lit up with a soft light, its color changing from white to yellow, and finally settling on a deep yellow.

The female teacher finally raised her head and glanced at him.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on his worn-out clothes before returning to the crystal ball.

"Level twelve." She said calmly, "What is a Martial Soul?"

"Ten-Star Sword".

As Chen Fei spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the Seven Kill Sword appeared in his palm.

However, he deliberately suppressed the starlight on the sword guard, only allowing it to reveal eight phantom images, making it look like an ordinary weapon spirit.

The female teacher glanced at them and nodded: "Go wait over there and prepare for the second round."

Chen Fei sheathed his sword, turned, and left.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he turned around, a pair of eyes in the crowd were staring intently at him.

Yan Feng.

The boy who had seen him at the city gate three days ago.

At this moment, Yan Feng was standing under a tree by the square, holding a small notebook in his hand, writing something quickly.

"Around six years old, soul power level twelve, martial soul ten-star sword. Suspected of hiding strength, recommended to pay close attention."

After finishing writing, he tucked the notebook into his pocket and continued observing the next batch of candidates.

---

The first round eliminated nearly 40% of the participants.

The remaining 600-plus people were taken to several arenas on the right side of the square.

Each arena was surrounded by people, including candidates waiting to take the stage, as well as parents and citizens who came to watch the excitement.

Du Weiren took the stage again: "The second round is a practical assessment. The rules are simple—one-on-one, any means necessary, the loser is declared the loser if they concede or fall off the stage. The winner is directly admitted, the loser enters the waiting pool."

He clapped his hands: "Now we'll start reading the names. First match, Zhao Yuan versus Li Qing."

Two teenagers jumped onto the stage, one wielding a knife and the other a whip, and the fight was quite lively.

But Chen Fei glanced at it a few times and then looked away—it was too slow.

In his eyes, their movements seemed to be slowed down several times, revealing countless flaws.

This is the change brought about by the first soul skill, "Awakening of Killing Intent".

Not only has the attack power been enhanced, but perception, reaction speed, and judgment of the battle situation have also been strengthened by the power of the stars.

He watched for a while, then gradually got bored.

But the atmosphere around them grew increasingly heated.

After each battle, cheers or sighs would erupt from the audience.

Some were happy, some were sad, and some children even cried on the spot after losing.

Chen Fei didn't quite understand.

So what if you lost? Why are you crying?

We'll win it back next time.

After waiting for nearly two hours, it was finally his turn.

.....