A wonder falling down from heaven! A boy possessed by strange blood! Gods tremble! Demons flee! A boy from the land of Dong Zhou. A pink skull as his sworn friend until death. A story of a determined warrior struggling for power. A legend that shakes the galaxy and disturbs the worlds of god, demon and man.
"Brother Zhao, if you want to share something… please feel free to say it," Shi Mu wrinkled his brows as he spoke.
"I’ve already told you that this blade is impeccable… as far as the degree of sharpness or the quality of material is concerned. But, you must be thinking that why this blade is so heavy, right? In fact, this blade is so heavy that even a martial warrior – with gifted innate strength – can’t wield it," Zhao Ping said.
Shi Mu’s eyes flashed as he heard these words. He didn’t say anything. However, a question bubbled-up in his mind.
The blade art wasn’t famous for its agility and elegancy – like sword art; it relied on swift movements and variations. So, an extremely heavy blade was more of a disadvantage rather than an advantage to an ordinary warrior who couldn’t wield it with agility.
There were only a few mighty warriors like Shi Mu who were born with an extraordinary strength. These warriors could further enhance their strength with the help of charm magic.