radicalducati Chapter 8 The way of the sword is not easy, but there are those who strive for its glory!
Chapter 8 The way of the sword is not easy, but there are those who strive for its glory!
[Drawbacks and flaws: The path to mastery is fraught with difficulty, a tragic end.]
The Seven Kill Sword is the ultimate sword spirit. It demands not only talent from the soul master, but also a certain temperament.
[To wield this sword, one must first be sincere with it. If one's conviction is not firm, or one's understanding of the way of the sword is insufficient, reaching level ninety-five in soul power will be like facing an insurmountable chasm, making it impossible to move an inch!]
This is a solitary path of seeking the truth; the slightest misstep will result in the sword breaking and death, halting one's progress for life.
[Success and failure both stem from the sword's spirit.]
After this comment was made, the cheering crowd gradually quieted down.
Level 95... For the vast majority of Soul Masters, this is an unattainable dream.
But for true geniuses, this is a desperate blockade.
This means that the inheritor of the Seven Kill Sword must put in a hundred or a thousand times more effort than ordinary people if they want to stand at the top of the world!
Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.
Beneath the enormous angel statue, the Grand Priest Sendo Ryu stood silently.
As he looked at the evaluations of "belief" and "swordsmanship" on the sky, a ripple of reminiscence appeared in his calm, golden eyes.
"Belief...the way of the sword..."
Qian Daoliu sighed softly, his voice echoing in the empty hall, "That's a very accurate assessment."
His thoughts seemed to drift back to decades ago, to that turbulent era.
That man named Chen Jianjun, that madman who wielded the Seven Kill Sword and challenged him, the "Invincible in the Sky," in pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship.
"Dust-Seeing Lord, your sword is indeed fast and powerful."
Qian Daoliu looked at his palm, as if the sword energy from that battle still lingered there.
"Although you lost that battle, you lost to my level and to the angel. But your dedication to the way of the sword and your unwavering belief still moved me."
"Your son, Chenxin, has also reached this point. Level ninety-seven... no, perhaps in the future, he will go even further than you."
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the sky, seemingly looking towards the distant Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a hint of mutual respect between the strong showing in his eyes.
"The Seven Kill Sword, ranked sixth, truly deserves its place."
As Qian Daoliu whispered, the text on the sky slowly disappeared, replaced by a breathtaking scene of actual combat.
That was the highlight of "Chen Jianjun"!
However, just when everyone thought that the white-clad, awe-inspiring "Sword Dao Chenxin" would appear on the screen, the light and shadow on the sky suddenly changed.
That was neither the square of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School nor the battlefield of Jialing Pass, but a place of raging waves and oppressive dark clouds—the shore of the Western Sea!
In the center of the picture stands not the silver-haired, otherworldly Chen Xin, but a middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes with a resolute face.
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand was thicker than Chen Xin's, and the blade did not flow with pure blue light, but with a chilling scarlet killing aura!
The moment he saw that figure, Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The Sword Douluo, who was always as steady as Mount Tai and whose expression remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, was now trembling violently.
He stared intently at the sky, his eyes instantly turning red, and two lines of tears uncontrollably slid down his cheeks.
"Father... Father..."
Chen Xin's voice was hoarse, filled with endless longing and trembling, "Is it you...?"
The entire continent was in uproar!
"Father? That's Sword Douluo's father?"
"My God! That's Chen Jianjun, the previous successor of the Seven Kill Sword, a level 98 Super Douluo?!"
[Seven Kill Sword: Practical Demonstration (Dust Meets You Chapter)]
In the scene, the wind howls, swirling up thousands of piles of snow.
Dust Lord stands alone with his sword, proudly atop the raging sea.
Opposite him, hovered a figure bathed in holy golden light, its six enormous golden wings blotting out the sky, its sacred aura causing the entire sea to submit to it.
That was the invincible sky back then, the level 99 peerless Douluo—Qian Daoliu!
"Dust-Seeing Lord, you cannot defeat me. Retreat, for though your sword is sharp, it cannot sever the glory of the gods."
Qian Daoliu's voice was loud and majestic, like a divine decree.
However, Chen Jianjun smiled.
He laughed wildly, unrestrainedly. He slowly raised the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Qian Daoliu in the sky, his fighting spirit burning to its extreme, as if he wanted to set the whole world on fire.
"Win? I, Chen Jianjun, have dedicated my life to swordsmanship, never seeking victory or defeat, only—a defeat!"
"Today, I will challenge the Sword Angel with my own blood!"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jianjun's aura suddenly erupted. It wasn't a simple accumulation of soul power, but a fierce and unstoppable momentum!
"Ninth Soul Skill - Divine and Demonic Slash!!"
With a roar, Chen Jianjun seemed to become one with the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.
It seemed as if only this one sword remained in the world.
This sword cut off fear, cut off the way out, and even cut off the chance of life!
A crimson sword aura, a thousand meters long, with earth-shattering power, tore through the golden light and slashed toward the high and mighty angel statue!
At that moment, the world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Everyone in front of the screen held their breath, as if they could feel the determination contained in that sword strike—the unwavering commitment called "martyrdom"!
Inside the offering hall, Qian Daoliu watched this scene, and his originally calm face showed a hint of emotion.
He subconsciously touched his chest, where a very faint sword mark remained, a remnant from that battle years ago.
"A madman..." Qian Daoliu murmured softly, but his tone carried a hint of respect, "but also a worthy opponent."
In the scene, golden light and red light collide violently.
Although the outcome was already predetermined, and although Chen Jianjun ultimately perished, in that instant, the sword he wielded with his mortal body forced Qian Daoliu, a peerless Douluo, to defend with all his might and even retreat half a step!
The sword broke, and the man died.
But that unyielding, resolute sword intent, which transcends the heavens, is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Soul Master.
The scene slowly freezes on the moment when Chen Jianjun collapses from exhaustion, yet still uses his sword to support his body, refusing to fall.
A swordsman would rather break than bend.
This is the unyielding spirit of the Seven Kill Sword.
As the image faded, the entire continent fell into a long silence.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Chen Xin was already in tears.
As he watched his father's departing figure, the bottleneck in his heart that had remained unbroken for many years began to loosen at that moment.
"Father, I understand..." Chen Xin wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the confusion in her eyes dissipating, replaced by an unprecedented determination.
"As long as the sword is there, the person is there; if the sword dies, the person dies. This is the true essence of the Seven Kill Sword."
Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin beside him, whose aura had undergone a transformation, and was overjoyed. At the same time, he was filled with even greater awe for the Heavenly Curtain.
This canopy is not just a record, it's also a message!
As the image faded, Chen Xin closed his eyes, and his aura continued to rise, clearly indicating that he was about to break through!
While everyone was still immersed in the lingering resonance of Chen Jianjun's tragic sword strike, the heavens did not give them much time to grieve.
The golden light converged once more, becoming even more dazzling and radiant.
Top five!
We're finally about to break into the top five!
Everyone instinctively sat up straight, their breathing becoming rapid.
If the top five are the dividing line, then the following martial souls probably each possess terrifying power enough to change the landscape of the continent!
[Top Ten Martial Souls in Douluo Continent]
【TOP5——】