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

Shenzhen is not a big city, and the martial arts circle is even smaller.

In just half an hour, Chen Xing was covered in blood.

A blurry silhouette standing before the mountain of corpses, and the back of the Pikachu filled with the carcasses of demonic beasts.

The news spread throughout the prominent families, martial arts schools, and demon hunter teams in Shenzhen.

Even the offices of the four top Wuhan Universities in Shenzhen.

The forum exploded.

"A monster! An absolute monster!"

"Killed over forty people in one night? And some were even at the second level? He's a first-level martial artist? Is he cheating?"

"S-Rank Battle Saint Body... So this is the true value of S-Rank? I'm in love!"

"Am I the only one who noticed that wound on his waist? It looks painful, and he can still laugh?"

"Brother Xing is awesome!"

"Hey upstairs, why are you calling him Brother Xing?"

"Nonsense! A monster who can slaughter forty demons in one night, what else should I call him but 'brother'? I'd even call him 'daddy'!"

"Brother Xing is awesome! Shenzhen No. 1 High School is truly impressive!"

……

Chen Xing was unaware that he had become an internet sensation.

He returned home, under Chen Qingshan's complex yet proud gaze.

Strip yourself naked and stand under the showerhead.

The warm water washed over my body, washing away the clotted blood and grime.

It revealed a series of hideous wounds underneath.

Some of the shallower ones, after the Killing Technique was activated overnight.

A thin scab has already formed.

Deeper ones, like the one around the waist.

Although the bleeding has stopped, the flesh is still torn and rolled up, making it a frightening sight.

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts.

But Chen Xing just grinned, feeling more of an emptiness after the exhilaration.

And... a strong anticipation for the system panel in my mind.

[Name]: Chen Xing

[Realm]: First-level warrior (median) +

[Unlock Divine Position]: None (+)

[Current Divine Ability]: Slaughter Technique (Beginner Level)

[Kill Value]: 870/1000

After a night of fighting, my kill count soared to 870!

Only 130 points are needed to unlock the Monkey King!

His cultivation level also rose from the lower level to the middle level, and his physical strength significantly increased.

"Almost there... Monkey King, wait for me."

Chen Xing dried himself off and looked in the mirror.

His eyes burned as he looked at the crisscrossing scars on his body.

Chen Qingshan came in carrying a first-aid kit.

She quietly helped him treat his deeper wounds.

The movements were rough but careful.

The disinfectant irritated the wound, and Chen Xing's muscles only twitched slightly.

He didn't even utter a sound.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Qingshan asked in a muffled voice.

"It hurts," Chen Xing answered honestly, then added.

His tone carried a strange sense of lingering pleasure, "But the more it hurts, the more pleasurable it is."

Chen Qingshan's hand trembled, and the cotton swab almost pierced the wound.

He raised his head.

He looked at Chen Xing with a horrified expression, as if to say, "Does my son have some kind of weird fetish?"

Chen Xing: "...What I mean is, getting injured can stimulate my talent potential and make me stronger."

"oh."

Chen Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry in his eyes didn't lessen much.

"Don't push yourself so hard next time, take it one step at a time."

"Okay, Dad."

After treating his wounds, Chen Xing went straight to sleep.

Overwhelmed by both physical and mental exhaustion, he slept soundly.

He was awakened by a rapid ringing of his cell phone around noon. It was the principal.

"Chen Xing! Come to school right now!"

"The admissions officers from all four major Wuhan universities are here! They're in my office! Quickly!"

Chen Xing sat up abruptly, aggravating his wound.

He winced in pain, but his eyes lit up.

Investors, no, admissions officers, why are you so eager?

When he changed into clean clothes.

When they arrived at the principal's office, they found that Xia Qingyun and Lin Moyan were already there.

Xia Qingyun remained aloof, dressed in an elegant dress.

Sitting quietly to the side, as if untouched by worldly concerns.

Lin Moyan, meanwhile, was holding his broken wooden guitar, leaning against the window.

Bored, she strummed the strings, but when she saw Chen Xing come in, her eyes lit up, and she winked at him.

In the office sofa area, four people with very different personalities were sitting.

But both men and women exuded a rather powerful aura.

The moment Chen Xing pushed the door open and entered, four pairs of eyes focused on him simultaneously.

With an undisguised scorching heat.

"Chen Xing, you're here. Please have a seat." The principal greeted him with a ruddy complexion.

Chen Xing sat down in the empty seat, calmly accepting the scrutiny of the four pairs of eyes.

