Jiang Wuyuan sighed helplessly.
[Congratulations, Xiao Yuan.] The sword spirit's voice carried a hint of amusement. [How do you feel?]
[Teacher, I feel full of energy, and my perception is even higher.] Jiang Wuyuan was equally delighted.
He was happy with his strength, but his long hair was a source of distress for him.
As if knowing what he was thinking, the sword spirit comforted him, saying, "[You look very beautiful like this.]"
Jiang Wuyuan's lips twitched, feeling that he hadn't been comforted at all.
[Teacher, I'd better deal with these guys first.]
Jiang Wuyuan held his sword, his long black hair fluttering even without wind.
"Let's try out the new skills I've learned after awakening Sword Heart Clarity," Jiang Wuyuan thought, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Sword Shadow".
Buzz—
The dozen or so flying swords belonging to Jiang Wuyuan that were originally scattered in the hall trembled all at once.
They let out a loud sword cry, and then, under everyone's gaze—
One splits into two, two splits into four...
Finally, the overwhelming sword shadows that had coalesced floated in mid-air.
Even if these sword shadows can only inherit half the toughness of the original sword, that's enough.
Jiang Wuyuan stood tall and elegant, his left hand, with its distinct joints, waving gently.
Sword control technique.
In an instant, the sword intent rose with the wind.
Ten flying swords might not be able to cause much damage to the young swordsmen filling the room.
But what about a hundred, or even a thousand?
The young swordsman wielding the sword was instantly pierced by countless flying swords.
There is no limit to the number of sword shadows; they can be condensed simply by using the power of blood and qi.
Having just awakened, his vital energy had been fully restored by the white pillar of light.
Jiang Wuyuan looked at the countdown again; there were still twenty minutes left.
——
"Time's up—"
Whoosh!
The young swordsman on the field vanished without a trace.
Jiang Wuyuan sheathed his sword and stood still, waiting for the ethereal voice to continue.
"Congratulations on passing the first test with a perfect score," he said, his voice seemingly tinged with amusement. "Would you like to proceed to the second test?"
Jiang Wuyuan declined, "No, thank you, senior. I'll come again next time."
The voice paused for a moment: "The final stage requires the slaying of 3804 swordsmen. For each swordsman you kill, your final credits will increase by 20. After exceeding 1000, for each additional swordsman you kill, your final credits will increase by 50."
In summary, you have earned a total of [number] credits.
Of these, 500 credits are the basic reward for clearing the first level.
The owner of the voice paused, seemingly surprised that Jiang Wuyuan could earn so much in one go.
But since the other person earned it through their own hard work, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and give it to them.
"Place your student card on the stone platform you see after entering the main hall, and the credits will be automatically credited to your card."
Jiang Wuyuan sensed a sudden hint of gritted teeth in the ethereal voice and didn't dare say anything more.
"Yes, thank you, senior."
Jiang Wuyuan placed the student card on the stone as instructed, and when he saw the stone platform light up, he knew it was probably ready.
"That's enough, you can go now."
The voice vanished without a trace as soon as it finished speaking.
Jiang Wuyuan paused, holding the student card, and belatedly realized that he had suddenly become rich.
160,000 credits.
I won't lack credits for a whole year.
For a fleeting moment, Jiang Wuyuan even felt a little like giving up.
Realizing that his thoughts were wrong, Jiang Wuyuan coughed lightly to adjust his state.
While doing so, I also thought about what things I could buy.
While pondering, he stepped out of the Battle Tower.
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