Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1495 The Seven Killers' Legitimate Lineage Has a Minor Flaw

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"Qinggang Sword... is there really no one left?" Dugu Fu asked in a low voice.

"That must be so," Chen Shurui sighed. "Since then, the name 'Qinggang Sword' has truly become a thing of the past."

Chen Xiaojun's tone was slightly low: "According to the clan, when the ancestor Chen Ling received the news and rushed to the Chen clan's main ancestral home... it was already a scene of devastation. In such a large settlement, it was almost impossible to find anyone still breathing."

He paused for a moment: "In a fit of grief and rage, the Ancestor took action and killed on the spot the elder of the Zhitian Sect who was in charge of this massacre... a genuine Super Douluo."

"The rest of the Zhitian Sect members were also killed by the various clansmen who arrived later."

“And at that time,” Chen Xiaojun’s voice grew even more somber, “the current head of the Chen family was lying in a pool of blood, his life hanging by a thread.”

"In his final moments, he mustered his last breath and personally handed over the Ancestral Dharma Disc, which symbolized the main lineage and bore the core secrets and laws of the sect, to the Ancestor of Dust Spirit."

"There is no other reason than that the ancestor of the Dust Spirit at that time... was still a direct descendant of the Chen family."

"The handover of this Dharma disc is both a entrustment of the orphanage and a heavy responsibility of passing on the torch."

The final words, like the lingering echo of a sigh, were heavy with emotion.

Another violent clash erupted from the stage between the Seven Kill Sword and the Demon Shadow Heavy Sword, sparks flying everywhere.

Dugu Fu pondered for a moment: "In other words, these descendants who possess mutated swords do not harbor resentment towards the Chen family, but rather... are dissatisfied that the Chen family has replaced the original Qinggang Sword Sect?"

“That’s exactly right!” Chen Shurui nodded, his tone knowing. “We come from the same source, so we have no enmity with the Chen family. But to say that we are ‘convinced’ is not true.”

“Especially since my Chen family took over the name of the ‘orthodox’ lineage, these mutated branches of the family have always harbored a certain resentment.”

"The reason why Feng Sha is fighting Chen Mu to the death today is because of this."

Just then, another loud bang was heard on the stage, and dust billowed into the sky, clearly indicating that the two sides were clashing again!
Chen Shurui's gaze pierced through the smoke and dust: "This Wind Strike... Wind Demon Sword Martial Soul... Normally as light as the wind, when it erupts, a demonic shadow enters the body, and the sword's momentum is like a mountain collapsing."

"Now, I have reached the peak of the seventh-grade martial spirit realm... and I am only one step away from the eighth-grade profound gate."

Chen Xiaojun did not laugh, but gazed into the distance, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible emotion: "Taking the wind as its form and demons as its power, hence the name Wind Demon!"

Zhu Wuneng seemed to understand something and tentatively asked Chen Shurui, "Young Master, does Eighth Young Master mean that... their lineage is no longer considered part of our Chen family's genealogy?"

“That’s right.” Chen Shurui nodded, his tone certain. “After the Chen family collapsed back then, each branch was like a candle flickering in the wind.”

"The Chen family inherited the orthodox lineage, integrated and accepted other branches, and also received the most resources and support."

"But there are also those like Fengmojian, who feel that their martial spirit is unique and their combat power is strong, and choose to set up their own sect and live independently."

"This Wind Demon Sword is an independent sword lineage that has long since broken away from Chen Chen's main branch."

The fierce battle on the stage seemed to have entered a brief stalemate, with both sides catching their breath.

Dugu Fu looked at Feng Chana's stubborn figure and whispered:

"With his dedication, he must be the most hardworking person of his generation in his family, right?"

“He should be a leader.” Chen Bin, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, his voice cool and concise.

All eyes were once again focused on the smoke and dust of the Soul Arena, where Chen Mu and Feng Sha clashed again.

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The heavy gale swept past Chen Mu's body several times, leaving more or less scars; Chen Mu's cunning and swift Seven Kill Sword also added one wound after another of varying depths to Feng Sha's burly body.

Feng Sha was covered in blood, especially his right arm, which was bleeding profusely, but the fierce fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish but increased.

The Wind Demon Heavy Sword, wreathed in demonic shadows, pointed at Chen Mu and roared, "Again!"

Ignoring his injuries, he launched another preemptive attack.

Demonic flames surged in Feng Sha's eyes, and deep purple demonic shadows erupted around him.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Wind Demon Prison Suppression!"

The demonic shadows surged like liquid, covering the sword's body, and the dark heavy sword instantly grew three-tenths of its size.

