"You like swords?!"
"What makes you like swords?!"
Before the old man stood a young child, wielding a brand-new wooden sword.
But the child's sweat had already made the wooden handle damp.
It's hard to even hold on tight.
"No! I just love swords!"
"I'm going to practice swordsmanship!"
The tender child's hand bled, staining the wooden sword, yet he still cried out in heart-wrenching agony.
The wooden sword in his hand trembled incessantly.
But the child still held it tightly and waved it around again and again.
With each swing of his sword, the sound of wind being cut, a sound usually heard only by a third-tier martial artist, was produced.
......
"I've heard that your swordsmanship is the most superb in Wangjia Village?!"
"How about we have a fight?"
The boy held a wooden sword in his hand, a straw hat he had picked up from somewhere was hanging on his head, and a dark red cloak was billowing high in the wind.
Even before the sword was drawn, one could already sense the terrifying sword intent emanating from the young man.
At just over ten years old, his sword intent already surpasses that of many adults.
"Fight? You're too young!"
"Come back when you're a bit older! Also, don't bring a wooden sword! Bring an iron sword!"
"I'm willing to fight, but I want a life-or-death battle! Otherwise, I can't unleash my sword intent!"
"Okay!" The boy nodded and decisively turned to leave.
One month later.
The boy reappeared in the same place, the long sword in his hand still being that wooden sword.
The young man standing in front of him was surprised and asked.
"Didn't I tell you to fetch an iron sword? I won't fight unless it's a fight to the death!"
The boy showed no intention of leaving.
She simply stared at him, saying, "What difference is there between a noble and a lowly sword?"
"Both wooden swords and iron swords can kill!"
"Even a blade of grass can be used as a sword to kill! I think we don't need a duel!"
"Your sword intent is inferior to mine!"
After saying that, the boy turned and left, decisive and resolute, as if he had figured something out.
But the middle-aged swordsman in front of him became enraged and chased after the boy.
"Nonsense!"
"How dare you say my sword intent is inferior to yours!?"
"Then come on! Try out the sword in my hand!"
As he spoke, he decisively drew the sword from its sheath and charged directly towards the boy.
The boy didn't turn around, but the sword in his hand flew out as if it had a mind of its own.
The blade flashed, and the sword in the boy's hand returned to its sheath.
This wooden sword wasn't stained with blood for the first time, but it was certainly the first time it had been stained with someone else's blood!
later.
The boy, armed with a wooden sword, swept through towns, districts, counties, provinces, and prefectures.
They have never encountered any adversaries.
But the boy's victories and glories had already piled up to the point where he couldn't wear them all on his chest.
The wooden sword in the boy's hand was also completely refined into a ninth-tier weapon!
Dragon's Roar Sword!
It was because every time the young man drew his sword, he could faintly hear the roar of a dragon within his own heart.
Sword Saint, Sword God, Sword Immortal—countless titles were bestowed upon the young man.
But Wulong still prefers that title.
Dog, what a blunder!
......
"It turns out, I was actually on the wrong path!"
"What I truly rely on is not that terrifying, boundless physical body."
"It's just... a wooden sword!"
The dog, Wulong, murmured to himself in the secret room, but he really couldn't remember when he had lost his way!
"Perhaps... when the Dragon Roar Sword breaks, that will be the time when my Dao heart changes..."
"Everything can be forged into a sword—iron, stone, trees, flowers, and grass—so what about me..."
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