After Sword Douluo finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe's eyes brightened a little more, while the three from Heaven Dou Royal Academy were even more pleased.
A genius like this was a student of their academy. They could hold their heads high when they told people about it.
On the dueling platform.
When Chen Baoguang realized one of his swords was gone, his expression changed dramatically. It had vanished without a trace!
He sent the gourd crashing toward Ling Yun, while the sword flying at Ling Yun changed direction and shot toward the red half of the Yin-Yang Mirror's glow.
If the white light could destroy his sword, then why not attack the red part instead?
The Golden Gourd streaked like a golden beam of light, appearing beside Ling Yun in the blink of an eye. Chen Baoguang's Soul Ring lit up again, and two flying swords appeared once more. He was already at the limits of his ability to control two things at once.
He couldn't spare any attention for the sword above his head. He was only shooting at the stationary Yin-Yang Mirror, so all he had to do was give it the intention to fly straight.
What Chen Baoguang didn't expect was that his sword plunged straight into the Yin-Yang Mirror Martial Soul, then immediately lost contact with him.
The red light was less powerful than the white, but far more uncanny.
Now he understood that attacking the Yin-Yang Mirror wasn't the best strategy. The key was Ling Yun himself. As long as he attacked fiercely enough, Ling Yun wouldn't have the spare attention to use that strange attack—the unknown technique that had left several students looking frightened.
Chen Baoguang focused on controlling his two flying swords. They carved out dense streaks of sword light, forming a web that swept down over Ling Yun.
With a casual gesture from Ling Yun, Chen Baoguang's golden flying sword reappeared from the Yin-Yang Mirror Martial Soul. The only difference was a vivid red line running down the middle of its blade.
The red-lined sword stabbed into the web. A dense chorus of metallic clinks rang out, and the sword web collapsed in an instant. Only a wisp of sword energy skimmed Ling Yun's cheek, lifting a few strands of his hair.
The red-lined sword swept through an arc and landed in Ling Yun's hand.
If Chen Baoguang's Martial Soul hadn't been so interesting, Ling Yun would have simply traded Soul Skills with him. Chen Baoguang wouldn't still be standing; he'd have been blasted right off the platform.
"Your sword is mine now."
"What? What kind of technique is this? When a flying sword loses contact with its master, it should dissolve into motes of metal-elemental energy! Why did this happen?"
Chen Baoguang stared in disbelief as the two swords fell into his hands.
"If you can withstand this strike, I'll tell you." Holding the flying sword, Ling Yun's aura abruptly changed.
An aura that seemed capable of cutting through anything surged into the sky. He wielded the sword in his hand like a blade, and he had already developed a fair degree of skill with the blade.
On the VIP seats, Sword Douluo rose to his feet in shock. "Sword intent! How is that possible? Could he have another Martial Soul?"
Ning Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe, Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhi Lin all looked astonished.
They wouldn't question Sword Douluo. They had never seen his Seven Kill Sword Intent themselves, but they had all heard of it.
In terms of attack power alone, Sword Douluo, wielder of the Seven Kill Martial Soul, was publicly recognized as the strongest in the Douluo Continent.
The Clear Sky Hammer was hailed as the greatest tool-type Martial Soul in the world, but only in terms of strength.
Since Sword Douluo said Ling Yun had wielded sword intent, then he had. There could be no mistake.
But how could a Soul Master with a mirror Martial Soul comprehend sword intent? It clearly defied common sense.
There were so many Soul Masters with sword Martial Souls, yet among those Sword Douluo knew, no more than a handful had comprehended sword intent.
What made Ling Yun qualified?
The moment this thought surfaced, Sword Douluo became even more certain of his guess: Ling Yun must have another sword Martial Soul. He was a rare wielder of Twin Martial Souls.
Meng Shenji and the others had reached the same conclusion. Ling Yun had to have Twin Martial Souls, with a sword Martial Soul as the second. Combined with his extraordinary talent, that was how he'd comprehended sword intent.
On the dueling platform.
Chen Baoguang tightened his grip on his swords. His gourd Martial Soul turned into a beam of light and appeared above his head. Specks of golden light enveloped him, and in an instant his body was coated in gold, making him look like a little golden statue.
"Come on!" Chen Baoguang said, raising both swords in front of him.
Ling Yun swung the sword in his hand. In Chen Baoguang's eyes, a glimmer of light appeared, growing brighter and brighter, brighter than the sun in the sky. In an instant, it filled his entire field of vision.
"Am I going to die?"
That was Chen Baoguang's final thought. The moment Ling Yun struck, he knew he had no chance of blocking it.
When his vision returned, he stared in bewilderment at his hands. His swords were still raised in front of him, and the golden light still covered his body.
"Chen Baoguang, well done! You were very brave!"
The burly teacher walked over, patted his shoulder, and pointed behind him.
A sword mark three feet deep stretched all the way to the edge of the dueling platform.
The next moment, Sword Douluo suddenly appeared on the platform. He stood on the sword mark, gazing at Ling Yun as if he were looking at a treasure.
"Ling Yun, you're very impressive!"
"You've actually mastered sword intent. Would you be willing to take me as your master?"
"I am Chen Xin, wielder of the Seven Kill Sword, a level 96 peak Titled Douluo. Take me as your master, and I'll pass on everything I know about the sword."
Sword Douluo didn't mention Ling Yun's Second Martial Soul. He was certain Ling Yun had one, and figured that Ling Yun had displayed his sword intent because he wanted to become his disciple. So he accepted him on the spot.
Ling Yun must have known that he knew about his Second Martial Soul, too.
"Thank you for your generous offer, Sword Douluo, but I'm not suited to become your disciple. You've seen for yourself—my Martial Soul is a mirror."
Sword Douluo spread out his domain, muffling their voices. The audience outside didn't dare interrupt and watched in silence.
"Don't play riddles with me, boy. You have another sword Martial Soul, don't you? You showed off your sword intent because you wanted to become my disciple, didn't you?"
"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I don't have a sword Martial Soul."
Sword Douluo's observation was keen, to say nothing of the fact that Ling Yun was now within his domain. He could see every movement clearly.
Yet Ling Yun wasn't lying. That was strange.
"Then where did your sword intent come from?"
"Perhaps I'm just exceptionally talented!" Ling Yun said, without a trace of embarrassment. He sounded perfectly natural.
The cheat focused on guiding him; he had forged all of this himself.
Countless questions rose in Chen Xin's mind. Ling Yun wasn't lying. Could he really just be exceptionally talented?
He felt a pang of regret. At long last, he'd found someone who might inherit his legacy, only to discover that he didn't have a sword Martial Soul.
"Very well! Take this. I think highly of you. If you run into trouble in the future, bring this to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and ask for me."
As a Titled Douluo who had forged his own path in swordsmanship, Sword Douluo conducted himself with dignity and uprightness. He was also straightforward and direct.
If he admired someone, he showed it without reservation.
He didn't hold it against Ling Yun for refusing to become his disciple. If Bone Douluo had accompanied Ning Fengzhi on this trip and been rejected, he might already have been thinking about eliminating Ling Yun before he became a threat.
Sword Douluo tossed over a palm-sized silver sword, then withdrew his domain and returned to the VIP seats.
He didn't give Ling Yun any chance to speak.
On the VIP seats, Sword Douluo faced the others' gazes without saying a word. His heart was full of gloom.
All that excitement for nothing.
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