He shattered the ground, his body soaring into the air, his arms bulging with veins like dragons, and the heavy sword, wrapped in viscous, dark wind, carried the force of splitting mountains, tearing through the air and emitting muffled thunder as it pressed down on Chen Mu.

Before the heavy pressure even arrived, the stone slabs on the ground had already collapsed by an inch.

Faced with this devastating blow, Chen Mu stood firmly on his feet, refusing to retreat even a step.

The Seven Kill Sword suddenly hummed, the arm pulled back fiercely, and the soul power in the body surged and poured in like a rushing river.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Seven Kill Annihilation!"

The sword moved with the sound, and a sharp, cold light, as condensed as a comet crashing to the ground, tore through space and pierced straight ahead.

The point taken was neither sharp nor bladed, but rather the central core of the thickest spine of the sword, where the demonic shadows churned, contained the weight of mountains, and concentrated the power of the entire sword!

"clang----!!!!"

A deafening metallic roar suddenly shattered the eardrums.

A chaotic purple-blue shockwave erupted from the point where the swords clashed, instantly sending rubble and dust flying ten feet into the air.

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, exploded in a ring shape, causing the tough blue steel rock beneath their feet to crack inch by inch, and the half-foot-thick stone slabs to be lifted up and shattered.

Feng Sha felt an icy, bone-chilling, and extremely sharp penetrating force strike the strongest point on the sword's spine.

This force, capable of piercing through a surface, was like a red-hot iron cone violently piercing through raw iron, forcefully tearing apart the condensed power of the mountain from within.

"puff!"

“Crack!”

The terrifying impact pierced through the sword, and his already overburdened right arm trembled violently, the skin at the base of his thumb tearing and bleeding.

The heavy Wind Demon Greatsword was thrown high into the air by the terrifying impact, almost slipping out of his hand.

The demonic shadow fluctuated violently, and its oppressive force, as heavy as a mountain, instantly crumbled.

A flaw has appeared!

It was in that instant when the force was out of control and the center of gravity was unstable.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Mu used the powerful rebound force of the heavy sword to spin his body like a windmill, using the "Seven Star Step - Jade Balance" technique to smoothly cut to the left side where the wind's power was weak (avoiding the bleeding right side of his body).

"Oops!"

Feng Sha instinctively reached out with his left arm to protect himself, but Chen Mu's Seven Kill Sword had already pierced out.

"A lone peak pointing to a star!"

The Lone Peak Sword Technique's killing move is as swift as a startled swan at the tip of the sword, lacking any violent momentum, but possessing only a penetrating power concentrated to the extreme.

quick! allow! ruthless!
That blue streak had precisely pierced the weak point in Feng Sha's soul power defense. The chilling cold of death instantly froze Feng Sha's blood; he leaned back with all his might, his throat already stinging.

The sword tip hovered, steadily positioned an inch in front of Feng Sha's Adam's apple.

The chilling sword energy pierced the skin, and a drop of blood slowly seeped out.

The sword tip hovered three inches from Feng Sha's throat, the surging sword energy piercing his skin and drawing out a drop of blood.

Time seemed to freeze.

Feng Sha's heavy sword hovered in mid-air, his taut soul power suddenly dissipating, and the burning fighting spirit in his eyes transformed into a sense of defeat and relieved understanding. He slowly lowered the Wind Demon Sword.

Chen Mu's face was ashen, his sword hovering over his enemy's throat, his expression calm and unwavering: "Brother Cen, how is it?"

Feng Sha's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he finally closed his eyes: "Seven Killers... lives up to its name."

"I never expected that I, Cen Pengfeng, could not even defeat you with the Seven Star Sword of the Chen Clan. I have lost."

Chen Mu said with a dark face, "Hey, hey, hey, I am the fourth ranked in the Seven Star Sword and the 32nd in the Prodigy rankings."

Feng Sha didn't say much, but said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Is that so?!"

Chen Mu rolled his eyes, sheathed his sword, and the lightning dissipated: "You flatter me."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Feng Sha said in a low voice, "Next time, we'll settle this once and for all."

After speaking, he turned and walked off the fighting platform. His back was still straight, but he no longer had any fighting spirit.

Chen Mu stood still, watching him merge into the Shenfeng team, bringing this intense team battle and brief individual confrontation to a close.

Kamikaze was ultimately defeated.

……

On the high platform, Tang Yue raised his thick eyebrows, a hint of ambiguous admiration in his eyes, and cupped his hands to Chen Menglin sitting beside him, saying, "Brother Menglin, congratulations."

Chen Menglin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "Brother Tang Yue, you flatter me. It's just children playing around."

