Sword Douluo: All for Nothing

After Sword Douluo finished speaking, the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe brightened slightly, while Meng Shenji and his two companions were filled with immense satisfaction.

Having such a genius as a student at their Heaven Dou Royal Academy was a matter of great prestige.

On the arena stage.

Chen Baoguang's expression changed drastically upon realizing one of his swords was missing; it had vanished too completely!

He controlled his gourd to ram toward Ling Yun, while the sword flying toward Ling Yun shifted direction, aiming for the red light portion of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

If the white light could destroy his sword, then attacking the red light portion should work.

The golden gourd appeared beside Ling Yun in an instant like a streak of golden light. Chen Baoguang's spirit ring lit up again, and two more flying swords appeared; managing two tasks at once was his current limit.

He could no longer worry about the flying sword overhead; it was just shooting at a fixed target, the Yin-Yang Mirror, so a simple command to fly straight was enough.

What Chen Baoguang didn't expect was that his sword plunged directly into the Yin-Yang Mirror spirit and immediately lost all connection.

The red light lacked the destructive power of the white light, but it was far more bizarre.

By now, he understood that attacking the Yin-Yang Mirror was not the best strategy; the key was Ling Yun himself. As long as his attacks were fierce enough, he believed Ling Yun would have no spare focus to unleash that strange attack—the unknown method that had left many students filled with fear.

Chen Baoguang focused on controlling the two flying swords, carving out dense streaks of sword light to form a web that enveloped Ling Yun.

Ling Yun waved his hand, and from within the Yin-Yang Mirror, the golden flying sword belonging to Chen Baoguang reappeared. The only difference was a distinct red line running through the center of the blade.

The red-lined sword pierced into the sword web, and a series of dense clanging sounds erupted. The web collapsed instantly, and only a wisp of sword energy grazed Ling Yun's cheek, lifting a few strands of his hair.

The red-lined sword traced an arc and landed in Ling Yun's hand.

If it weren't for the fact that he found Chen Baoguang's spirit interesting, he would have simply used a spirit skill to clash head-on; Chen Baoguang wouldn't have been able to stand there and would have been blasted off the stage long ago.

"Your sword is mine now."

"What? What kind of method is this? Once a flying sword loses its connection, it should dissipate into specks of metal-attribute energy! How can this be?"

Chen Baoguang's eyes were filled with disbelief as the two flying swords fell into his hands.

"If you can withstand this strike of mine, I will tell you." Ling Yun held the flying sword, and his aura shifted violently.

An aura of cutting through everything surged into the sky. He treated the sword in his hand like a blade; he had already attained a certain level of mastery in blade techniques.

In the VIP box, Sword Douluo stood up in shock. "Sword Intent! How is this possible? Could it be that he possesses another spirit?"

Ning Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe, Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhi Lin all wore expressions of utter astonishment.

They would not question Sword Douluo; even those who hadn't seen his Seven Kill Sword Intent had heard of it.

In terms of pure attack power, Sword Douluo, with his Seven Kill spirit, was publicly recognized as the number one in the Douluo Continent.

The Clear Sky Hammer was hailed as the number one tool spirit, but that was only in terms of raw power.

Since Sword Douluo said Ling Yun had unleashed Sword Intent, it must be true; there could be no mistake.

But how could a spirit master with a mirror spirit comprehend Sword Intent? This clearly defied common sense.

There were so many sword-spirit masters, yet Sword Douluo knew of fewer than a handful who had comprehended Sword Intent.

How did Ling Yun manage it?

Once this thought emerged, Sword Douluo became even more certain of his guess: Ling Yun must possess another sword spirit—he was a rare user of Twin Martial Souls.

Meng Shenji and the others shared the same thought: Ling Yun must have Twin Martial Souls, and the other one had to be a sword spirit. Combined with Ling Yun's innate talent, that was how he had comprehended Sword Intent.

On the arena stage.

Chen Baoguang tightened his grip on his swords, and his gourd spirit turned into a streak of light, appearing above his head. Specks of golden light enveloped him, and in an instant, he was plated in gold, resembling a small golden statue.

"Come!" Chen Baoguang said, bracing the two swords in front of him.

Ling Yun swung the sword in his hand. In Chen Baoguang's eyes, a point of light appeared, growing brighter and brighter—brighter than the sun in the sky—until it occupied his entire field of vision in an instant.

Am I going to die?

This was Chen Baoguang's final conscious thought. The moment Ling Yun swung his sword, he knew he couldn't possibly block it.

When his vision cleared, he looked at his hands in confusion; the swords were still braced in front of him, and the golden light still covered his body.

"Chen Baoguang, well done! You are very brave!"

The burly teacher walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and pointed behind him.

A sword mark three feet deep stretched all the way to the edge of the arena.

The next moment, Sword Douluo suddenly appeared on the stage. He stepped onto the sword mark, his gaze fixed on Ling Yun as if looking at a priceless treasure.

"Ling Yun, you are excellent!"

"To think you have mastered Sword Intent. Would you be willing to take me as your master?"

"This old man is Chen Xin, spirit Seven Kill Sword, level 96 peak. Become my disciple, and I will pass on my entire path of the sword to you."

Sword Douluo did not point out Ling Yun's second spirit; he believed Ling Yun definitely had one. Perhaps Ling Yun had displayed his Sword Intent specifically to be taken as a disciple, and he had unilaterally agreed.

Ling Yun surely knew that he knew about his second spirit.

"Many thanks for your kindness, Sword Douluo, but I am not suited to be your disciple. As you can see, this junior's spirit is a mirror."

Sword Douluo expanded his domain to shield their voices, and the audience outside dared not disturb them, watching in silence.

"You brat, still playing riddles with this old man? You have another sword martial soul, don't you? You displayed sword intent—isn't that because you want to take this old man as your master?"

"I'm afraid I must disappoint you; I do not possess a sword martial soul."

How meticulous was Sword Douluo's observation? Not to mention that Ling Yun was currently within his domain, where every move he made was seen with absolute clarity.

Ling Yun was actually not lying, which made this truly strange.

"Then what is the deal with your sword intent?"

"Perhaps I am just gifted with innate talent!" Ling Yun said this without the slightest hint of embarrassment, sounding entirely natural.

The cheat focused on guidance; all of this was something he had tempered himself.

Countless question marks rose in Chen Xin's mind. Ling Yun was not lying—could it really be innate talent?

He felt quite regretful in his heart. Having finally found someone who might inherit his mantle and legacy, the boy actually lacked a sword martial soul.

"Very well! Take this. This old man truly appreciates you. If you encounter trouble in the future, you may bring this item to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to find me."

As a Title Douluo who had forged his own path of the sword, Sword Douluo's conduct was upright and honorable, and his personality was straightforward.

If he appreciated someone, he appreciated them, without the slightest concealment.

He did not harbor any ill intentions simply because Ling Yun refused to take him as a master. If it had been Bone Douluo accompanying Ning Fengzhi on this trip, and Bone Douluo had been rejected, he might already be thinking about cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots.

Sword Douluo tossed a palm-sized silver miniature sword, then retracted his domain and returned to the VIP seating area.

He didn't even give Ling Yun a chance to speak.

In the VIP seats, Sword Douluo faced the gazes of others without saying a word; his heart was currently filled with gloom.

A wasted excitement.