Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

Chen Xing nodded slightly to the crowd without lingering.

Guided by several staff members.

I walked through the automatically parting crowd toward the candidates' rest area.

Exit of the Jiangnan examination area.

Ye Wushuang leaned against a large tree, with several fresh wounds on her body.

But its aura remained sharp as a knife.

He had just finished looking at the final standings, his gaze lingering on the score of 547 for a long time, his pupils slightly contracting.

"547 points... 26 points more than me..." he

He repeated the number in a low voice, a hint of surprise replacing his usual indifference.

"What exactly did he do in those last few hours? Did he thoroughly review the entire exam site?"

After a moment of silence, he slowly straightened up.

Looking in the direction of Shenzhen.

A smile, brimming with fighting spirit, slowly crept onto his lips.

"Interesting. Absolutely fascinating. Chen Xing... I'll remember you."

"See you at Wuda. We'll have a proper fight then."

Exit of the examination area in Shanghai.

Qin Ziang stood next to a luxury car, having changed into a clean and expensive casual outfit.

The smile that seemed to indicate complete control on his face had vanished without a trace.

He stared at the glaring rankings and scores on his communicator, a complex light flickering deep within his eyes.

There was shock, resentment, and scrutiny.

Ultimately, it transformed into a profound solemnity and...

A burning desire to win.

"Chen Xing..."

He murmured the name, the pale golden light at his fingertips flowing rapidly and uncontrollably.

"547 points...first in the country...S-level, surpassing me and Ye Wushuang..."

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and raised his head.

The last trace of arrogance in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and burning fighting spirit.

"I admit, Qin Ziang, I misjudged you. You are the first opponent among my peers who makes me feel pressured."

"Great. Now the game is really interesting."

"Wuhan University... let's take our time."

Exit of Shenzhen 017 test center.

"Holy crap!!! Brother Xing is number one!!! Number one in the whole country!!!"

"547 points! Hahahaha!!!"

Lin Moyan jumped three feet high, completely disregarding the fact that the bandages on her body were bursting open.

Clutching his battered guitar, now bearing even more new scars, he jumped and shouted on the spot.

He acted as if he had gone mad, drawing stares from the surrounding examinees.

"See that? That's my brother Xing! My buddy!"

"We killed the Rat King and fought the Wolf King together!!"

Lin Moyan yelled at several familiar examinees at the top of his lungs, his face completely undisguised.

With a sense of pride and ecstasy,

"I knew it! Brother Xing is definitely the coolest!"

"SS-rank is nothing! My brother Xing can still take them down even at S-rank!"

Exit at test center 020.

Xia Qingyun stood quietly under a tree, the morning sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves.

dappled light and shadow were cast upon her cool and exquisitely beautiful face.

She looked at the name and score that were at the top of the leaderboard.

A subtle ripple appeared in his deep blue eyes.

"547 points..."

She repeated it softly, her lips curling into a cool smile.

Curve upwards in an arc.

Like a snow lotus in its first bloom, it has amazed time.

"Chen Xing, you really are... stronger than anyone expected."

Exit of test site 001, on the edge of the crowd.

Chen Xuan, carrying his silver-white spear, silently watched the person surrounded and cheered by the crowd.

His figure remained calm and upright.

He recalled his swift and decisive defeat in six moves yesterday.

I recalled the words "You're not bad" the other person said when they put down the stick, and I remembered the promise I made when I left.

He gripped the cold gun barrel tightly, his icy blue pupils reflecting the light.

There was no jealousy, no discouragement, only a more fervent passion.

A more pure determination to catch up.

"Brother Xing... is number one in the country..."

"I will catch up. I definitely will."

At noon, Chen Xing returned to that familiar old residential building.

Pushing open the door, a wave of heat, a mixture of the aroma of food and the smell of tobacco, hits you.

The small living room was now packed with people.

My father, Chen Qingshan; Uncle Wang; Uncle Li; Uncle Zhao; and several other familiar demon hunter uncles.

Even the principal and the homeroom teacher came.

The coffee table was piled high with peanuts, melon seeds, and fruit, and the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts.

The moment Chen Xing pushed the door open and entered, all the laughter and conversation in the living room came to an abrupt halt.

All eyes turned to him.

Chen Qingshan was the first to stand up; he was a rough and forthright man.

His lips were trembling, and his eyes were turning red at a visible speed.

He strode forward, without patting him on the shoulder as usual.

Instead, she extended her slightly trembling hand.

He gripped Chen Xing's shoulders tightly, his voice hoarse with excitement, yet incredibly loud:

"Good lad! You're back! Number one in the country! My son! He's the national champion!!!"

"Hahaha! Old Chen! You've raised a fine son!"

Uncle Wang slapped his thigh suddenly, his face turning red with excitement.

"Little Xing! No, Brother Xing! You're awesome!"

"This is such a great honor for Shenzhen, for us old brothers!"

Uncle Li's eyes also became a little moist.

"I knew Xiao Xing would amount to something great!"

"Look! Number one in the country! Martial arts champion!" Uncle Zhao grinned from ear to ear.

The principal and the homeroom teacher also stepped forward excitedly, with the principal patting Chen Xing's other shoulder forcefully:

"Chen Xing! Great! That's fantastic!"

"You are the pride of Shenzhen No. 1 High School! You are the pride of Guangdong Province!"

The homeroom teacher wiped her eyes and said, "Teacher...teacher is so proud of you!"

Chen Xing looked at his father's red eyes and the excited and proud faces of his uncles.

Seeing the principal and homeroom teacher's relieved smiles, my heart, which had been calm and undisturbed, finally calmed down.

Finally, a warm ripple appeared.

He took a deep breath and addressed everyone.

Bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Dad. Thank you, uncles. Thank you, Principal. Thank you, teachers."

"I'm back."

There were no grand words, but this bow was enough.

But it made everyone's eyes in the living room even redder.

"It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!"

Chen Qingshan hugged his son's shoulders tightly.

"Come on, sit down!"

He turned around and picked up a bottle that had been prepared beforehand from the table.

I unscrew the cap of a bottle of fine wine that I usually can't bear to drink.

He poured a full glass for everyone present, then raised his own glass.

His voice was loud and clear, filled with boundless pride:

"Come on! To my son! To the top scorer in the country! Cheers!"

"Cheers!!!"