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 continuously emerged from the black stone and entered Yang Ming's body, undergoing some strange transformation.

The moment 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 formed the shape of a hoe.

Seeing this, Cao Mengyun curled his lips into a cold smile, his heart full of disdain:

"Sure enough, his aptitude is nothing special!"

But at that moment, the virtual roulette wheel slowed from its rapid spin, and the pointer finally stopped on an item slot. When Yang Ming saw the equipment inside, he was almost too happy to breathe!

It was actually the Mysterious Sword!

In the game League of Legends, several pieces of equipment were especially memorable: 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 unique passive originally granted the hero 5 attack power per stack, starting with 5 stacks upon purchase. Each kill granted 2 stacks, while each assist granted 1 stack, up to a maximum of 20 stacks. Upon death, the hero lost half of their 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 altered effects, but it was still powerful!

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

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

The blinding radiance was as resplendent as the blazing sun hanging high in the sky!

The mocking smile on Cao Mengyun's face froze. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, squinting as stormy 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?"

When the light gradually receded like the tide, revealing the true scene beneath it, a sword had appeared in Yang Ming's hand—a divine weapon called the Mysterious Sword, and also Yang Ming's awakened Martial Soul!

Cao Mengyun rubbed his eyes hard. He had clearly seen that what was nearly forming in Yang Ming's hand had been a hoe. How had it become such a strangely shaped weapon?

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

Even with Cao Mengyun's knowledge, he could not identify the weapon's origins, but he vaguely sensed a threat emanating from its blade.

In the end, Cao Mengyun could only sourly remark:

"This weapon is really ugly!"

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

Yang Ming did not care in the slightest.

How could a frog at the bottom of a well know the scenery seen by a great roc?

Judging the Mysterious Sword solely by its appearance and rashly passing judgment on it was inherently unfair.

Besides,

Yang Ming gripped the Mysterious Sword, feeling the solid reality of its hilt. His heart settled, and confidence rose within him. Given a little time, the Killing Blade in his hand would spread its fearsome name across the Douluo Continent.

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

This blade thirsted for an enemy's blood!

Seeing Yang Ming lower his head to toy with the Mysterious Sword, Cao Mengyun's face filled with impatience as he urged:

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

"How about we make a bet?" Yang Ming crooked a finger at Cao Mengyun.

"If I awaken soul power, you'll call me Dad?" Cao Mengyun's face darkened.

He, an adult, was supposed to call a little brat Dad?

Even though the chance of Yang Ming possessing soul power was tiny, Cao Mengyun had no intention of taking that risk.

Better safe than sorry!

If this little brat happened to get incredibly lucky, Cao Mengyun's lifelong reputation would be ruined!

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

Yang Ming smacked his lips. 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 did not dwell on it and placed his palm against the crystal ball.

The next instant, everyone present held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Because the blue crystal ball suddenly lit up. It was exactly like when Tang San had been tested: dazzling blue light spilled forth like flowing water. In everyone's eyes, the crystal ball seemed like the most brilliant gem in the world, proclaiming something earth-shattering to all beneath heaven!

Yang Ming also possessed level ten soul power, an Innate Full Soul Power genius!

Cao Mengyun clutched his chest, feeling utterly exhausted.

Why?

Why did this little country brat possess such incredible aptitude?

Seeing that Yang Ming also had Innate Full Soul Power, Tang San was first stunned, then fighting spirit surged within him.

Yang Ming truly was worthy of being my friend.

And worthy of being my opponent!

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

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

Cao Mengyun left in disgrace.

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

Yet before leaving, a cold, sinister gleam flashed through Cao Mengyun's eyes, and he sneered inwardly without restraint:

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

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

What was more, Yang Ming had said that if he ever became a Great Spirit Master, he would definitely make Cao Mengyun pay.

Thus, the conflict that could originally have been resolved had been tied into a dead knot.

Unless one of them died first!

The dead did not seek revenge.

Upon hearing that his grandson had awakened a Martial Soul and was even a once-in-a-century genius with Innate Full Soul Power, Village Chief Old Jack did not stop to rest. He hurried over, grabbed Yang Ming in a tight embrace, and lifted him high, tears streaming down his face as he said:

"Wonderful, this is truly wonderful! Our 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 the irrepressible smile on his face, Yang Ming's resolve became even firmer.

I will become strong!

I will become a supreme powerhouse admired by countless people!

To... protect the family and friends I cherish!