Little Seven emerged soon after.
Little Seven had a tall, slender build, slightly taller than Ye Chen. His rabbit eyes were narrow and long, his gaze sharp.
"Although Little Eight is stronger than I am, roughly on par with Second Brother and Third Brother, my trial is far more difficult than his. If you fail to meet the requirements within two years, I will erase you directly."
Little Seven spoke without a trace of emotion.
"Understood."
Ye Chen nodded.
"Very well. I will use only one-thousandth of my strength. If you can defeat me, you will pass."
Any one of the seven was stronger than Ye Chen; it was impossible for him to defeat them at full strength. However, their eldest brother had set a rule for them: they had to suppress their own strength. Little Eight had suppressed his strength the most, but he disliked being defeated by Ye Chen, so he had simply declared Ye Chen passed. Yet Ye Chen had insisted on exchanging a move with him, which was what angered Little Eight.
Without question, Ye Chen lost his first exchange with Little Seven.
Little Seven excelled in leg techniques. Once his long rabbit legs kicked toward Ye Chen, the sky filled with leg shadows. Every single shadow contained explosive power. Ye Chen sensed the five profoundities of earth, water, fire, wind, and power within them. Yet he could tell that Little Seven had not grasped the Law of Power. Still, his leg techniques were far more refined than Ye Chen's swordplay.
"How am I supposed to defeat him in two years?"
That was only one-thousandth of the other party's strength, perhaps not even that. If Little Seven went all out, a single kick could smash him to pieces and erase him from this world.
"Your swordplay