The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

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.

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

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

sword with a dragon head and a

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

a look of resentment on his face. From the

those with a righteous mind could practice it to the extreme.

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

to help, but no one made a move recklessly. Except for some who rushed to help people

these people did not die at the hands of the stone golems and mechas earlier, they still lost themselves in their

and even pointed fingers at those who did not get one. Instead of self-reflecting,