Broken Sword

Shave!

"So fast?!"

Sword Douluo was startled. He had never imagined Qian Guxing could move so fast.

By then, Qian Guxing had already appeared behind Sword Douluo, Destruction's longsword thrusting straight at his heart from behind.

As the foremost person on the continent renowned for a Sword Martial Soul, Sword Douluo naturally could not be hurt so easily. With a slight turn of his body, he dodged Qian Guxing's lethal strike.

Qian Guxing was not surprised. On the contrary, if such a simple sneak attack had worked, he would have had to question whether Sword Douluo lived up to his reputation.

Seeing his first sword strike miss, Qian Guxing drew back his sword and swung his blade. The Falling Star Heavenly Blade flashed with a cold gleam, and surging blade Qi formed a flying slash that swept out in all directions!

Sword Douluo's pupils contracted. He could scarcely believe it. From start to finish, Qian Guxing had not even revealed a Soul Ring, which meant that both the movement technique behind his high-speed dash and this flying slash were Self-Created Soul Skills he had mastered.

He had mastered a flying slash at only six years old.

Such talent was simply heaven-defying!

At that moment, Sword Douluo even felt a trace of regret. If Qian Guxing were his disciple, he would surely train him to become the strongest swordsman on the Douluo Continent!

Unfortunately, there were no what-ifs.

Qian Guxing just had to belong to Spirit Hall.

As the slash was about to reach him, Sword Douluo summoned the Seven Kill Sword with a thought. The treasured sword shone with a chilling light and brimmed with killing intent. Its mere appearance wiped Qian Guxing's flying slash away without a trace!

"Is that the Seven Kill Sword?"

Qian Guxing studied the Seven Kill Sword with great interest. It was reputed to be the strongest Sword Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent, and it truly did radiate killing intent. There was something extraordinary about it.

But Qian Guxing was more confident in his own weapons, especially the Falling Star Heavenly Blade.

As a weapon from the world of Bleach, a Zanpakutō was bound to its wielder's soul. The stronger the soul, the stronger the Zanpakutō.

It could be called a superweapon with no upper limit.

If Qian Guxing could master Bankai in the future,

the Falling Star Heavenly Blade's power would surpass even an ordinary divine-level Martial Soul, or even a Super Divine Artifact!

"Young friend, let's stop here." Sword Douluo sensed the fighting spirit in Qian Guxing's eyes and felt a desire to preserve such talent. A swordsman had to press ever forward, and the more arrogant Qian Guxing was, the more Sword Douluo liked him.

But Qian Guxing had come both for the system mission and to test his current strength. How could he give up so easily? He smiled and said,

"Senior Sword Douluo, the warm-up just ended."

Looking at the spirited Qian Guxing, Sword Douluo fell into a brief daze. He had once been the same, looking down on everything under heaven and believing his sword heart was unmatched.

But his father had broken his sword at Qian Daoliu's hands. That was the first time Sword Douluo had faced reality.

Later, he joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and became its guardian Douluo. More and more worldly trifles had bound him down. Like his name, Chen Xin-dusty heart—his sword heart had been veiled by the dust of the mortal world.

For he knew not how many years, his understanding of the sword had been unable to advance any further.

Facing Qian Guxing, Sword Douluo remembered his younger self, and a somewhat base thought arose in his heart.

You are a young genius, and your sword heart presses ever forward.

Then this old man will become the first enemy to stand against that invincible sword heart of yours!

From now on, you will have to face me as a great mountain on your path of the sword!

Sword Douluo held his hand over the Seven Kill Sword, fighting spirit kindling in his eyes.

Qian Guxing stood fearless, the Falling Star Heavenly Blade resting on his shoulder and Destruction's longsword in his hand. He planted his feet on the ground, with no need for hand seals.

Deep Forest Emergence!

Endless vines burst up through the earth.

Caught completely off guard, Sword Douluo was startled. He had always thought Qian Guxing possessed a tool Martial Soul. He had never imagined Qian Guxing could unleash such an astonishing control-type Soul Skill in an instant!

Hu Liena looked at the ocean of vines surging like waves and remembered the day Qian Guxing had whipped her. Her pretty face flushed slightly.

It was the first time either Chrysanthemum Douluo or Ghost Douluo had seen Qian Guxing fight. Their expressions froze, full of disbelief.

Could a six-year-old child really unleash a Soul Skill on such a massive scale?

Where did he get so much Soul Power?!

The same question was on the minds of Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, who were watching from a distance. They were nearly petrified on the spot.

A six-year-old child had unleashed a Soul Skill on at least the scale of a Soul King's. Who would believe it?!

Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled with little stars. The word "admiration" might as well have been written across her face.

As the target of the attack, Sword Douluo could clearly feel how terrifying Deep Forest Emergence was. Its range was absurd, its scale was absurd, and it had no technique-just sheer brute force.

