Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 97 Imperial Sword Master
Then, he slowly approached the Tower of Trials.

As stated in the mission introduction, the surrounding area is full of scorched earth, and even a little bit of greenery cannot be seen. Moreover, the closer to the tower of trials, the darker the surrounding land.

Finally, Sumentu came to the tower.

When I looked at it from a distance, I only felt that the tower was tall and slender, but it was really close.

Only then will I realize that this tower is really generous!

A ghost-headed gate facing Sumentu is as high as a three-story building. On both sides of the gate, there are two stone statues, two stone statues with grimaces and giant swords in hand.

Sumentu walked over, stretched out his fingers and flicked the giant sword on the ground of the stone statue curiously.

This material is not stone, but it doesn't look like steel either, which is very strange.

He raised his head, just in time to see the eyes of the stone statue were also facing him.

Su Mentu was startled, and looked again, the eyes of the stone statue turned back again, and the two stone statues looked at each other.

"It's really weird..." Sumentu took two steps away.

After looking around again, he gritted his teeth, walked forward with big strides, supported the door with both hands, pushed hard, and the door opened.

Sumentu's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness inside the tower.

Behind him, the eyes of the two stone statues also turned silently, staring at the place where Sumentu disappeared...

As soon as Su Mentu stepped into the tower of trials, he always felt that something was wrong.

Directly in front of him was a long and narrow aisle.

Sumentu remembered that the tower looked like a cylinder from the outside, and it wasn't that long!
But now, such a long and narrow aisle with almost no end in sight appeared before Sumentu's eyes.

Sumentu rubbed his cheeks and walked straight forward.

This was originally a world created by God, and anything that seems unbelievable to normal humans is normal here.

The floor of the aisle is made of solid wood, which is soft and silent when stepped on.

There are hazy screen windows and locked wooden doors on both sides. Sumentu looks back and forth, behind those hazy screen windows, there are always some mysterious shadows flashing, like groups of dancers in the dark, and he , like a little mouse that broke into someone else's territory, shuttled forward amidst the messy footsteps of those dancers.

This aisle is very long, super long, Sumentu walked for about half an hour before reaching the end of the aisle...

Sumentu looked up at the gate with a huge "one" printed on it.

Sighing lightly, he stretched out his hand and pushed it up.

With a little effort, the door opened.

The door is pure black, the kind of black that makes you unable to see even your fingers.

Sumentu stepped in, and the door closed behind him.

This time, Sumentu was completely plunged into the darkness.

But he didn't panic. After calming down a little, he began to breathe slowly, quietly feeling all the movements around him.

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The sound of the match being lit sounded, and Su Mentu found the position where the match was lit in an instant.

Strange to say, when the match was lit, the light became brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the whole room.

The one who lit the match was a man in knightly armor.

He was sitting on a stool all over the room, and with this match lit the candlestick before him.

The man's armor looked rusty and old.

He was seated sideways, with a helmet on his head, and his sword lay beside the table.

"Are you the owner of the trial tower on the first floor?" Sumentu asked tentatively.

The man didn't answer him directly, but reached out and took off his helmet.

A head of flowing silver hair was scattered from the helmet.

But the half of his face that was revealed was an old wrinkled face.

Even more surprising is yet to come.

The man stood up slowly, the old armor on his body squeezed against each other and made a harsh creaking sound.

After he turned around completely, Sumentu was startled.

The old man in front of him, besides having flowing long hair...

Half of the face is missing!

That's right, the old man lost half of his face, the other half was intact, and the remaining half was all skeleton bones!

"Hello, tester, welcome to this purgatory." The old man stood up and said this to Sumentu in a calm tone.

"Um...can I ask your name?" Sumentu asked tentatively.

The old man stood tall, with his hands on his stomach, supporting his long sword.

"My name is Egal, and I am the trial officer guarding the first floor of the Tower of Trials."

His voice was full of air, but Sumentu watched the fleshless bones on the other side of his face always touch together when he was talking, which always made Sumentu feel a little creepy.

"Ah, hello."

As Sumentu said, he subconsciously wanted to shake hands with him.

But Ergal didn't look at him at all, and Sumentu was a little embarrassed.

He took his hand back and smiled.

"As the trial officer of the first floor, I also shoulder the task of guiding." Egal went on to say.

Sumentu scratched his hair: "Go on."

