Killing Blade

The virtual roulette wheel slowly spun. Yang Ming stared fixedly at it, praying inwardly that he would draw something good.

Within the hexagon, pale golden light enveloped Yang Ming.

Golden motes like fireflies streamed endlessly from the black stone into Yang Ming's body, undergoing some strange transformation.

The instant Yang Ming raised his right hand, the golden motes began gathering in his palm.

At first, just like the other children, the motes in Yang Ming's palm vaguely took the shape of a hoe.

Seeing this, Cao Mengyun curled his lips into a cold smile, his heart filled with disdain:

"Sure enough, his talent is nothing special!"

But at that moment, the virtual roulette wheel slowed from its rapid spin. At last, the pointer stopped on an item slot. When Yang Ming saw the equipment inside, he was nearly ecstatic enough to suffocate!

It was actually the Mysterious Sword!

In League of Legends, several pieces of equipment had left a particularly deep impression on players: the Killing Book, Killing Armor, and Killing Blade.

Among them, the Killing Blade was the Mysterious Sword. It was later removed by the developers because it affected game balance too much.

In the game, the Mysterious Sword's original unique passive allowed the hero to gain 5 attack damage per stack, starting with 5 stacks upon purchase. Each kill granted 2 stacks, while each assist granted 1 stack, up to 20 stacks. Upon death, the hero lost half of the current stacks. At 20 stacks, the hero's attack speed increased by 20%.

Of course, reality was different from the game.

The Mysterious Sword Yang Ming obtained had somewhat altered effects, but it was still powerful!

Mysterious Sword: For every person killed, Sharpness +1. No upper limit. For every 20 Sharpness stacked, attack speed increases by 1%.

The instant he received the reward, the golden light surrounding Yang Ming suddenly flared brilliantly.

The dazzling radiance was as splendid as a blazing sun hanging high in the sky!

The mocking smile on Cao Mengyun's face froze. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, narrowing them as turbulent waves surged through his heart!

Cao Mengyun had presided over so many awakening ceremonies, yet he had never encountered anything like this!

"What exactly happened in there?"

As the light gradually faded like a receding tide, revealing the true scene beneath it, a sword had appeared in Yang Ming's hand—a Divine Artifact called the Mysterious Sword, and also Yang Ming's awakened Martial Soul!

Cao Mengyun vigorously rubbed his eyes. He had clearly seen that the thing in Yang Ming's hand had almost formed into a hoe. How had it turned into such a strange-looking weapon?

If it was a longsword, it was not long. If it was a blade, it did not quite look like one either.

Even with Cao Mengyun's experience, he could not identify the weapon's origins. Still, he vaguely sensed a threatening aura emanating from its blade.

In the end, Cao Mengyun could only say sourly:

"That weapon is really ugly!"

Cao Mengyun made no effort to hide his words, and every single one reached Yang Ming's ears.

Yang Ming did not care in the slightest.

A frog at the bottom of a well could never understand the scenery seen by a great roc.

Judging the Mysterious Sword solely by its appearance and making assumptions about it was inherently unfair.

Besides,

Yang Ming gripped the Mysterious Sword, feeling the solid reality of its hilt. His heart settled, and he became certain that as long as he was given some time, the Killing Blade in his hand would spread its fearsome name across Douluo Continent.

Killing Blade, Killing Blade—how could it be called a Killing Blade if it did not kill?

This blade thirsted for the blood of its enemies!

Seeing Yang Ming lower his head to toy with the Mysterious Sword, Cao Mengyun grew impatient and urged him:

"Look, look, look. All you know how to do is look. So what if you've awakened a Martial Soul? Without Soul Power, you're still nothing but trash!"

"Why don't we make a bet?" Yang Ming crooked a finger at Cao Mengyun.

"If I awaken Soul Power, then you'll call me Dad?"

Cao Mengyun's face darkened.

Was he, a grown man, supposed to call a little brat Dad?

Even though the chance of Yang Ming possessing Soul Power was extremely small, Cao Mengyun had no intention of taking that risk.

Better safe than sorry!

If that little brat happened to get lucky, Cao Mengyun's lifelong reputation would be ruined in an instant!

Cao Mengyun remained silent and casually tossed a crystal ball over.

Yang Ming clicked his tongue. He had not expected Cao Mengyun to be so uncooperative and refuse to take the bait. He had originally been looking forward to hearing Cao Mengyun call him Dad; perhaps he might even have received a system reward.

Shaking his head, Yang Ming stopped dwelling on it and placed his palm against the crystal ball.

The next moment, everyone present held their breath, hardly daring to make a sound.

The blue crystal ball suddenly lit up. It was exactly the same as when Tang San had been tested. Dazzling blue light spilled forth like flowing water, and in everyone's eyes, the crystal ball seemed like the brightest gem in the world, proclaiming something earth-shattering to all.

Yang Ming also possessed level ten Soul Power—he was a genius with Innate Full Soul Power!

Cao Mengyun clutched his chest, feeling utterly exhausted.

Why?

Why did this little rural brat possess such talent?

Seeing that Yang Ming had the same Innate Full Soul Power as himself, Tang San was stunned at first. Then, a surge of fighting spirit rose within him.

Yang Ming truly deserved to be called my friend.

And my opponent as well!

Tang San lowered his head and silently looked at his hands. Then he clenched them into fists, feeling the strength in them and the true Martial Soul hidden within them as he thought:

If I get another chance to fight Yang Ming, I'll definitely give him a huge surprise.

Cao Mengyun slunk away in disgrace.

If he did not leave now, was he supposed to stay and watch a genius powerhouse rise to greatness?

However, before leaving, a cold glint flashed through Cao Mengyun's eyes as he sneered inwardly:

A genius who has not yet grown up will never be a true genius.

Cao Mengyun knew that a conflict had already formed between himself and Yang Ming. Yet with his usual pride, he would never lower his head and apologize to a six-year-old child.

What was more, Yang Ming had said that if he became a Soul Grandmaster someday, he would make Cao Mengyun pay.

That meant the conflict, which could originally have been resolved, had now become a dead knot.

Unless one of them died!

The dead would not seek revenge.

When village chief Old Jack heard that his grandson had awakened a Martial Soul and was even a once-in-a-century genius with Innate Full Soul Power, he ignored his own fatigue and hurried over. He scooped Yang Ming up and held him high, tears filling his eyes as he said:

"Wonderful, this is truly wonderful! Holy Soul Village has been silent for far too long. People across the continent have long forgotten our village, but now, we finally have hope again!"

Seeing his grandfather's head full of white hair yet unable to contain the smile on his face, Yang Ming's resolve grew even firmer.

I will become strong!

I will become a peerless powerhouse admired by countless people!

So that I can protect the family and friends I cherish!