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Chapter 404.

Obviously, if the fight continued, Sword Douluo would inevitably emerge victorious. How could he possibly agree to a draw? Even among Titled Douluos of the same level, few could match him.

At that moment, Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword had fully recovered. The [Universe Divine Light] influence was fleeting, the disparity in soul power was too great. If Sword Douluo pressed his advantage, the White Pontiff would be overwhelmed.

Ning Fengzhi's group was perplexed. But if Sword Douluo had agreed to a draw, there must be a reason.

Wang Feng understood that Sword Douluo had forced a powerful attack with the devolved Seven Kill Sword, a move that would undoubtedly have side effects. Continuing the fight risked a self-inflicted defeat. While he couldn't assist Sword Douluo, he knew the decision to draw was the wisest choice.

Prolonged combat would inflict internal injuries on both sides. A dangerous game.

A cunning thought crossed Wang Feng's mind. If Sword Douluo had used the full Seven Kill Sword technique from the start, even if Wang Feng had survived the three attacks, he would likely have been defeated. However, Sword Douluo wouldn't waste such a powerful move early on. He still had other, less potent soul skills at his disposal. A direct assassination wouldn't be his first strategy.

Of course, if Wang Feng had known about the true power of the Seven Kill Sword, he would have been far more cautious.

"The upcoming battle against Bone Douluo will be challenging," Wang Feng mused. "But perhaps this is an opportunity to test my own understanding of the Seven Kill Sword technique." 

Bone Douluo, a master of defense, would be the perfect target for practice.

Despite the questionable nature of this strategy, Wang Feng wouldn't let the chance slip away.

Sword Douluo descended from the platform.

"Grandpa Sword, why did you give up and tie with him?" Ning Rongrong asked, her voice filled with concern as she supported his arm. 

"Are you injured?" She sensed his somber mood and avoided a more pressing tone.

Sword Douluo shook his head and turned to Ning Fengzhi's group. 

"If the fight had continued, I couldn't have guaranteed his defeat," he explained. "While he seems to have sustained numerous injuries, they're mostly superficial. The sword energy I left within him has had no effect. However, my Seven Kill Sword technique isn't to be used lightly. Each use takes a toll on my mind. Normally using Seven Kill Sword makes it devoid of such side effects, but the technique I employed was with a weakened version of Seven Kill Sword."

The second form of the Seven Kill Sword technique, though not the most powerful, was the most demanding. This particular attack, fueled by seven emotions, could affect the user. The full Seven Kill Sword wouldn't have had such repercussions, but Sword Douluo hadn't used the full technique.

As a result, his mind was now in turmoil, significantly impairing his combat ability.

Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened upon learning the truth. He summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and channeled its power to expedite Sword Douluo's recovery.

"The White Pontiff possesses considerable strength," Sword Douluo acknowledged with a cold snort. "But more importantly, his understanding is terrifying. This visit under the guise of seeking advice harbors a deeper motive – he most likely intends to learn my techniques."

Astonishment washed over the three upon hearing this!

"Earlier, during the second form," Sword Douluo revealed solemnly, "he employed a move that resembled my Seven Kill Sword technique. And even before the Seven Kill Sword aura struck, the boy mimicked a portion of its essence, incorporating it with his own understanding to form a complete, unique sword technique as potent as my own!"

"Old Bone," he continued, his voice laced with urgency, "you must be cautious later."

Bone Douluo, stunned, furrowed his brow. "I refuse to believe it. How can the White Pontiff learn such technique in such a short time? He's clearly exhausted at this point. Watch me teach him a lesson!"

With these words, Bone Douluo strode onto the uneven court.

"While he is indeed drained," Sword Douluo mused, "defeating him won't be a walk in the park. But Old Bones has a point."

Just then, Hu Liena spoke up, her voice laced with concern. "Sect Master Ning, Senior Bone Douluo, wouldn't it be better to allow the White Pontiff to recuperate before continuing?"

The duel between the White Pontiff and Sword Douluo, though a stalemate, had undeniably depleted a significant amount of their energy – far more than the previous four Title Douluo battles outside the Supreme Pontiff Palace square.

Bone Douluo, however, held a different view. He stepped onto the square and spoke curtly, "In his current state, recovery will be lengthy. Are we expected to wait here for another day?" 

He wasn't one for courtesies, unlike Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.

Hu Liena fell silent.

While Wang Feng had consumed a significant portion of his soul power in the first battle – somewhere between 70% and 80% – his recovery rate was exceptional. Unlike a typical Titled Douluo who might take a long time to recover, Wang Feng could bounce back within half a day, or even instantly if he tapped into the Black Lotus's stored backup of soul energy.

"That's right, no need to rest," Wang Feng interjected calmly. "Presumably, neither of you want to wait, and neither do I. Let's proceed."

Hu Liena sighed, a hint of worry etched onto her face.

Xie Yue, sensing her anxiety, patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Sister, don't fret. The White Pontiff wouldn't act this way without reason. We've been by his side for a while now. Don't you know how quickly his soul power recovers? He doesn't like to dawdle, he prefers swift battles."

"Of course I know," Hu Liena retorted, a touch of defiance in her voice. "But you don't need to tell me! I've been with him longer than you, and I know him better!"

Hu Liena snorted, "But the other party is Bone Douluo, who's even stronger than Ghost Elder..."

Xie Yue chuckled and pointed towards the center of the square. "Watch closely. Bone Douluo has revealed his martial soul."

Wang Feng, too, was intently observing. In the original work, Bone Douluo's appearances were few and far between, and Wang Feng hadn't seen him in action. While he knew Bone Douluo's martial soul was bones and that he was a defensive specialist, he was also aware of his potent, albeit less powerful than Sword Douluo's, offensive abilities.

As Bone Douluo summoned his martial soul, nine soul rings illuminated the air one by one, a standard configuration similar to Sword Douluo's. However, it was Bone Douluo's martial soul that truly captivated Wang Feng's attention.

His martial soul, a pale gold skeletal, was composed of numerous interconnected segments, forming a colossal, golden skeleton. As the spirit possessed Bone Douluo's body, a remarkable transformation occurred. His aged frame expanded, his face rejuvenated, and his hair began to grow. His limbs, now imbued with immense power, glowed with a pale golden light, signifying a unique transformation. The overall effect was one of both power and invincibility.

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