Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Everyone on the spectator platform heard his question and they looked at the girl fighting with her competitor. They noticed something that shocked them. Yue Jing was using a sheathed blade and all the attacks were aimed at the vital points of the opponent.
The damage was controlled and negligible to a point otherwise, if she was fighting with a naked blade in her hand the opponent might have died already. The stabs were sharp and the slashes were unpredictable. Yue Jing completely had the upper hand in the exchange. The elders were shocked.
Perseus shivered and said, "This is the most basic sword art set in the sect. I never imagined it to be this dangerous."
Yang Dao said, "There are not waste skills in the world but waste users. If you cannot realize the full caliber of a skill set, then you are at the fault and you only have your comprehension to blame."