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.

everyone to calm down before he walked slowly to the back of

swords were on the edge of the stone, the next

with a dragon head and a golden hilt was right

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

middle of the line, walked out with a look of resentment on his face. From the

had expected this result. A 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

launched an attack on those who obtained swords. For a while, there

were still in the queue did not know which side to help, but no one made a move recklessly. Except for some who rushed to

people did not die at the hands of the stone

feelings of others and even pointed fingers at those who did not

had just learned suddenly popped up in his mind,