What?! That's impossible!
Yu Xiaogang's expression changed dramatically.
They had just returned from a soul beast hunt, and with the help of Flender and Zhao Wuji, they managed to track down a Human-Faced Demon Spider that had just broken through to the ten-thousand-year level.
Tang San had successfully absorbed it as his fourth soul ring.
A ten-thousand-year fourth ring—that was unheard of!
Yu Xiaogang was filled with pride. As his disciple, Tang San had not disappointed him.
He knew better than anyone that a ten-thousand-year soul skill was vastly superior to any thousand-year one. With this breakthrough, Tang San's combat prowess had taken a significant leap forward.
But now, right here on the Shrek Academy training grounds, he froze.
That young man with the Seven Kill Sword martial spirit... he also had a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring!
Since when did ten-thousand-year fourth soul rings become so common?
Not only that, but Chen Feng's second ring also defied convention—it was a thousand-year ring as well.
In terms of spirit ring quality, Chen Feng thoroughly outclassed Tang San.
And more than that, it shattered the theoretical foundations that Yu Xiaogang prided himself on.
For a long moment, he was utterly speechless.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng was momentarily surprised too.
Tang San has already reached the Soul Sect level?
In his previous life, around this time, the Shrek Seven Devils had only recently taken their immortal herbs. It would've taken them at least another six months to reach this level.
And yet, Tang San had surpassed even Dai Mubai and become a Soul Sect already?
A moment of thought, and Chen Feng understood.
In his past life, Tang San hadn't lacked the potential to level up quickly. It was his constant forging and crafting that slowed his cultivation.
This time around, it seemed Tang San had prioritized cultivation, hence the earlier breakthrough.
With that, Chen Feng stepped forward.
"Level 46, Power Attack-type Soul Sect. Martial Spirit: Seven Kill Sword. Please, show me your guidance."
"Level 42, Control-type Soul Sect. Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass. Please advise!"
Tang San's expression was solemn.
He had witnessed Chen Feng in action before. The Seven Kill Sword was incomparably sharp and fierce, not something his plant-type spirit could withstand in confrontation.
Truthfully, he would have preferred to use his Clear Sky Hammer, but... it had no soul rings.
If I get a chance, I'll use the Random Cloak Hammer Technique, Tang San resolved silently.
"First Soul Skill: Entangle!"
While thinking, Tang San didn't remain idle. Facing the strongest offensive martial spirit, standing still was suicide. He quickly created distance, activating his first skill to try and slow Chen Feng down.
But Chen Feng didn't pursue it immediately. Holding his sword, he stood calmly in place.
After all, the opening phase was always for probing.
With a breath, sword energy swirled around him like wind turned to blades. The approaching Blue Silver Grass was shredded to pieces instantly—he didn't even need to swing his sword.
Yu Xiaogang's face grew grim.
"He's pushed the Seven Kill Sword to this level? He's using soul power to control sword qi. Within ten meters, he can injure enemies without even swinging the blade… If this keeps up, he may soon awaken a domain!"
"Domain?" Ma Hongjun asked in confusion.
Yu Xiaogang never took his eyes off the fight. "Yes. The Seven Kill Domain."
The others glanced at each other, their eyes filled with shock.
The Seven Kill Domain was an innate domain tied to the Seven Kill Sword martial spirit, but it wasn't something granted at birth. It had to be trained into existence through sheer effort and mastery.
Even a true prodigy would need to reach the Soul Sage level before even glimpsing it.
Yet here was Chen Feng, a mere Soul Sect, already on the cusp?
"This is the precursor to awakening a domain," Yu Xiaogang said with certainty.
"If he obtains a skull spirit bone or breaks through to Soul Sage, the Seven Kill Domain will surely emerge."
On the battlefield, the Blue Silver Grass surged forward in waves.
Chen Feng raised the Seven Kill Sword and drew a character in the air—the word: "Kill"—before slicing forward with overwhelming force.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Sword qi clashed against the vines, sparking fierce explosions of energy.
Even after soul ring enhancement, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass—known for its extraordinary toughness—was shredded to ribbons.
For the first time, Tang San felt a pressure like never before.
He rapidly activated seven consecutive Blue Silver Prisons just to barely block that single "Kill" slash.
The effort left him panting, one knee on the ground, drenched in sweat.
But Chen Feng didn't stop.
Once his assault began, it was like a roaring tide—relentless, unstoppable.
Swoosh!
A sharp hiss cut through the air. The Seven Kill Sword pierced forward with terrifying force.
Tang San sidestepped at the last possible moment, narrowly evading what would've been a killing blow.
The tip of the sword passed within a centimeter of his throat.
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step!"
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed—he recognized it instantly.
That mysterious footwork was exactly what let Tang San narrowly escape death.
But you think you're the only one with movement techniques?
Chen Feng scoffed inwardly.
He had spent six years honing his physique and had trained the Divine Dragon Nine Shadows to a solid level, specifically to counter Tang San.
With a flicker of his feet, five identical clones of Chen Feng appeared—each wielding a Seven Kill Sword, each radiating killing intent as they charged.
Under the enhancement of Divine Dragon Nine Shadows, every copy was eerily real, swift, and lethal.
Even with the help of Purple Demon Eye, Tang San could only barely react in time to dodge the attacks.
"Second Soul Skill: Parasite!"
"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entangle!"
"Third Soul Skill: Spider Web Restraint!"
Tang San shouted, his black hair flying wildly as several strands were sliced clean off by the sword qi.
Facing five doppelgängers, he had no more room to retreat. He unleashed all three soul skills at once.
But he wasn't naive.
He knew better than anyone—those alone weren't enough to stop the Seven Kill Sword.
All he could do was stall Chen Feng, to buy himself a single breath of recovery.
Suddenly, a flash of dark light streaked across the field—
Tang San's trump card: Clear Sky Hammer!
Without hesitation, he activated his Random Cloak Hammer Technique!
Outside the arena, the Shrek students watched in stunned silence, hearts pounding.
Among the younger generation, who else could push Tang San this far?
The match had barely begun, yet both sides had already revealed all their trump cards.
Even Tang San's second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, had been brought out.
SHING—!
As soon as Tang San swung the hammer, his three soul skills were shattered instantly.
Chen Feng burst through, Seven Kill Sword blazing with purple light.
"Third Soul Skill: Swift Sword Like Wind!"
The purple ring lit up as Chen Feng lunged forward.
CLANG!
The deafening clash of metal echoed across the arena.
The Clear Sky Hammer was knocked high into the air from the impact, but the Seven Kill Sword was also knocked slightly off course.
Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step to dodge at the last instant.
"Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon!"
The black warhammer, spinning midair, was suddenly pulled back by a mysterious force.
It curved in a graceful arc—
The second strike of the Random Cloak Hammer Technique… begins!