Douluo Dalu: I Take Jingliu as My Master, and Live for the Sword Alone

[Jingliu] [Follow Your Heart] [One Sword to Break Ten Thousand Arts] “If you think a sword should only pursue offense and flashy power, you might as well pick up a Clear Sky Hammer and swing it around for fun.” Tang San: “He’s this powerful without relying on a Martial Soul or Soul Power...” Qian Renxue: “If only I could be like him. Then I could make the holy light of the Angel God shine over Douluo Dalu once more!” Though born into a noble family, he had a Trash Martial Soul and only one level of Innate Soul Power. He endured ridicule and disdain until he met the figure he would spend his life pursuing. “Does choosing a disciple really have to depend on their talent? “That’s just a lazy master looking for twice the results with half the effort. “Or perhaps hoping to make a name for themselves through their disciple. “Reputation, legacy, none of that matters to me.” “So what if he spends his whole life and still can’t learn it? No one has the right to take away another person’s freedom to choose.” “Whoever wants to learn my sword, I’ll teach them.” Her words rekindled the hope that Huiming had long since given up on. “That’s right... No matter the outcome, no matter how long it takes, I only want to have no regrets and never let my master down.” From that day on, Huiming abandoned everything he had once possessed: his Martial Soul, his background, all of it. Since he had chosen this path, he would follow it to the end. He would leave himself no way back and force himself onward. “I wield the moonlight as my sword. Let this moonlit radiance...” “...shine through ten thousand rivers!” Who knew how much time had passed... “Master, I finally understand that sword of yours.” Huiming: “There are countless people who wield swords in this world, but few who truly understand them. Which are you?”