Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 44 There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters.

Inside the office,

Yu Xiaogang's voice was almost forced, as he desperately wanted to break the deadlock and calm Ren down. His eyes were filled with anxiety, and his tone revealed an undeniable firmness:

"Listen to me! Blade, calm down. I've looked at your information. Your martial spirit is a broken sword, right? Don't worry about that."

According to my Ten Core Theories of Soul Martial Arts, you must also be a possessor of twin martial souls!

Yu Xiaogang spoke faster and faster, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation, as if he could already see the future glory of Blade:

"You are the fourth person on this continent to possess twin martial souls! Trust me, I can definitely give you the best!"

His eyes gleamed with confidence as he spoke, carefully observing the blade's reaction. Yu Xiaogang continued, his voice filled with passion and conviction:

"And you don't need to worry about the sword in your hand."

According to my theory, there are no useless martial spirits in this world, only useless soul masters!

"As long as you follow my training methods, even a broken sword can still conquer the continent and become one of the strongest!"

Yu Xiaogang grew increasingly agitated. He stood up, and despite the pain in his leg, he disregarded any semblance of masterly decorum and blurted out all the benefits he could bring to Ren:

"I truly can't bear to see you go astray and waste your great talent, Blade. Can you believe me?"

His eyes were filled with expectation and earnestness, as if he were extending a helping hand to Ren, hoping that Ren could seize this opportunity to change his fate.

Yu Xiaogang's every word resonated deeply, his promises and convictions echoing in the office, slightly easing the tense atmosphere.

Even that famous quote that criticized himself twice, he could say it off the cuff!

At this moment, after listening to Yu Xiaogang's self-righteous remarks, Ren felt that the pent-up frustration in his heart was about to explode!

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he felt extremely disgusted by Yu Xiaogang's ignorance and arrogance.

This Yu Xiaogang is still as shameless as ever. The things he says are laughable and he doesn't deserve any respect at all.

Ren sneered inwardly. He scoffed at Yu Xiaogang's so-called Ten Theories. This Yu Xiaogang couldn't even see that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was of the Blue Silver Emperor quality, let alone that his Fragmented Sword was a peerless divine sword!

To this, Ren merely sneered, his voice low and playful, each word seemingly steeped in ice water, carrying a chilling undertone:

"A useless martial spirit?"

"Ten Ridiculous Theories"

"or."

"you."

"Want to try the sword in my hand?"

"Proof. Proof?"

"hehe."

As he spoke, a wicked smile appeared on Ren's lips, a smile that contained endless provocation and contempt.

He immediately began to mutilate himself; the sharp blade instantly sliced ​​through his palm, and the abundant blood immediately turned into a bloody mist that permeated the air.

The aura emanating from Ren surged at an incredible speed, and that powerful force almost shattered the tranquility of the entire office.

The fragmented sword was surrounded by blood-red light and shadow, and the oppressive force emanating from its blade was so great that even the so-called number one weapon spirit in the world, the Haotian Hammer, could not compare to it!

The entire office seemed to have transformed into a sea of ​​sword energy, with crimson dragons weaving into a net in the air, making the blade appear as if a war god had descended to earth. That aura was enough to terrify any challenger.

"What...what is the origin of your martial spirit? I've never seen it before!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was filled with shock and confusion. His face turned pale and his eyes widened, clearly frightened by the power displayed by the Blade's martial spirit.

As a Great Soul Master, Yu Xiaogang should not have been afraid of a kid who had just awakened his Martial Soul, but when he witnessed this scene, he could no longer remain calm.

It was a feeling of fear and terror; his body trembled involuntarily, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

Yu Xiaogang boasted that he had read countless precious books from the Spirit Hall and believed that his understanding of spirits had reached a considerable level.

However, what he saw before him made him unable to believe his eyes.

Panicked, he hurriedly picked up the Spirit Hall certificate again and carefully read the description on it.

The certificate clearly states that Blade's martial spirit is a broken sword, and thoughtfully includes the words "useless martial spirit" in large print.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the person who presented this certificate, Su Yuntao, and cursed inwardly. He really wanted to torture this blind soul master. How could he evaluate the Blade's martial soul so poorly?

Blade's personality is unpredictable. Yu Xiaogang originally planned to show off his talent, but he didn't expect to be wrong from the very beginning.

His masterful demeanor has vanished, and now he can only stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Moreover, Yu Xiaogang vaguely sensed that this little troublemaker seemed truly difficult to handle.

He even began to worry about whether his life was in danger.

His heart was filled with unease and fear. He knew he had to re-examine the blade and reassess the apprentice he was about to take on.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, cold sweat sliding down his forehead. He knew that this first impression was completely ruined.

He felt a pang of regret, but he knew he couldn't give up.

His theories went far beyond that, and he still had a chance to salvage the situation. He was prepared to try again to convince Blade that he was still credible.

"Uh... Blade, I must have misread it." Yu Xiaogang's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment and unease.

"Your martial soul is excellent, and your talent is also very good. Let me give you another suggestion: according to the ten core theories of martial souls, the maximum absorption age for your first spirit ring should ideally be..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Ren was already pointing his sword directly at him with one hand, slowly approaching step by step.

A smirk appeared on Blade's lips, his blood-red eyes filled with madness and irony. Suddenly, a red light flashed above his head, illuminating the entire room like a blazing sun.

Several blood-red, 100,000-year soul rings, growing larger from small to large, slowly unfolded from top to bottom, like red lotuses emerging from their cocoons, blooming with breathtaking beauty.

"Oh."

Blade's voice carried a hint of disdain, "Will your so-called theory bring me any surprises?"

"I'm getting a little impatient."

His voice carried a hint of mockery, as if he were laughing at Yu Xiaogang's ignorance and arrogance.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Yu Xiaogang. The powerful sense of oppression made Yu Xiaogang involuntarily take a few steps back.

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(End of this chapter)