""I will surely pass this test."
In the second stone room that Shi Xiaole had passed through, a young boy with a wooden crown was soaked in sweat, frantically swinging his sword, the muscles on his face twitching continuously.
As the two-hour period was about to run out, the boy made ten swift sword strikes on the stone wall, and the stone door was pulled up.
"That was close."
The boy was somewhat scared. He had almost, just barely, failed. The difficulty of this test was far beyond his expectation.
"Does a swordsman at the bottom of the Qingxue State ranking list really need to set such a difficult test?"
At first, the boy had great confidence in himself, but now he admits that he miscalculated. Unless this test is the final one, but it didn't seem like it.
Upon second thought, the boy started to laugh. What was there to worry about? If even he couldn't pass, there was no way anyone from Qingxue State could.
The fourth stone room.
