Sword Saints weren't often seen in the world of Aichy. In fact, Sword Saints weren't even a power level. They were simply a glorious title.
Fairy Sword Saint, Human Sword Saint, Beastman Sword Saint, this glorious title transcended levels and was bestowed upon those swordsman warriors who specialized in martial arts cultivation. Their trademark was the ability to release sword energy from their bodies at will.
Aichy wasn't a mystical world where battle energy was rampant and shockwaves were everywhere. Martial artists' training was based on training their physical bodies, slowly increasing their physical strength. If a martial artist didn't come into contact with elemental power or had a supernatural bloodline, even if they trained to the peak, they would still be nothing more than a powerful melee fighter.
In other words, since they were unable to release sword energy, they would forever be nothing more than melee fighters. In that case, to high-level mages, they would still be nothing more than tough sandbags. That was why even though sword energy seemed unremarkable, it was often the difference between life and death for pure warriors.
Only the Sword Saints themselves knew that stepping into the Sword Saint Realm actually meant breaking through the barrier between themselves and the outside world, establishing some sort of special connection. Their will and killing intent would transform into actual power, and the power within their bodies would be able to transform into Sword Qi to injure others. It would also be possible to grasp the profound meaning of large-scale killing swordsmanship, turning the impossible into the possible.
Didn't this sound familiar? The world of Aichy also had so-called Saint-ranked existences. These were existences that were above Legend rank. They were powerful individuals who had reached the level of Saints. Their unique characteristic was that they were able to communicate with the outside world and transform their will into power that could affect reality.
Everything originated from the soul. A sufficiently powerful soul's will would be able to distort the natural laws of the world and affect the world. Being able to do this would make one an extraordinary Saint.
Only the Sword Saints themselves knew that becoming a Sword Saint was only the beginning …
"There's too much of a difference."
The flat training field was now littered with bodies. The mercenaries were helplessly moaning on the ground, while Roland's spirit clone was standing there in boredom.
This wasn't the result of fighting for three days and three nights. Instead, it was the result of only ten minutes. The mercenaries followed Timlad's instructions and went up one by one to exhaust their opponents' stamina. However, they discovered that if their opponents collapsed instantly, they wouldn't even be able to exhaust their stamina.
In the end, they were forced into a corner, and everyone went up together …
"Twelve seconds? Or eleven seconds? Forget it, it's meaningless. It's like an adult bullying a child. He's not serious at all. "
The mercenaries finally saw what a Great Sword Saint was like when he used his full strength. Even though his arms were so weak that he could only pick up a wooden stick, a casual wave of his Sword Ki Storm was comparable to a tornado in real life. If you were fast enough, you would be hit first before you even realized he was drawing his sword.
Twelve people went up, and twelve streaks of Sword Qi were sent down. They did not waver in the profound meaning, because the opponent in front of them was not worthy.
This was blatant disdain. The incarnation didn't even bother to use its venomous tongue. It simply squatted down and yawned in boredom. Then, it looked as if it was watching a child fight with a water gun. This caused the warriors who had been through life to feel quite hurt.
At the same time, they were secretly rejoicing. If it weren't for the fact that the Trial Grounds had a restriction against killing, there would probably be no one left alive.
Barton himself was the most heavily injured person in this mess. Every time he charged forward at full strength, he would end up being distracted by his opponent and injuring himself with his own strength.
Even though there was a rule that forbade him from intentionally injuring others, Roland's incarnation wouldn't hold back too much against another Sword Saint. And if he didn't hold back, he would be injured even more.
However, Barton didn't slack off at all. He slightly bandaged his wounds and charged forward again, then flew back at an even faster speed.
This wasn't because Barton had suddenly awakened to some special hobby. It was because he was the leader's responsibility. He couldn't back down at such a time. Timlad silently praised Barton behind his back …
"Are you all idiots? A Sword Saint is training with you, and you don't even have to worry about accidentally dying? Where else can you find such a good opportunity!?"
Alright then, it seemed that Barton hadn't thought that much. Was he simply acting like a warrior? However, Timlad could tell from the strange smile on Barton's face that he wasn't as simple as he appeared to be.
The leader's angry roar was effective. With Barton, the Sword Saint, taking the lead, the others all gathered their strength again. At the very least, this was a rare opportunity.
Meanwhile, Timlad was busying himself in front of a device.
"… Something's wrong. The Trial Grounds are locked to an 'activated' state."
"Of course something's wrong. This place wouldn't normally be activated. And since that Roland is blocking our way, the Mage Tower Spirit would definitely take action as soon as possible. "
Compared to before, Catalina's eyes were much less strange now. However, her tone and aura were far different from the simple and honest barmaid she had been back then.
"This calmness isn't right. We need to immediately break through this place. Sister Winlair … Brother, I'll have to trouble you … "
"I don't know any martial arts. Can I use magic?"
"There's no helping it. Every minute we waste like this is more dangerous."
The dragon lich Winlair had been worried that using magic in the Trial Grounds would attract more trouble. That was why he hadn't done anything yet. But right when he gathered his mana and locked onto Roland's clone, a series of abnormal sounds echoed throughout the entire Trial Grounds.
"Malicious magical reaction detected. Intruder detected. Self-defense mode has been automatically changed to counterattack mode. Spirit clone is no longer allowed to harm others. Duplicates are no longer allowed. Entering free mode. Beginning to eliminate the intruder."
Timlad's simultaneous translation was quite timely. However, everyone realized that they had been fooled yet again.
At this moment, Timlad instantly understood what was going on. This area was most likely a special and independent area. Since it wasn't under the jurisdiction of the Sky Tower Spirit, it naturally didn't need to care about the restrictions of the Sky Tower Spirit. And so, the Sky Tower Spirit had decided to use someone else to do the dirty work.
"Be careful! Retreat! Don't let it duplicate any more trouble. "
Before the mercenaries could retreat, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the center of the Trial Grounds. The master of this Trial Grounds wasn't satisfied with the strongest novice that these mercenaries had ever seen.
"Foolish carbon-based lifeforms, your end has arrived. Take a look at the strongest warrior of my civilization!"
The Trial Grounds' function was activated once again as it repeatedly scanned the shadow that just appeared. Numerous new spirit warriors were born.
"Soaring Sophie, Flesh Butcher Gilvir … Damn it, they're all epic heroes from that generation!"
At a glance, even Timlad felt despair. These spiritual lifeforms were actually all powerful martial artists from the Haletdam generation!
…
While Timlad and Barton's adventuring team was in danger, the main battlefield fell into an abnormally calm.
The Undead Calamity's reinforcements were still on their way. Meanwhile, Conservation was doing her best to absorb the power of death to recover. But at this moment, she discovered that the scenery around her had changed yet again. That abnormal scene appeared before her once again.
Even though this pitch-black world had been ravaged by a terrifying explosion, it still existed. However, the ground had caved in quite a bit. There were even crystallized ores in the deep craters that had been blasted open. Lava and flames still flowed slowly in many areas. Thick smoke billowed in the sky, and the ground was scorching hot. This was obviously not a good place for people to stay.
However, such an environment was meaningless to Conservation. She knew that this world wouldn't be able to stop people from entering and leaving normally.
"You want to block my vision and play some tricks? Or take this opportunity to dispel the power of death? "
Just as she was about to leave this region, she suddenly stopped. She discovered that the power of death around her had become even denser and more … delicious?
"This … probably isn't natural. Perhaps this is a place even more suitable for undead to live in than the Death Planes. Is this where Yongye keeps his servants? He miscalculated this time. With such a land of death, my recovery will be much faster … "
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