Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 41 Man and Sword as One, Reigning Supreme

The Seven Kill Sword and the Broken Army Sword clashed and were immediately withdrawn. The crisp sound of the two swords clashing carried far and wide.

The birds that nested in the distant forests were startled by the sound of the two swords clashing and flew up from the trees, not daring to land for a long time.

Sword Douluo still suppressed his soul power to a level similar to Ning Qiuyang's, but his sword comprehension was genuine and could not be suppressed.

The two fought with lightning speed, so fast that Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing couldn't even see their movements clearly.

Although Ning Qiuyang has improved significantly, when the two exchanged blows using the Seven Kill Sword Technique, Ning Qiuyang's proficiency in the Seven Kill Sword Technique could never compare to that of the Sword Douluo, who had been immersed in it for many years.

"Where's the new sword technique you mentioned? You're not just kidding me, are you?"

After another confrontation, the two stood facing each other from a distance.

Chen Xin remained expressionless, while Ning Qiuyang was slightly out of breath, and there was a tear on the right side of his collar.

Unlike the sparring session when they left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, this time Chen Xin held nothing back in his swordsmanship, putting a lot of pressure on Ning Qiuyang.

"Grandpa Sword, be careful, I haven't fully mastered this sword technique yet."

When Chen Jianjun first taught him the Sovereign Sword Technique, Ning Qiuyang was still unable to use it.

After witnessing the battle between Chen Jianjun and Qian Daoliu, he gained some insights. As he further pondered the sword intent imprint left to him by Chen Jianjun, although he was still unable to fully utilize this sword technique, he could still achieve about 30-40% of its effectiveness.

"Go ahead and make your move," Sword Douluo said.

The next moment, Sword Douluo sensed that Ning Qiuyang's sword intent had changed.

The Seven Kill Sword Technique, which was once unstoppable and invincible, has been transformed into something magnificent, majestic, and supreme.

"This sword intent?"

Chen Xin was shocked. He could actually sense the sword aura of his father, who had passed away many years ago, in Ning Qiuyang's sword intent.

Ning Qiuyang's forehead was slightly sweaty. Using the "Ruling the World" technique was still a bit of a burden for him.

"Nine Treasures Glazed Glass: first, strength; second, speed."

With Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in hand and two amplifying soul skills empowering Ning Qiuyang, Ning Qiuyang immediately felt much more relaxed.

"Rongrong, you're so biased in helping that kid Ning Qiuyang, Old Sword Man is going to be heartbroken," Bone Douluo said gloatingly.

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and said:
"Grandpa Jian is so powerful, he won't mind."

Chen Xin didn't mind at all; he hadn't even noticed that Ning Rongrong had helped Ning Qiuyang.

He was completely absorbed in Ning Qiuyang's sword intent, as if he could see a familiar figure smiling at him.

"Grandpa Jian, if you keep getting distracted, you're going to lose."

With Chen Xin's willpower, he would never lose focus during a battle.

But this was a friendly sparring match, and Ning Qiuyang's swordsmanship gave him a familiar feeling, which caused him to lose his focus for a moment.

"bring it on."

The sword intent of Chenxin soared to the sky. Originally, he was testing Ning Qiuyang, but now it seemed as if he was facing a test from someone else.

Ning Qiuyang's sword aura had reached its peak, and he exuded an aura of supreme power.

The "Reign Supreme" sword technique was used by Ning Qiuyang for the first time.

Faced with the overwhelming power of the emperor, Chen Xin felt immense pressure, as if he had returned to his childhood and was being taught swordsmanship by Chen Jianjun.

Although he had never seen Junlin Tianxia before, he was quite certain that this was his father's swordsmanship.

"After all these years, I never thought I would see your swordsmanship again. I can improve too."

Under the overwhelming sword intent, Chen Xin actually merged with his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, achieving the state of divine sword as one.

"That old swordsman, he's fouling."

Bone Douluo discovered that Chen Xin had used more soul power than Ning Qiuyang, otherwise he would never have been able to achieve perfect harmony between man and sword.

On one side was the dazzling sun, and on the other was the unstoppable Seven Kill Sword. The moment they clashed, boundless sword intent burst forth. "This old guy, he doesn't hold back when he fights."

Bone Douluo's martial soul, the Bone Dragon, appeared and blocked all the sword energy. Otherwise, if these sword energies had been allowed to fall, the support-type soul masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, who didn't have much self-defense ability, might have been injured.

Ning Rongrong asked nervously:

"Grandpa Bone, will Brother Qiuyang get hurt? Oh, and Grandpa Sword too."

Ning Rongrong hadn't completely forgotten Chen Xin, but Chen Xin was, after all, a Title Douluo, so he certainly wouldn't be so easily injured.

The light faded, and the sword intent subsided.

Ning Qiuyang and Sword Douluo were very close. Chen Xin had already withdrawn from the state of man and sword as one, and Ning Qiuyang's aura of dominating the world had also dissipated.

"Where did you learn this sword technique?" Sword Douluo asked.

Ning Qiuyang said, "Grandpa Sword should have guessed it by now. This sword technique of mine was taught to me by Senior Chen Jianjun."

As expected, Chen Xin had already made up her mind, but hearing Ning Qiuyang admit it in person still filled her with emotion.

Although he was somewhat puzzled as to how Ning Qiuyang had encountered his father, who had been deceased for many years, he figured it must be related to the divine test Ning Qiuyang had mentioned.

Chen Xin simply asked, "What is the name of this sword technique?"

"To rule the world."

"Hahaha, as expected of him, the name he chose is so majestic and domineering. No wonder he still challenged Qian Daoliu even though he knew he was no match for him."

"Grandpa Sword, Senior Chen Jianjun taught me this sword technique, perhaps intending for me to teach it to you..."

Chen Xin waved his hand.

“My swordsmanship is different from my father’s. I have walked my own path and no longer need to imitate him. His swordsmanship is very good, but I also have my own path to walk.”

Although Chen Xin's current realm is not yet comparable to Chen Jianjun's, it is already very close.

To surpass one's father's achievements, imitation is not an option; one must forge one's own path.

Ning Rongrong then asked, "Grandpa Jian, who won, you or Brother Qiuyang?"

Chen Xin's smile froze instantly.

Bone Douluo asked with ill intent, "That's right, I also want to know who won. That old guy seems to have used more soul power than Qiu Yang. He won't deny it, will he?"

Chen Xin glared at Bone Douluo, panting heavily.

He did use a bit more soul power just now, but apart from Bone Douluo, no one else should have noticed. This old bone actually said it in front of so many people.

Ning Qiuyang said, "Rongrong helped me just now, so even if..."

Sword Douluo interrupted with a stern face:

"It's Rongrong's business to help you. I did use too much soul power just now, so I lost this time."

But then he glanced at the gloating Bone Douluo.

"Although I lost, I gained some insights and plan to go into seclusion for a period of time to cultivate, which may allow me to make a breakthrough."

Now it was Bone Douluo's turn to lose his smile.

Chen Xin's soul power was already one level higher than his. After this seclusion, will he break through again?

At their level, even a small breakthrough is hard-won, which made Bone Douluo somewhat envious.

Chen Xin smiled and patted Gu Rong on the shoulder.

"Old bones, I'll have to trouble you to take care of me for the next few days. I'll thank you properly once I break through and emerge from seclusion."

Ancient banyan tree: ...

thank you!

(End of this chapter)