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.

the back of the line. At the front, constant curses or excited screams could be

sword. Level-six swords were on

a golden hilt was right at

sword sat in the corner of the room with resentment on their

out with a look of resentment on his face.

mind could practice it to the extreme. Although Lazaro looked very decent, he had a lot of schemes

on those who obtained swords. For a while, there

no one made a move recklessly. Except for some who rushed to help people they knew, everyone continued with the

die at the hands of the stone golems and mechas earlier, they still lost themselves in their complacency and

at those who did not get one.

just learned suddenly popped