Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

Chen Fei paused for a moment, then said, "Then I..."

"Just wait for the class assignments."

Old Zhuang waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

His tone was indifferent, as if he were dismissing an ordinary student, but his finger lightly tapped twice next to the name on the list.

Chen Fei nodded and was about to leave when Elder Zhuang called him back.

"etc."

Dust flew back.

Old Zhuang looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

That kind of scrutiny wasn't like an examiner looking at a candidate; it was more like an old craftsman discovering a peculiar ore and wanting to see what was hidden inside.

"Your martial spirit is really called the Ten-Star Sword?"

"Yes."

"Where are you from?"

"The far north."

"Where are your family members?"

"That's all."

Old Zhuang was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Go."

Chen Fei turned and left, his steps unhurried, his figure disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Unbeknownst to him, behind him, Old Zhuang had written the character "甲" next to his name on the list and then drawn a circle around it.

The circle was drawn with such force that it almost punctured the paper.

That was a marker that the inner court paid close attention to.

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That evening, all the new students were gathered in the auditorium of the School of Foreign Languages.

Du Weilin stood on the stage and announced the class assignments.

"Class A, thirty people. The list is as follows: Bei Chenchen, Su Ziyuan, Luo Qing, Zhao Hu, Lin Wan'er..."

One name after another was read out by Du Weiren, and for each name read out, someone in the audience responded.

Some were excited, some breathed a sigh of relief, and some clenched their fists, secretly competing with each other.

Chen Fei didn't show much emotion when he heard his name listed first.

He silently noted down the second and third names in the list—Su Ziyuan and Luo Qing.

After reading the list, Du Weilun glanced at the audience: "Class A consists of the thirty most outstanding freshmen this year. You enjoy the best resources, but you also have to bear the highest demands. Those who can't keep up will be relegated to Class B or Class C at any time. Do you all understand?"

"Understood!"

"Classes officially begin tomorrow. Get a good rest tonight," Du Weilin said, turning and leaving.

The crowd began to disperse.

Just as Chen Fei was about to leave, a voice came from behind him.

"Bei Chenchen".

He turned around.

A boy a year or two older than him was walking towards him.

The young man had a handsome face, wore a well-fitting blue robe, and had a jade pendant hanging from his waist, suggesting that he came from a well-off family.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, but each step was very steady.

"My name is Su Ziyuan, second in Class A." The boy stopped in front of him, looking at him frankly. "Your ranking is ahead of mine. I want to know your strength."

Chen Fei looked at him: "How do you want to know?"

Su Ziyuan thought for a moment and said seriously, "A fight? Not now, when there's an opportunity."

"it is good."

Su Ziyuan nodded, then turned and left.

Chen Fei watched his retreating figure without giving it much thought.

Just then, another voice rang out.

"Bei Chenchen?"

This time it's a girl.

She was about seven or eight years old, with a ponytail, wearing a neat short outfit, and two short blades at her waist.

Her eyes were bright, and she looked at people with undisguised curiosity.

"My name is Luo Qing, and I'm third in Class A." She extended her hand confidently. "Your swordsmanship is amazing; I saw it. I'd like to spar with you sometime."

Chen Fei looked at her outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and then shook it.

Luo Qing's hands were cold, but she gripped them tightly.

"Okay," Chen Fei said.

Luo Qing grinned, turned around, and skipped away.

Chen Fei stood there, watching the new students disperse in twos and threes, and suddenly felt—

The outside world doesn't seem so unfamiliar anymore.

He turned and walked towards the freshmen dormitory.

Outside the window, the Big Dipper was faintly visible in the night sky.

The first star was shining faintly.

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Meanwhile, in a small courtyard deep within Shrek Academy, an elderly man with white hair sat by the window, holding a list of new students in his hand.

His gaze lingered on the first line: "Bei Chenchen, six years old, level twelve, martial soul ten-star sword."

"The Ten-Star Sword..." the old man murmured, his brows furrowing slightly. "This martial spirit... I've never heard of it before."

He closed his eyes, recalling the aura he had sensed during the day.

It was very faint, fleeting. But that sword intent... was so pure that it didn't seem like something a six-year-old child could possess.

"Never mind." The old man put down the list. "We'll know when we go to the outer courtyard tomorrow."

He turned off the light and went to sleep.

But deep down, I felt a little more hopeful for tomorrow.

This year's freshmen are quite interesting.

.....

The next morning, Chen Fei was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Class A freshmen, assemble at the drill ground within fifteen minutes!"

He opened his eyes; the sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten.

Last night was the first time he had slept alone in an unfamiliar place. He thought he would have trouble sleeping, but he slept soundly for the first time.

Chen Fei got up, quickly washed up, picked up his wooden sword, and went out.

The training ground is located on the east side of the outer courtyard. It is a wide area paved with bluestone, surrounded by several tall wooden stakes, and there is a fighting platform in the distance.

At this moment, more than half of the thirty freshmen in Class A had arrived, and they were chatting in twos and threes.

Chen Fei walked to the edge of the crowd and stood quietly.

Not long after, Su Ziyuan arrived.

He saw Chen Fei, nodded, and stood beside him without saying a word.

Luo Qing arrived just in time. She jogged all the way, her ponytail swinging behind her, and was still panting when she arrived: "I almost... almost late..."

She glanced at where Chen Fei and Su Ziyuan were standing, and without hesitation squeezed over to stand on Chen Fei's other side.

"Good morning." She grinned at Chen Fei.

"morning."

The three of them stood in a row like that.

Chen Fei was in the middle, Su Ziyuan was on his left, and Luo Qing was on his right.

A few freshmen not far away glanced at them, then at the ordinary wooden sword in Chen Fei's hand, and whispered something to each other.

Not long after, a tall, middle-aged man strode onto the fighting platform.

He had a resolute face and eagle-like eyes. He wore the black uniform of a Shrek Academy teacher, with a longsword emblem embroidered on his chest.

"I am Zhao Tiesheng, your class teacher for Class A."

His voice boomed like a bell, silencing all whispers: "From today onwards, I will be in charge of your training. I have only one rule—with me, there are no geniuses, only the difference between good and bad."

His gaze swept across the audience, lingered on Chen Fei for a moment, and then looked away.

"Lesson 1: Assessment." Zhao Tiesheng clapped his hands. "Everyone, come up on stage. Two against one, let me see your capabilities."

The audience immediately stirred.

"Teacher, how do we group them?" someone asked.

"Free challenge," Zhao Tiesheng said calmly. "Those who think they can do it, come up on stage and wait. The rest of you can go up and challenge. The winner stays, the loser goes down. The last person standing on the stage will be the top student in Class A."

.....