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**Chapter 12: Sword Douluo Doubts His Life**
2023-04-04 By Fu Hejun
"Still want to fight?"
Ye Cheng retrieved his Sword and stood suspended in the air, speaking with extreme calm.
Sword Douluo stared blankly at the distant hilltop that had been leveled by Sword Qi. As the saying goes, a single glimpse reveals the whole picture. Just from the might of this simple Sword Qi, he could tell just how enormous the gap between the two of them was. If they continued fighting, even if he used his strongest Ninth Soul Skill: Divine Demonic Two Slashes!
The effect he could achieve would probably not be ideal.
The Realm gap between them was simply too vast.
"Forget it."
"This old man is not your opponent."
Sword Douluo shook his head dejectedly, only feeling as though he truly was old. In the past, he wouldn't have felt this way, because for a Titled Douluo, his age of under a hundred years old could truly be considered very young. But now, compared to Ye Cheng, this young man who was only 26... he felt like his old age had been completely lived in vain.
"Actually, your potential is not limited to this."
Seeing Sword Douluo looking like he doubted his life, Ye Cheng also felt a bit embarrassed. After all, he was purely a Cheat, and his Strength was not gained through diligent Cultivation. Fighting these Strong Cultivators who truly gained their Strength through diligent Cultivation was simply bullying people.
So, after thinking about it, he felt it was better to say some nice words to comfort him. He didn't want to truly demoralize the man and make him lose his Heart of a Strong Cultivator.
"How do you mean?"
Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, Sword Douluo's dejected expression slightly lessened, and he asked.
"Your Seven Kill Sword, I can feel that its contained potential is not limited to this. But you haven't fully developed it yet." Ye Cheng shook his head and said, "Actually, most Soul Masters in this World have a common problem. That is, they overly rely on Soul Skills, only caring about improving their Soul Power Level, and neglecting the Martial Soul itself. Take your Seven Kill Sword, for example. Do you... truly understand your own Sword?"
"Do I... truly understand my own Sword?" These words successfully made Sword Douluo fall into deep thought. In his mind, it was as if some inspiration was faintly appearing, but he just couldn't grasp that crucial thread.
From when Sword Douluo revealed his Martial Soul earlier, Ye Cheng knew that the current Sword Douluo was not yet the Sword Douluo from the later part of the original work, who, after losing an arm, achieved complete comprehension and caused his Martial Soul to evolve.
The current Sword Douluo, in his thinking, was not yet a pure swordsman, but merely a Soul Master with a Sword Martial Soul. Thus, he was inevitably limited by the mindset of a Soul Master, neglecting the essence of the Martial Soul.
Seeing Sword Douluo still deep in thought, Ye Cheng no longer paid him any mind, but merely turned and stepped out. His entire being seemed to merge into Heaven and Earth, disappearing without a trace.
On the Cliff, only Sword Douluo remained, frowning in thought.
…
After Ye Cheng used Spatial Movement to leave the Cliff,
He did not go too far, but instead chose a nearby hotel to stay.
The next day.
There was a knock on the room door.
"Knock knock!"
Ye Cheng, who was currently sitting cross-legged on the bed, carefully comprehending his own Power, opened his eyes. Even without relying on his senses, he knew who was knocking on the door outside.
"Please come in."
As his voice fell, the room door automatically opened.
A figure he had just seen yesterday came into view.
It was Sword Douluo.
At this moment, Sword Douluo, compared to his dejected and aged appearance yesterday, had significantly improved his mental state. Evidently, after Ye Cheng's reminder yesterday, he had thought for a whole night and gained considerable comprehension. If he continued to ponder slowly, perhaps he wouldn't need to experience the suffering of losing an arm like in the original work to achieve complete comprehension and allow his Martial Soul to fully evolve.
(Author: This book has been signed. The speed exceeded my imagination. I originally thought I'd have to mail the contract. But it turns out an electronic signature is enough now. New book signings usually come with a wave of new book promotions, so I should be updating more. However, the current reality doesn't allow it. Sigh, with this update frequency, the performance probably won't be great. But here, the author still shamelessly asks for some votes. If you can invest, that would be even better. This relates to the book's future recommendations. The author thanks you.)(end of chapter)
2023-04-04 By Fu Hejun
"Still want to fight?"
