Demon-Cleaver

As the strongest six-star bow in the corridor, the energy field it emitted was incomparably violent.

Since the Thousand-Blade Corridor opened, more than a dozen Archer class students had already tried and failed.

The lucky ones were merely thrown back; the unlucky, like the one just now, were seriously injured.

Facts had proven that those with mediocre qualifications were simply not worthy of being the master of this longbow.

The same thought couldn’t help but surface in many people’s minds.

Perhaps, only that person was qualified to touch this bow, right?

As if in response to everyone’s expectations, a figure arrived fashionably late at this moment.

He slowly stepped into the Thousand-Blade Corridor.

He yawned carelessly.

He had the lazy look of someone who had just woken up, his uniform worn loosely.

However, this casualness did not make him look sloppy.

Instead, it further highlighted his transcendent confidence.

The newcomer was none other than Eliyas.

His arrival immediately caught everyone’s attention.

The crowd automatically parted, making a path for him.

Eliyas casually scanned the weapons suspended on both sides.

The five-star weapons that ordinary students flocked to were not even worth a mention in his eyes.

As he passed by several other six-star longbows, he picked them up casually.

To everyone’s surprise.

Those six-star longbows, which were unruly in the hands of others, were exceptionally docile in his.

However, Eliyas merely glanced at them.

Then, as if tossing away trash, he casually threw these six-star bows back to their original positions.

His steps did not pause as he walked towards the final bow.

And the strongest one, Skyrend.

He stopped in front of the transparent longbow that emitted a violent aura.

His cold gaze swept over the body of the bow.

A faint arc curved at the corner of his mouth as he commented.

“Not bad.”

Then, he made a move that made the hearts of many students stop.

Eliyas directly reached out his hand, ignoring the energy fluctuations that were enough to seriously injure a person.

He firmly gripped the body of the bow!

“Voom!!!!!”

The moment he gripped it, a blinding blue light suddenly erupted!

A fierce wind swept through the entire inner space of the Thousand-Blade Corridor. The whistling torrent of energy made it almost impossible for people to open their eyes.

Black and the others’ gazes were all locked tightly on Eliyas.

He held the bow with one hand, his figure as steady as a rock.

He let Skyrend tremble violently in his hand.

Like an enraged primordial beast trying to break free from its restraints.

Eliyas snorted coldly, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

“Noisy.”

Before his words fell, a vast ocean of spiritual power erupted from his body!

Under the absolute suppression of this power, the originally violent Skyrend was as if its throat had been seized.

The intensity of its struggles rapidly diminished, and its violent aura receded like a tide.

Finally, it fell completely silent.

It lay docilely in Eliyas’s hand.

And at that very moment, a massive golden pillar of light shot into the sky.

It pierced through the dome of the corridor!

It was far thicker than Irena’s!

The entire Thousand-Blade Corridor fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure bathed in golden light, swallowing hard.

Only eight words remained in their minds.

The chosen one, of stunning talent.

“Damn it! He actually got it!”

Aphra stomped her foot in anger, clenching her small fists.

Black, however, felt that it was only natural for Eliyas to obtain Skyrend.

‘He’s the developer’s favorite son, are you kidding me?’

With his ridiculous talent, most of the weapons in the Thousand-Blade Corridor seemed mediocre in his eyes.

Even Skyrend was probably just barely worthy of him.

The golden light slowly dissipated, and Eliyas casually slung Skyrend onto his back.

He crossed his arms and leaned lazily against the wall.

His gaze swept carelessly over the crowd, finally landing on Black’s group.

His gaze first flicked past Aphra and Oscar.

Then it settled on Black’s face.

Being watched by this “Long Aotian,” Black’s heart skipped a beat, feeling a little surprised.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no malice in the other’s gaze.

It was probably just curiosity as to why this unfamiliar face was standing with the prince and princess.

However.

The next second, Eliyas actually curled his lips at him.

And gave him an ambiguous smile.

Black was a bit bewildered, and alarm bells went off in his head.

‘What’s the meaning of this?’

‘He shouldn’t know me, right?’

‘Logically, this should be the first time he’s ever seen me.’

‘So that smile was…?’

He quickly racked his brain, confirming that he had not done anything that could have attracted the other’s attention.

Fortunately, Eliyas’s smile was fleeting, and his gaze soon shifted.

It landed on another figure who had just entered the corridor.

Black breathed a sigh of relief and followed his gaze.

The newcomer was Jianye.

Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of most of the second-year students.

Aside from that monster Eliyas, she was the strongest one here today.

Everyone was guessing whether this famous genius girl of the academy could also obtain a six-star weapon.

Along the way, many students took the initiative to greet Jianye, their voices filled with encouragement.

“Miss Jianye, good luck!”

“We’re rooting for you, Jianye!”

Jianye also smiled and responded politely to each one.

That smile was warm and gentle, as if it could melt ice and snow.

Black watched from the side, a little dumbfounded.

Every time Jianye faced him, she had a face as cold as frost. It made him almost forget.

This fellow transmigrator of his was actually a person who was very good at interpersonal relationships.

She was like a fish in water among the girls, and in the hearts of the boys, she was like the white moonlight.

It seemed that only in front of him, Black, was she too lazy to pretend, showing her vigilance and distance.

Oscar stared at Jianye’s figure, a smile of appreciation on his lips.

He said to Aphra.

“Aphra, that is the Jianye I mentioned to you before. A… very special girl.”

Seeing that even her picky brother had such a high evaluation.

Aphra curiously took a few more glances at Jianye.

“Oh? Even you think she’s special? Then I’ll have to pay close attention.”

Under everyone’s gaze, Jianye walked calmly through the corridor.

Her gaze swept past all sorts of weapons.

Finally, her steps stopped in front of a special longsword.

The longsword was as translucent as glazed glass.

Liquid gold light flowed within it, and the blade continuously shed fine dust of light, as if the blazing sun had been condensed into a sharp edge.

The spine of the sword was inscribed with numerous mysterious runes.

Just one glance at it made one feel that all evil thoughts in their heart were eliminated.

A feeling of righteous awe arose spontaneously.

This was the legendary six-star longsword that specialized in slaying evil spirits and demons, the Demon-Cleaver.

The personal sword of a former headmaster of Dragonheart Academy.

Its fame was no less than that of Skyrend.

Looking at the Demon-Cleaver, then at Jianye.

Black felt quite emotional.

In the game, he had controlled Jianye and stopped in front of this very sword.

Seeing that Jianye had chosen the Demon-Cleaver.

Aphra’s expression also became much more serious.

“She wants to take the Demon-Cleaver?”

This sword was the regret she had been unable to conquer back then.