My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Jiang Siming flew backward, unable to suppress the sweet, metallic taste of blood rising in his throat. Forcing himself to swallow it down, he took a few steps back and barely managed to steady himself, roaring, "I'm not done!"

"Good! Again!" Sword Douluo smiled with appreciation.

The first day of practice concluded. Jiang Siming had received the most miserable beating in history.

However, Jiang Siming did not soften his stance. No sword is meant to be bent, and if a swordsman yields, he loses his sword heart.

For the next few days, Jiang Siming remained trapped in the relentless pummeling of Sword Douluo.

"Uncle Sword, Siming, stop for a moment. I have something to tell Siming." Ning Fengzhi interrupted their training. It was a move born of helplessness; one dared to teach, and the other dared to practice. The two had barely rested over the past few days, eating in a rush and barely maintaining the necessary amount of sleep.

It was also the first time Ning Fengzhi had seen Sword Douluo teach someone so earnestly. Even Crown Prince Xue Qinghe had never received this level of attention from him.

"Ning... what is... the matter?" Jiang Siming's swollen face made it difficult to articulate a single sentence.

Looking at the battered and bruised Jiang Siming, Ning Fengzhi fought back a laugh. "Perhaps you shouldn't speak? Grandmaster asked me to tell you that they are about to head to Tiantou City. If you want to contact them, go to the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy and look for a man named Qin Ming."

Jiang Siming nodded to signal his understanding, casting a resentful look at Ning Fengzhi, who was struggling to suppress his laughter.

Jiang Siming had to speed up his progress; after all, the matter with Poison Douluo remained unresolved. Tang San and the others needed immortal herbs to boost their strength, or the Spirit Master Tournament would be difficult to handle.

Jiang Siming turned around and glared viciously at Sword Douluo, a gesture that resulted in yet another brutal beating.

Chapter 41: The Loss of Control over Great Bright Sword Song

On the training grounds of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, an old man and a young man stood, both radiating supreme sword intent.

"Kid, is that all you've got?" Sword Douluo mocked.

"Old man, don't get cocky. I'm going all out." Jiang Siming's sparring with Sword Douluo was purely a contest of sword realm, and clearly, Jiang Siming's current level posed no threat to Sword Douluo.

"Great Bright Sword Song." For the first time, Jiang Siming wielded the Luxian Sword to use his self-created soul skill. Killing sword intent flooded the entire training ground, and the surrounding temperature seemed to plummet instantly. Simple slashes, flicks, stabs, and strikes—there were no flashy moves, only the intent to kill. Jiang Siming's eyes turned slightly red, his body drawing upon endless killing intent as he lunged at Sword Douluo with overwhelming momentum.

"A self-created soul skill?" Sword Douluo could not hide the surprise in his eyes, but his movements did not falter. The Seven Kill Sword erupted with equally torrential momentum, attempting to shatter Jiang Siming's aura. Sword Douluo could already feel that Jiang Siming's Great Bright Sword Song was no ordinary self-created skill. He clearly felt his own spirit being affected by the technique, as if his will to resist was being eroded, leaving him like a lamb to the slaughter. Facing only Jiang Siming, he felt as though he were confronting an army of thousands.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Jiang Siming roared in a low voice, seemingly having lost his sanity, charging madly at Sword Douluo.

"Has this kid gone demonic?" Sword Douluo felt a touch of concern.

As Sword Douluo pondered this, Jiang Siming struck with his sword. Sword Douluo blocked with the Seven Kill Sword, but an incredibly intense aura of slaughter surged through the blade toward him. Sword Douluo hurriedly retreated, dodging the unexpected strike.

"This kid's killing power is stronger than before, and every move is a desperate, life-for-life tactic." Sword Douluo felt stifled; was he playing dirty?

In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Bone Douluo, is everything alright at the training ground? Should I go take a look with you?" Ning Fengzhi asked with concern. Such torrential killing intent, even if the energy field emitted wasn't particularly strong, was deeply shocking. Anyone unaware might think a group of outlaws was attacking the sect.

"Fengzhi, you needn't worry. Old Man Chen is a Title Douluo, after all. If he suffered a loss at the hands of the Jiang kid, that would be quite amusing." Bone Douluo showed no concern, instead speaking with the tone of someone watching a show. If it weren't for the fact that one of the two Douluos had to remain to protect Ning Fengzhi, he would have run out to watch long ago.

Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly and shook his head. But hearing Bone Douluo say this, he felt more at ease.

The battle between Jiang Siming and Sword Douluo lasted for three full days. Ning Fengzhi ordered all sect disciples to stay away from the training ground.

Sword Douluo's mood over these three days could be described as terrible. It perfectly illustrated what it meant to be unable to fight back, yet unable to stop. He couldn't understand Jiang Siming's current state; if he interrupted forcefully, he didn't know what might happen. He could only slowly wear down Jiang Siming's soul power.

Finally, Jiang Siming stopped. The torrential killing intent dissipated completely, and Jiang Siming fell backward.

"Finally got this kid under control." Sword Douluo let out a long sigh of relief.

Inside the Mirror Space.

"What the hell? How did I end up in the Mirror Space?" Jiang Siming only remembered his consciousness becoming blurred after using the Great Bright Sword Song. After lingering for a while, he had entered the Mirror Space.

"Ding, unlocking the second phase assessment."

"What the hell? Second phase unlocking assessment?" Jiang Siming was puzzled.

"Given that the host bypassed system permissions and entered the second phase prematurely, the assessment difficulty has increased. Number of opponents: one. Full replication. Use of the second martial soul is prohibited. No time limit."

"Number: one? That's so few. It's not a group brawl this time, but a duel? System, does 'full replication' include my thoughts?" Jiang Siming had a bad premonition. Even though the number was reduced, he wasn't sure what a "full replication" entailed.

"Full replication includes all of the host's abilities except for the second martial soul, as well as the host's combat philosophy, combat style, and all other aspects."

"Are you messing with me? If I fight myself, it's always going to be a draw, right?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but complain internally. Human movements are full of habitual behaviors, and combat is fundamentally a test of rapid reaction and excellent habitual patterns. It was like the martial arts films of his past life, where disciples of the same sect couldn't break each other's moves.

However, Jiang Siming did not believe the system would provide an impossible assessment.

"Shall the assessment begin?"

"Bring it on!" Jiang Siming wanted to see if it was truly identical.

The next moment, a brand-new Jiang Siming appeared before his eyes.

Both simultaneously released their most familiar weapons: the Juexian Sword and the Luxian Sword.

Neither used soul skills; releasing buffs or debuffs would be meaningless.

The sound of clashing blades echoed incessantly.

"Damn it, it really is identical." Jiang Siming gritted his teeth, but in that moment of distraction, a sharp blade pierced through his throat.

Inside a room at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Jiang Siming woke up with a start, finding Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Sword Douluo all beside him, looking at him with strange expressions.