Ye Cheng retrieved his Sword and stood suspended in the air, speaking with extreme calm.
Sword Douluo stared blankly at the distant hilltop that had been leveled by Sword Qi. As the saying goes, a single glimpse reveals the whole picture. Just from the might of this simple Sword Qi, he could tell just how enormous the gap between the two of them was. If they continued fighting, even if he used his strongest Ninth Soul Skill: Divine Demonic Two Slashes!
The effect he could achieve would probably not be ideal.
The Realm gap between them was simply too vast.
"Forget it."
"This old man is not your opponent."
Sword Douluo shook his head dejectedly, only feeling as though he truly was old. In the past, he wouldn't have felt this way, because for a Titled Douluo, his age of under a hundred years old could truly be considered very young. But now, compared to Ye Cheng, this young man who was only 26... he felt like his old age had been completely lived in vain.
"Actually, your potential is not limited to this."
Seeing Sword Douluo looking like he doubted his life, Ye Cheng also felt a bit embarrassed. After all, he was purely a Cheat, and his Strength was not gained through diligent Cultivation. Fighting these Strong Cultivators who truly gained their Strength through diligent Cultivation was simply bullying people.
So, after thinking about it, he felt it was better to say some nice words to comfort him. He didn't want to truly demoralize the man and make him lose his Heart of a Strong Cultivator.
"How do you mean?"
Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, Sword Douluo's dejected expression slightly lessened, and he asked.
"Your Seven Kill Sword, I can feel that its contained potential is not limited to this. But you haven't fully developed it yet." Ye Cheng shook his head and said, "Actually, most Soul Masters in this World have a common problem. That is, they overly rely on Soul Skills, only caring about improving their Soul Power Level, and neglecting the Martial Soul itself. Take your Seven Kill Sword, for example. Do you... truly understand your own Sword?"
"Do I... truly understand my own Sword?" These words successfully made Sword Douluo fall into deep thought. In his mind, it was as if some inspiration was faintly appearing, but he just couldn't grasp that crucial thread.
From when Sword Douluo revealed his Martial Soul earlier, Ye Cheng knew that the current Sword Douluo was not yet the Sword Douluo from the later part of the original work, who, after losing an arm, achieved complete comprehension and caused his Martial Soul to evolve.
The current Sword Douluo, in his thinking, was not yet a pure swordsman, but merely a Soul Master with a Sword Martial Soul. Thus, he was inevitably limited by the mindset of a Soul Master, neglecting the essence of the Martial Soul.
Seeing Sword Douluo still deep in thought, Ye Cheng no longer paid him any mind, but merely turned and stepped out. His entire being seemed to merge into Heaven and Earth, disappearing without a trace.
On the Cliff, only Sword Douluo remained, frowning in thought.
…
After Ye Cheng used Spatial Movement to leave the Cliff,
He did not go too far, but instead chose a nearby hotel to stay.
The next day.
There was a knock on the room door.
"Knock knock!"
Ye Cheng, who was currently sitting cross-legged on the bed, carefully comprehending his own Power, opened his eyes. Even without relying on his senses, he knew who was knocking on the door outside.
"Please come in."
As his voice fell, the room door automatically opened.
A figure he had just seen yesterday came into view.
It was Sword Douluo.
At this moment, Sword Douluo, compared to his dejected and aged appearance yesterday, had significantly improved his mental state. Evidently, after Ye Cheng's reminder yesterday, he had thought for a whole night and gained considerable comprehension. If he continued to ponder slowly, perhaps he wouldn't need to experience the suffering of losing an arm like in the original work to achieve complete comprehension and allow his Martial Soul to fully evolve.
(Author: This book has been signed. The speed exceeded my imagination. I originally thought I'd have to mail the contract. But it turns out an electronic signature is enough now. New book signings usually come with a wave of new book promotions, so I should be updating more. However, the current reality doesn't allow it. Sigh, with this update frequency, the performance probably won't be great. But here, the author still shamelessly asks for some votes. If you can invest, that would be even better. This relates to the book's future recommendations. The author thanks you.)(end of chapter)
