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Chapter 1166 The Blade That Slays the Stronger
As mentioned earlier, the power of each Soul Sword comes from the strongest desire of its user or the provider of its materials at that moment.

Yang Le felt that Damian at the moment could not possibly create a sword with the same abilities as Magik and Wolverine.

"Can you feel it, Damian? Feel the power of the sword in your hand. The sword originates from your soul and will help you fulfill your strongest desires."

Upon hearing this, Damian held the sword horizontally in front of him and then tried to touch the blade with his left hand. The black aura swirling around the blade immediately became agitated, as if it were reacting to its master's hand.

"The sword seems to be telling me something?" Damian asked uncertainly. "It's telling me to swing it at the stronger."

"Swing your sword at someone stronger? What does that mean?" Yang Le frowned, puzzled. "Is there a clearer explanation?"

“I don’t know,” Damian shook his head. “That’s all I can hear.”

Seeing is believing, and after a brief moment of thought, Yang Le pressed the Omnitrix button. After a flash of white light, the Omnitrix took Yang Le's place.

"Come on, slash me with your sword." Yang Le extended his left arm. "This is the most direct way to know your abilities."

Experimentation is the only way to verify the truth; it's better to take drastic measures than to stand still and speculate.

Damian didn't waste any words. He raised the Soul Sword and slashed Yang Le's finger. The former wasn't stupid; it was just an experiment, so there was no need to be ruthless.

To Yang Le's surprise, Damian's Soul Sword actually cut through the surface of the Primal Energy King Kong. Before the nuclear energy inside his body could leak out, Yang Le quickly transformed into the Clock King.

After repairing the cut on his finger with the Time Ray, Yang Le had to re-examine the Soul Sword in Damian's hand.

While the Primal Transformer may not be the most defensively capable alien hero in Yang Le's Omnitrix, its defenses are not easily breached by just anyone.

Damian's Soul Sword merely grazed the surface of the Primal Transformer, easily piercing its skin. The last one to do this so easily was Diana's Vulcan Sword.

Could it be that Damian's Soul Sword possesses a sharpness comparable to the Vulcan Sword? No! Considering what Damian heard, his Soul Sword is definitely more than that.

Yang Le felt like he had grasped the key, so he transformed into another alien, one that he had never thought he would ever become, but unexpectedly, he transformed into one today for the purpose of testing.

With its orange-yellow, mottled skin, its chubby, short stature almost as tall as Damian, and its features as haphazard as an abstract painting, this unassuming little creature was…

"Wan Dan," Yang Le said in a simple and honest voice. This wasn't something he did intentionally; it was just Wan Dan's natural voice.

"Come on, just like before, stab me."

Damian obeyed and slashed at the egg's hand again, but this time the result was completely opposite to the previous one; the Soul Blade failed to pierce the latter's skin.

Damian was stunned by the result, which was like heaven and earth, but Yang Le comforted him and told him not to worry, because doing only one control experiment was useless.

Subsequently, Yang Le and Damian conducted two control experiments. The control groups included Thunderclap, Fatfish, Kryptonians, and the aliens previously scanned in Hahab.

The results were different this time. The Soul Blade sliced ​​through the skin of the four aliens behind it, and the egg-shaped shards didn't happen again. Damian felt dizzy, but thankfully Yang Le had found the answer.

"I already know the power of your knife." Yang Le returned to human form after healing his wounds once again.

"Simply put, the ability of your Soul Blade is that the stronger the person or thing you are facing, the stronger the blade itself will be. When facing someone or something weaker than you, it is just a slightly sharper sword."

"If your sword is facing someone weaker than you but with higher defense, like the egg I turned into before, it will be unable to break through their defense."

The scientific name for the Maru Eggs is the Azo people, who possess the strongest defensive capabilities that ordinary creatures in the BEN10 universe can have.

Just how strong are the defenses of the Maru Eggs? They can bathe in lava, be showered with laser weapons without getting hurt, and even the infamous Berserker aliens, known as warriors in the universe, could withstand two hours of relentless beatings without sustaining a single scratch.

It is virtually impossible to kill the Azur by ordinary means; that is due to their incredible defensive capabilities.

However, in stark contrast to their incredible defensive capabilities, their offensive abilities are quite weak. If the Azur's defense is 999, then their offensive power is only between 1 and 5, making them utterly pathetic.

This is why only one of the three control experiments had different results. After all, there are few creatures as extreme as the Egg in the universe. Even the Sword of Souls probably never expected to encounter such a thing.

"So, this sword in my hand can cut through almost anything?" Damian examined the sword carefully. Perhaps because the sword originated from his soul, he felt an extraordinary sense of familiarity with it.

"Just like this sword tells you, it is meant to be wielded against the stronger. Its creation must have stemmed from your desire to defeat your mother and win the martial arts tournament."

Yang Le analyzed: "Because you know that you are still young and have little chance of winning when you encounter those martial arts masters, so the idea of ​​defeating the strong gave birth to this knife."

"This is truly an extraordinary blade, Damian. If you dedicate yourself to training, you can defeat many superhumans with just this blade, even Superman himself."

Damian stroked the Soul Blade, growing to love it more and more each time he looked at it. With its help, his chances of winning in the upcoming tournament had increased significantly.

“I really don’t know how to thank you, sir.”

For the first time since meeting Yang Le, Damian genuinely respected him, not for any other reason than that Yang Le had helped him realize his wish.

“It’s no use saying all this now, Damian,” Yang Le waved his hand. “I’ve already given you the best I can. If you still can’t win the next match after all this, then give the stuff back to me and go home quietly.”

Yang Le had set a trap here; he only said he was going home, but didn't specify which home.

That's for sure. Yang Le would never let Damian go back to the Assassin's Guild. What good things could he learn from that extreme woman, Talia? He'd be better off staying with his neurotic father.

At least Alfred is a normal person. The old butler is really too pitiful. Every time Yang Le goes out, he feels that the hair on the former's head is getting thinner. It's time to find him a grandparent to help him heal.

(End of this chapter)