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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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtshort 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.
Philip waited for everyone to calm down before he walked slowly to the back of the line. At the front, constant
curses or excited screams could be heard.
Only people with a talent of at least level six could get a sword. Level-six swords were on the edge of the stone, the
next was level seven, followed by eight and nine.
A sword with a dragon head and a golden hilt was right at the top.
The line slowly moved forward. Those who did not get a sword sat in the corner of the room with resentment on
their faces, while those who did stood not far from the stone tablet and talked loudly about other people’s sword
talent.
After a while, Lazaro, who was in the middle of the line, walked out with a look of resentment on his face. From the
discussions, Lazaro’s sword talent was only level three.
Philip 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 of schemes brewing up in his head.
Suddenly, those people gathered in the corner rioted. Everyone launched an attack on those who obtained swords.
For a while, there were countless casualties in the room.
Those who 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 help people they knew, everyone continued with the test while protecting themselves.
Philip lamented. Although these people did not die at the hands of the stone golems and mechas earlier, they still
lost themselves in their complacency and desire.
Those who got a sword ignored the feelings of others and even pointed fingers at those who did not get one.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInstead of self-reflecting, those who did not get a sword vented their resentment toward others.
The sword style that he had just learned suddenly popped up in his mind, the Emotional Sword.
Philip picked up his sword and slashed at the people who were still fighting each other. The sword did not touch
anyone but seemed to have cut something.
Those who were still in a frenzy just now gradually calmed down, and Philip backed down. The rest was not up to
him anymore. Although the fight continued, a group of people slowly pulled away from the crowd.
Only a few managed to snatch a sword. These people wore the uniforms of the White Marsh royal family, and they
were also the ones who encouraged those people to steal swords from others.
After being used as cannon fodder, the target shifted for a while, and the ancient dragon faction attacked the White
Marsh faction.
Philip backed away leisurely. He did not want to get involved with any royal families at the moment.
The fight slowly died down. The White Marsh faction had a small number of people, and most of them were
surrounded and wiped out by the ancient dragon faction. The few remaining people were disarmed and fell to the
ground.
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