……

Chang'an College students left amidst enthusiastic applause.

Chen Xiaojun's move this time undoubtedly made him the focus of everyone's attention—after all, he was the top-ranked person on the list of geniuses within the Heavenly Dou Empire.

His status as the third-ranked scholar on the Heavenly Pride Ranking gives his every move a natural aura of prestige.

In this battle, he fought against three opponents with ease and grace.

His subsequent tactical deployment and precise entry capabilities allowed 120,000 viewers to witness firsthand the "Peerless Prince's" combat prowess.

……

However, many people disagree.

For example, in VIP box number 121, the Oasis team was playing.

A slightly different atmosphere permeated the private room.

A tall, imposing man with long, reddish-brown hair, over 1.9 meters tall, stood prominently in front of the large French windows. His skin was smooth as jade, radiating a restrained, precious glow.

He is Long Xiaoqian, the captain of the Oasis team, who ranks 22nd on the Prodigy Ranking.

He stared in the direction of the passage where the Chang'an team had disappeared, his tone calm but with an indescribable scrutiny: "Xiaotian, is this the Chen family's third-ranked scholar whom you admire so much? His strength is indeed very strong, but... he only meets expectations."

Standing by the window, Vice Captain Mo Xiaotian's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

This hero, ranked 39th on the list of prodigies, fought a great battle with Chen Jianzun at the Chen family's coming-of-age banquet four years ago. Now, his soul power has broken through to level 56, and his ranking and strength evaluation are even above He Qiang's.

"Oh? Xiaoqian, what's your opinion?" he asked with a smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Long Xiaoqian's tone remained unchanged: "Based on what I just saw, the sword that split the tornado was indeed a highlight, demonstrating the power of a Soul Saint. However, looking at the whole scene, the overall performance was roughly stable at the level of a peak Soul Emperor."

"He is excellent, but... I didn't see anything particularly amazing about him. He doesn't quite match the 'imagination' that comes with his dazzling reputation and third-place ranking."

Chen Haokai, leaning back on the leather sofa, chimed in, "That's exactly right."

"As for the feeling... he is strong, but he doesn't have that kind of absolute dominance that makes people look up to him with awe and despair, and doesn't inspire the desire to catch up. He also hasn't reached the level of 'the higher you climb, the colder it gets' that he described in his own stories."

"Just like the captain said, there's still a bit of a gap between the imposing presence we imagined a peerless genius should have."

"I want an extra sense of shock." Mo Xiaotian smiled, his tone gentle yet meaningful: "Perhaps, they didn't use their full strength?"

Chen Haokai was somewhat indignant, "At least, compared to our captain's strength, the gap isn't as big as the ranking numbers make it out to be, right?"

"Furthermore, the ranking of geniuses is based on battle records, but those records themselves may not be entirely fair."

"Think about our Laghhamma Province. Its semi-desert and semi-arid terrain naturally limits the population and the number of Soul Masters, resulting in a small number of top experts of the same level. Otherwise, the captain's ranking would definitely be higher than this!"

As an important member of the Oasis team, his words revealed a strong sense of belonging to the team as well as a subtle sense of resentment at being in a relatively resource-scarce region.

A radical youth.

Mo Xiaotian smiled faintly and said, "There's no need to belittle yourself."

"It is an indisputable fact that our province's Tiandou Yangtze River Basin is a prime area that has produced many outstanding talents."

Long Xiaoqian frowned slightly, seemingly unwilling to continue on this topic: "Alright, let's not get off-topic."

Chen Haokai shook his head: "Anyway, I'm sure he didn't show any strength that could overpower the captain."

He emphasized, "If we really want to go all out, we still have the enhanced ultimate technique of the second awakening as our trump card!"

Mo Xiaotian seemed to have no intention of arguing with him about this point, and smiled calmly.

Long Xiaoqian waved his hand, signaling to stop the argument.

His gaze shifted to the empty corner seat. "Where's Shanzi?"

Chen Haokai shrugged, glanced around the private room, and casually said, "It was just here."

Mo Xiaotian glanced towards the door of the private room, his smile deepening. "Who knows? Maybe... he went to catch up with his 'old friend'?"

"After all, the one-on-one fight is over, so how about comforting his 'arch-nemesis's' fragile heart?"

All eyes in the private room immediately turned to the empty seat.

The liquid in the crystal glass refracted the dazzling lights of the arena, reflecting the different expressions of the people in the VIP box.

The crowd fell silent, with only faint applause and noise from the outside world remaining.

Praise comes from off the field; scrutiny will be left for later.

(End of this chapter)