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Chapter 405.

Wang Feng had seen skeleton-type martial soul before, but the drastic transformation Bone Douluo underwent after martial soul possession genuinely surprised him.

This time, Bone Douluo, having observed Sword Douluo's earlier experience, refrained from immediately using his Martial Soul True Body. He wasn't in a rush.

"No, there must be something unique about this," Wang Feng thought to himself. Though the original descriptions of Bone Douluo emphasized his extraordinary defense, they also hinted at his bizarre and unpredictable offensive capabilities.

"Either way, I should seize the initiative—and this is the perfect chance to refine the sword techniques I just learned," Wang Feng decided.

With his blood-patterned energy flaring to life, Wang Feng took action. Without summoning the Qiankun Cauldron, he materialized a sword using the Armored Black Thorn, gripping it firmly in his hand as he charged directly at Bone Douluo.

At this moment, Bone Douluo looked almost as if he were channeling the indestructible power of an ancient being—his entire body shone with a pale golden hue, even his skin radiating an otherworldly metallic glow.

As Wang Feng closed in, Bone Douluo didn't flinch. Three soul rings lit up in sequence around him, their brilliance intensifying the golden aura emanating from his body. A golden barrier shimmered into existence around him like a protective shield.

Simultaneously, sharp bone spurs emerged from his back, while his hands became encased in jagged, thorn-like growths. It was clear that Bone Douluo was prepared for a counterattack—but only after waiting for the right moment.

Bone Douluo's strategy was simple but highly effective. At this stage, he had the upper hand—his defenses were near impenetrable, while his opponent was clearly drained from the previous battle. Letting Wang Feng attack first would conserve his own soul power and force Wang Feng to exhaust what little energy he had left.

Standing motionless, Bone Douluo waited for an opening. Without making a move, he revealed no flaws in his defense, creating an impossible challenge for Wang Feng to exploit.

To most, this would seem a hopeless situation.

But Wang Feng still attacked.

He knew the golden shield would likely negate or block his [Spiritual Seal] soul skill, and that his Qiankun Cauldron [Universe Divine Light] wouldn't be effective if Bone Douluo chose to evade. But none of that deterred him.

As Wang Feng approached, the Armored Black Flying Sword in his hand glimmered brilliantly. With a sudden turn of his wrist, he slashed through the air, conjuring six sword shadows that spiraled and converged mid-flight.

The six shadows wove together into a radiant, white sword net that streaked toward Bone Douluo like a cascading rainbow of light.

Observing this, Sword Douluo, standing off to the side, couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

"The Seven Kills Sword Technique... Though it's not perfect, he's truly grasped its essence..." Sword Douluo murmured in –disbelief.

This technique, one of the foundational moves of the Seven Kills Sword Style, was something Sword Douluo himself had spent countless years perfecting, deriving it from the sword intent within his Seven Kills Sword.

And yet, in a single battle, this young man had not only comprehended the move but also managed to replicate it in his own style.

"Who can even fathom such monstrous talent?" Sword Douluo thought, feeling equal parts awe and unease.

The hope that Wang Feng wouldn't grasp the deeper layers of the technique still lingered in Sword Douluo's heart. Yet, that hope was swiftly crumbling as he continued to watch.Wang Feng wasn't stopping. He wasn't just imitating—he was evolving.

The six sword lights clashed against Bone Douluo's golden barrier, but they only caused faint ripples, leaving no significant impact.

"Hmph," Bone Douluo sneered, maintaining his composure. While mildly impressed by Wang Feng's technique, he wasn't entirely surprised. Sword Douluo had warned him about the White Pontiff uncanny talent.

Wang Feng, undeterred by the result, raised the Armored Black Flying Sword again. A massive surge of sword aura began swirling around him, condensing into six distinct streams. Each one varied in length and shape, resembling six dragons dancing in the air before spiraling together into Wang Feng's palm.

These six sword auras embodied different intents and emotions, each radiating a unique energy. Without hesitation, Wang Feng launched them at Bone Douluo once more.

Sword Douluo, watching from the sidelines, couldn't hide his shock.

"The Seven Emotions? This technique can't be mastered with mere comprehension! How could he..." Sword Douluo's voice trailed off in disbelief.

The Seven Emotions Soul Kill required the wielder to infuse their sword intent with profound emotional resonance—seven distinct emotions, each honed to perfection. Without years of training and life experiences, it was impossible to perform, let alone master. At best, someone might imitate its outward form.

Yet now, what Wang Feng displayed wasn't a crude imitation. It was strikingly close to the real thing.

"Did he grasp it just now... while countering my move?" Sword Douluo's thoughts churned with a mix of awe and unease.

As the six sword auras, imbued with their unique intents, collided with Bone Douluo's golden shield, the barrier shimmered with multicolored hues, rippling with intense vibrations. Yet, Bone Douluo's expression remained calm, even as his surprise grew.

Then, Wang Feng transitioned seamlessly into the final technique of the Seven Kills Sword Style, Mountain Collapsing Sword.

This move was the culmination of raw power, gathering all strength into a single devastating blow. It embodied an overwhelming momentum—majestic, unrelenting, and imbued with a sense of finality.

"This technique... Sword Douluo must have experienced something extraordinary to create it," Wang Feng mused as he unleashed the attack.

The strike was grand and awe-inspiring, yet Wang Feng's execution was still slightly unpolished. It lacked the refined precision of Sword Douluo, but the sheer power was unmistakable.

The golden barrier surrounding Bone Douluo remained unbroken, standing firm against the relentless assault.

But Wang Feng wasn't deterred.

"If one strike doesn't work," Wang Feng thought with a smirk, "I'll attack twice, thrice, a hundred times."

The square erupted with waves of energy as the battle continued. Sword auras streaked through the air like rainbows, illuminating the battlefield with dazzling brilliance.

To the onlookers, the White Pontiff appeared tireless, performing every form of the Seven Kills Sword Style with growing proficiency.

Sword Douluo's astonishment only deepened.

"He's refining the technique mid-battle! Each move is –becoming sharper, more refined... His rate of improvement is terrifying!" Sword Douluo's heart raced.

What he initially regarded as a remarkable talent now felt like witnessing the birth of a prodigious monster.

Bone Douluo, too, began to realize the truth.

"This brat is using me as a practice dummy!"

At first, Bone Douluo had dismissed Wang Feng's attempts as futile. But as the sword techniques grew sharper with each strike, his irritation turned into silent fury.

Still, he maintained his composure.

"Let him try all he wants," Bone Douluo thought, his face darkening. "No matter how skilled his technique becomes–, he can't penetrate my defense. He's exhausting himself pointlessly. Victory is inevitable."

After another attempt at Mountain Collapsing Sword, Wang Feng finally stepped back, his breathing steady but his soul power visibly diminished.

Bone Douluo smiled faintly.

Everything was unfolding as he had anticipated. Though being treated as a sparring partner annoyed him greatly, the outcome was clear. The White Pontiff had pushed himself to his limits, and his soul power was nearly depleted.

Victory was within reach.

"Do you wish to continue?" Bone Douluo asked, his tone calm but tinged with mockery. "Your soul power is almost gone. You cannot break my defense."

"Who says I can't?" Wang Feng replied, his voice steady and confident, his eyes flashing with determination.

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