Sword Douluo gripped the Seven Kill Sword, no longer daring to take his opponent lightly. The treasured sword sang, and sword Qi immediately crisscrossed the air.

The surrounding vines were shredded by the sharp sword Qi, becoming a rain of fragments.

"Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!"

No sooner had Sword Douluo broken Deep Forest Emergence than he saw hundreds of Qian Guxings charging at him from the air and the ground, from above and below, left and right, and every direction!

Even Sword Douluo froze for a moment. There was no helping it. All of Qian Guxing's methods of attack defied common sense so thoroughly that they could not be judged by ordinary standards.

No, they're all clones that can't withstand a single blow!

Sword Douluo proved worthy of his countless battles. With the Seven Kill Sword in hand, he swung just once, and his sword Qi became countless icy streaks that burst the Shadow Clones one after another.

The real one is here!

As the number of clones rapidly dwindled, Sword Douluo pinpointed Qian Guxing's real body in an instant. The corner of his mouth curled up. You may be a peerless genius, but you haven't grown up yet. You'll still lose to me!

It's over.

This match.

Sword Douluo thrust the Seven Kill Sword straight forward.

It pierced clean through Qian Guxing's body.

How could this be?!

Sword Douluo's pupils widened slightly. Qian Guxing's status was special, and Sword Douluo could not truly harm him under any circumstances. He had clearly held back his strength and calculated the distance.

In the instant Sword Douluo was stunned,

the Qian Guxing before him turned into an energy form and dissipated.

The next moment,

killing intent came from behind him.

Sword Douluo had already lost his chance to dodge. He could only hastily circulate his Soul Power, and Soul Power at the Titled Douluo level erupted with a roar.

Qian Guxing was sent flying. He floated down to the ground and staggered several steps.

But no one present looked at Qian Guxing.

Every gaze was fixed on Sword Douluo.

Drip~

The sound of blood dripping was faint, yet at that moment it weighed as heavily as thunder.

A blade wound had appeared on the back of Sword Douluo's white-clad figure, running from his shoulder to his waist. Scarlet blood stained his white robes red.

I lost.

I actually lost to a six-year-old child.

In that instant, Sword Douluo seemed to age decades. He stood there as if carved from wood, unable to hear any sound around him, replaying Qian Guxing's slash over and over in his mind.

It was no exaggeration to say that if Sword Douluo had not unleashed his Soul Power in time, Qian Guxing's slash would have been enough to cleave him in two!

At six years old, he had challenged a Titled Douluo!

Who would believe it if they were told?!

Yet Qian Guxing had nearly done it!

Even though Sword Douluo himself had underestimated his opponent,

the facts were still the facts.

"I wanted to defeat him as his elder and damage his sword heart, but I never expected to go after a chicken only to lose the rice I used to lure it. Instead, I nearly lost my own life."

Sword Douluo gave a bitter laugh. At that moment, he truly felt old, no longer worthy of being called a swordsman.

His sword heart, once merely covered in dust, now bore a crack deep enough to expose the bone!

"I lost."

Sword Douluo returned to Ning Fengzhi's side.

Ning Fengzhi tried several times to speak, but in the end, he said nothing.

On Spirit Hall's side, by contrast, everyone felt vindicated.

Of all those who claimed that the Upper Three Sects were united as one, Ning Fengzhi had shouted the loudest.

Now, Qian Guxing, a six-year-old child, had made the sect's guardian Douluo, Chen Xin, admit defeat with his own mouth. It was a resounding slap in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's face!

Qian Guxing himself remained calm. After hearing the system notification and confirming that he had received the Everlasting Spring Art as his reward, he was in quite a good mood.

He did not let it go to his head. He had been able to hurt Chen Xin mainly because he had caught him at an information disadvantage.

Deep Forest Emergence had blocked sight and perception.

The Multiple Shadow Clone Technique had formed a second layer of deception.

The External Soul Bone, Nightmare Mark, had formed a third layer of deception.

All of this had happened in a brief instant, one layer over another, finally making Chen Xin mistake the Nightmare Clone for Qian Guxing's real body. As a result, he had neglected his defense from behind, creating the conditions for Qian Guxing to hurt him.

Even so, a Titled Douluo was a Titled Douluo. At the critical moment, Chen Xin had still reacted, turning a potentially fatal attack into a shallow external wound.

Qian Guxing did not mind. Winning and obtaining the system reward was enough.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had no face to remain. Ning Fengzhi hurried away with the reluctant Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo, whose sword heart had been damaged, and the others.

Bibi Dong picked Qian Guxing up. She had watched the entire fight and was quite surprised by the strength he had displayed.

But he was her disciple, after all, and he had brought her honor. That put Bibi Dong in a very good mood. She gave Qian Guxing a gentle peck on the cheek and smiled.

"You did well. What reward would you like?"