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

were on the edge of the stone, the next was level

dragon head and a

not get a sword sat in the corner of the room with resentment on

of the line, walked out with a look of resentment on his face. From the discussions, Lazaro’s sword talent was only

this result. A sword was a gentleman, and only those with a righteous mind could practice it to the extreme. Although Lazaro

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

move recklessly. Except for some who rushed to help people they knew, everyone continued with the test

Although these people did not die at the hands of the stone golems and mechas

got a sword ignored the feelings of others and even pointed fingers at those who did not get one. Instead of self-reflecting, those who did not get a sword vented

had just learned suddenly popped up in his