"The trial that the Tower of Trials has to endure is not just a simple trial of force."

Su Mentu muttered in a low voice: "Could it be possible to have everything in morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor?"

Ergale glanced at Sumentu with his empty eyes.

"What Shiva Hetian Supreme needs is not just a simple fighting machine, but also flesh and blood, who can give him great help from the gods and generals."

Sumentu said oh.

"Understood, then what do you want me to do? That is, what should I compare with you, and what is the criterion for winning."

Ergal raised his long sword.

Said lightly: "Swordsmanship."

Sumentu squinted his eyes, and the Pojun in his hand let out a whisper: "Swordsmanship, I think it's feasible!"

He didn't feel that the old man in front of him could bring much hindrance to him. He even felt that the sword in the old man's hand was very likely to be broken directly by him.

In order to show respect, Sumentu stepped forward to shake hands with Ercal.

When the two held hands together, Sumentu couldn't help laughing.

In front of him, a few lines of blue prompts appeared.

Egal (half human), the sword master of the empire, Egal, was the supreme sword master of the Gudasi Empire during his lifetime, and served as the head of the army of the Gudasi Empire for hundreds of years. From a small country that was left behind and gradually became stronger, and then ruled the entire continent, Egal has made absolute and indelible contributions and is honored as the second monarch.Later, because of the pursuit of eternal life, he was condemned by God and exiled in heaven. After being refined by Shiva Heitian, he became the trial officer on the first floor of the tower of trials.

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"Imperial Sword Master! I'm really screwed!" Su Mentu complained.

He originally thought that the old man was a very ordinary old knight similar to medieval Europe, but he didn't expect that the trial officer guarding the first floor had such a strong background.

Ergal let go of the hand he was holding with Sumentu, then raised the sword in his hand and pointed at Sumentu.

"Come on, every battle, I will spare no effort to attack, betting the dignity of the head of my empire!"

Sumentu's heart was boiling, and he had waded through the army of grass and mud horses countless times.

He doesn't know how to do swordsmanship at all!The only swordsmanship he knows now is that of the black iron dagger, but Su Mentu knows with his heels that the swordsmanship of the black iron dagger is comparable to the swordsmanship of this imperial swordsman...it is almost the same as a gnat shaking a big tree reason.

"It's really a headache, how about trying the effect of the short blade?" Sumentu whispered beside him.

Agal had already given an early warning, then he shouted and rushed over.

When he moved, the rusty long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a layer of light from the inside to the outside at this moment!
This light is like clean water, directly removing all impurities from the top and bottom of the sword, and in just a moment, the sword revealed its original sharp appearance!
In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword was already in front of him!
Sumentu turned sideways to barely dodge, and then raised Pojun to block it.

Agal flipped his wrist, and the entire sword turned sideways, using the previous strength to make a sweeping sweep.

Po Jun collided with this brand new knight sword.

Sparks fly!

A smile appeared on the half of Ergal's face that still had flesh and blood.

He kicked over, and the movement was very slow. Under Sumentu's enhanced vision, he broke down this movement into several sections.

However, he wanted to get out to dodge, but the knight's sword was stuck in his hand, and the angle of his kick was really tricky, Sumentu couldn't dodge at all.

Just as he was thinking, Ergal stepped on Sumentu's waist.

But unexpectedly, the strength of this kick was not great.

Sumentu was stunned for a moment at first, thinking that it was because he was old and had no strength, but then, Ogale's figure was like a ballet dancer!
He even walked up Sumentu's body with his stepped foot!

His whole body has become a standard split action.

And this kick successfully landed on Su Mentu's face...

"what!!!"

Sumentu couldn't take it anymore, he put his hands together, pushed Ercale away, and distanced himself from him.

He touched his cheek and spit out the dust he had eaten.

"Old man! You are playing tricks!" Sumentu said angrily, pointing at Ergal.

"You and I are all using skills, so how can we talk about cheating?" Ergal still had a smile on his face, leaning on the sword with both hands, and said quite easily.

"Humph."

Sumentu looked at Ercal, breathed out from his nasal cavity, and let out a cold snort.

He put away his troops. For this kind of technical duel, without an absolute advantage in strength, it would be impossible for him to win without any rules. Moreover, through the contact just now, Sumentu could also feel the opponent. The power in a person's body is only a lot more than one's own.

(End of this chapter)