The First Heir

Everyone crowded around and discussed loudly. Some people had extreme thought and then they cut their fingers eagerly.

The light glowed and transformed, ‘Level 6’.

The moment the light appeared, a sword stuck on the edge of the stone moved a little, and the man stepped forward and took it out effortlessly.

Everyone became excited and scrambled to test their sword talents. Even Lazaro, the sword practitioner with an upright appearance but who fled right before the battle, pushed everyone aside with the intention to do the test.

Suddenly, a wall made of earth rose and separated the crowd from the stone tablet. The strong fluctuations of the earth element made it impossible for the crowd to break through.

“Stop pushing and take turns. There are many swords here. I’m sure those with talents will definitely get one!” A short figure emerged from the crowd and shouted.

Although no one was willing to line up at the back of the line, they still did while fighting with each other to get a better spot.

he walked slowly to the back

people with a talent of at least level six could get a sword. Level-six swords were on the

dragon head and a golden hilt was right at

room with resentment on their faces, while those who did stood not far from

a look of resentment

sword was a gentleman, and only those with a righteous mind could practice it to the extreme. Although Lazaro looked very decent, he had a lot

Everyone launched an attack on those who obtained swords. For a

the queue did not know which side to help, but no one made a move recklessly. Except for

die at the hands of the stone golems and mechas earlier,

even pointed fingers at those who did not get one. Instead

sword style that he had just learned suddenly popped up in his mind, the Emotional