Son of the Tower

Chapter 205 Challenge
Mars remembered that he had found the official website of Great Sword Master on a search engine. The homepage of the official website was black with a line of words written on it.

Great Sword Master is a native profession abandoned by the times.

Because in the later period of the Great Destruction, when the musket appeared, the great swordsmen suddenly discovered that there was a weapon that could kill them faster than the mage. In fact, a musketeer trained for half a year, as long as he had the background of the hunter sequence, You can unexpectedly kill the sword master on the same level from a distance.

And a newly promoted swordsman has almost no power to protect himself against a mortal musketeer who has been studying for three months. months.

Therefore, it is not that human beings no longer like powerful native occupations, but that the times have eliminated them.

Mars thought of this and stretched out his hand.

Someone outside the court said that this is an antiquity, so Mars should not make a move.

But Mars turned a deaf ear to it, because he could feel that there was a will in the sword calling him.

The moment Mars touched the hilt of the great sword, the world in Mars' eyes disappeared, everything was going backwards, the building became a construction site, the street became a field, and then it was a battlefield between chaos and humans.

Finally, a man stood in the field.

He turned to Mars.

"A blade dancer, child of the future, do you still believe in the profession of a sword master? Do you still think that a sword can protect everything?"

This is an old man with white hair and eyes full of loneliness and sadness.

He held a broken hand and half sword in his hand.

Mars thought for a while, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of a point of view that should make sense: "I believe that the sword master is a profession, and the sword is still a weapon that can protect everything. It's not that the sword master has no room for survival. , what muskets bring is only a harsher future, but justice has always been within the arms of the sword bearer, this is the same whether it is ten thousand years ago or a hundred thousand years later, Your Excellency."

"If the sword holder also holds a musket, is this the end of the sword master." The old man asked.

"Your Excellency, muskets are not the doomsday for sword masters. Both muskets and swords are weapons. There is no difference between gun holders and sword holders. Only people's hearts are different. Evil people do evil, and good people promote good. The root of all injustice and strife, in my opinion, is not believing in yourself is the end." After finishing speaking, Mars patted his chest.

This is what An Mimi said, the movements of the great swordsman when he is about to fight.

The loneliness and sadness on the old man's face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"I have seen others, but that black-haired kid has a bad mentality and is not suitable for my inheritance, and you... Although you are a hairy orc, you have a good mentality and a firm will, and what is even more rare is yours. The heart is to my appetite, I am Emetselke, let me go on with what I have learned in fighting all my life, remember you said that justice is always within the arms of the sword bearer."

With this proverb, Mars found that the wilderness is no longer there, and there is only a jungle of steel in New Hangzhou.

Raising the sword, Mars looked at the black-haired young man who came out from the first floor of the building, and pulled a sword flower with extremely skillful movements.

All the skills of fighting came to mind one by one, Mars smiled because it was a habit: "I'm here."

"Your appearance is amazing." The black-haired Pu Jiale held his alloy sword and looked at Mars from a distance: "After all, the ancient war swords are very old. Mottled, it shouldn't be used."

Mars raised his sword and looked at the mottled cracks on the sword. Its owner fought with it to the last moment. Aimet Selke, the legendary sword master of Carterburg, was still fighting against the residual chaos until he was a hundred years old. On the battlefield, he was finally killed in the wilderness due to serious injuries. His life was a life of holding a sword. He was the last glory of the native profession of the great sword master.

After him, the great sword master has no battle legend.

Thinking of this, Mars shook his head.

"Although the ancient sword is old, it still has the will to kill the enemy."

Yes, this sword has been seriously damaged long ago, but it has always carried the last sword intent of the legendary lord, it is picking a young man, it is waiting for an inheritance, and today it has waited.

Mars didn't want it to lose its last chance to fight.

"You stupid guy, do you know that this sword is the sword of His Excellency Emmetselk? Do you know how precious it is? Before you die, you hope that its successor can continue to protect the planet under our feet! And you want to hold it and use it in a duel! It's covered in scars!"

Mars was still unwilling to let go of his hand. At this moment, a house elf holding a sheathed half sword came over.

When Mars saw the sword, the sword in his hand suddenly stopped struggling, and it seemed to accept the fate of being replaced.

"I am the sword bearer of the Meng family. This is the sword you should hold." The house elf's hair was all white, and he even had a hunched back, which was a sign of extreme age.

Mars drew out the sword first, and with its appearance, Mars felt the resonance of the soul, as if this half-handed sword had been prepared for him from the very beginning.

"Thank you." Mars gently put the ancient sword into the sheath.

Then a guard came over and escorted the old man away.

Mars looked at the sword in his hand. The sword was 1.1 meters long, with a sharp front end and a blood groove. There were two palms near the hilt that were not edged.The hilt is a straight hilt, and the pommel on both sides is round, which is the same as the four-corner counterweight at the end of the hilt, which can be used for hammering when necessary.

A very standard Xilu-style hand-and-a-half sword, how did the sword-bearer of the Meng family keep this sword, and how did they bring it here.

But at this moment, in the eyes of Mars, these are just sidelines. He just looked at the opponent in front of him. He was at the scene on that rainy night, and he was also one of the people who shot at his father.

But his thoughts were also stamped, and the two stamped people are said to have been found by the Justice Church, but their minds were also stamped, and they don’t know anything about why they came to the pier that day.

Park Jiale is not behind the scenes, but that doesn't mean they won't be hunted by Mars.

Because he has to pay for his mistakes.

Thinking of this, Mars looked at Pu Jiale in front of him: "It's a classical challenge, right?"

"Yes, classical challenge." After speaking, Park Jiale began to perform auxiliary spells for himself.

So Mars held the sword in one hand and began to perform spells with the other.

Elven language is not easy to memorize, but Mars's talent allows him to release spells directly with only gestures, which makes Anmimi very envious. She said that such a talent is hard to find in the world.

Mars didn't believe it before.

But now the uproar around him made him have to believe it.

(End of this chapter)