"Well, let me introduce you to the three students."

The principal cleared his throat.

"These four are Teacher Zhang from Beidou Martial Arts University."

"Teacher Su from Shanghai Martial Arts University, Teacher Wang from Shenzhen Martial Arts University, and Instructor Li from Jiangnan Military Martial Arts University."

Teacher Zhang from Beidou is a man who wears gold-rimmed glasses.

The middle-aged man, who looked refined and cultured, pushed up his glasses.

He spoke first, his voice calm yet possessing an inherent persuasiveness:

"Chen Xing, first of all, congratulations on awakening your S-level talent."

"Beidou Wuhan University boasts the best resources, faculty, and cultural heritage in the country."

"Your Battle Saint Body is a combat-specialized talent."

"It requires the guidance of the most advanced martial arts techniques to unleash its full potential."

"Beidou's 'Battle Pavilion' houses the largest collection of combat-related artifacts in the country."

"This is your best choice."

As he spoke, he took out an ancient-looking jade slip, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Chen Xing.

"A small gift for you, a C-grade superior staff technique called 'Mountain Crashing Staff,' which can be both forceful and gentle, and is suitable for power-type martial artists."

"Whatever your final choice, this is my personal decision."

"And a gesture of goodwill from Beidou Wuhan University."

The greeting gift is a C-level superior staff technique?

Beidou is indeed rich and powerful.

Chen Xing didn't stand on ceremony, picked up the jade slip, felt its coolness to the touch, and nodded:

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

"We have seen Beidou's sincerity, but Shanghai is not far behind."

Beside her, the woman was wearing a well-fitting suit.

She wore bright red lipstick.

The confident and mature Ms. Su chuckled softly, her voice magnetic.

"We have just as many resources as Beidou, and we are more flexible and respect students' individual development more."

"What do you want? Cultivation techniques, combat skills, elixirs, special training grounds..."

"We can even discuss special practical opportunities, as long as they are reasonable."

She also took out a small jade bottle and gently placed it in front of Chen Xing.

"The third-grade healing elixir, 'Muscle Regenerating and Bone Healing Ointment,' has remarkable effects on external injuries, especially lacerations and bone injuries."

"You worked hard last night, you'll need this."

Very thoughtful and practical.

Chen Xing nodded again and accepted it: "Thank you, Teacher Su."

"Haha, you two teachers are so refined, while I, Old Wang, am a rough man!"

Professor Wang from Wuhan University in Shenzhen is a burly man with a thick beard and a booming voice.

He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Chen Xing, we locals don't talk about those empty words!"

"Shenzhen Wuhan University is backed by the Southern Theater Command; it may not have much else, but it offers plenty of real-world combat opportunities!"

"We have designated slots for the buffer zone, the warning zone, and even the occasional small beast tide outside the city walls!"

"Besides, it's close to home, so it's convenient to take care of things if anything happens to your family!"

He patted his chest,

"As long as you nod, your dad's demon hunter squad will be allowed into the buffer zone from now on."

"Our intelligence department at Shenzhen Martial Arts University will prioritize providing you with information on monster movements and resource points!"

"How about it, is it reliable?"

Finally, there's Instructor Li from Jiangnan Military Training School, with a buzz cut and an upright posture like a pine tree.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and he remained silent.

After all three had finished speaking, he spoke in a deep voice, concise and to the point:

"Military discipline is strict, and training is arduous, but it produces great generals."

"Your fighting style is ruthless and decisive, which is well-suited for the battlefield."

"Come to Military Weapons, learn the art of killing systematically, and graduate as an officer who can directly lead teams to carry out extermination missions."

"Your talent can be converted into strength and merit the fastest in the military."

There were no gifts, no promises, only the stark reality of the battlefield.

Four brands, four styles, four temptations.

The principal then spoke up at the opportune moment: "Four teachers, would you please give the three students some time to discuss this privately?"

The four admissions officers exchanged glances and nodded.

I got up and left the office temporarily.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Moyan, who had been so serious just moments before, immediately grabbed his guitar and sidled up to Chen Xing.

Lowering his voice, his tone was excited:

"Chen Xing! Brother Xing! You're awesome! I saw that photo from last night, over forty of them!"

"There's a second tier! How did you do that?"

"Take me with you next time you go out of town!"

"My S-rank character, the [Swan Song Demon], can increase attack speed and damage with her music, and initiate team fights! She can even occasionally carry!"

"I guarantee you'll kill faster and more satisfyingly!"

"How about we call our group 'Xingtian Band'?"