Pure white.
The power of light spread and flowed around him, creating a stark contrast with his surroundings.
The existence of the swordsman is like a confrontation with everything around him.
It's like lighting a bright lamp in a pitch-black room, constantly fighting against the darkness.
The feeling of being out of place was incredibly strong.
The pure white full-body armor, adorned with several patterns, adds a touch of glamour to the overall look, transforming it from a simple garment into a more luxurious one.
Not a single inch of skin was exposed; the knight was completely hidden beneath his armor, making it impossible to even discern his gender.
Standing tall, the knight calmly met countless gazes.
The atmosphere in the room began to change.
Everyone in the hall had a very strange feeling.
The knight before them had not spoken a word or revealed anything.
But even from his posture and movements, an attitude was subtly revealed.
indifferent.
He didn't take anyone present seriously.
He treated everyone the same, without distinction.
This indifference can often be described as...
arrogant.
The pure white knight silently surveyed everyone present.
He is asserting his existence in his own way.
Surprisingly, not many people felt any resistance.
It all seemed perfectly natural, without any problems whatsoever.
Because, at this moment, he is a legend.
Even the other legends hidden among the crowd did not speak up immediately.
They were observing and trying to discern the true nature of this knight whose depths were unknown.
However, everyone failed.
They couldn't even see through the knight's disguise!
It was as if shrouded in a layer of mist, and any probing force that landed on it would be completely absorbed.
It was like a giant black hole, devouring all the extending soul power.
Even the power of legend vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Of all the legends, the Blind Man felt this most acutely.
Although he lost his sight, he was able to perceive more than others.
The swordsman is likely wearing some kind of special legendary item, which would be of a high rank even among legendary items.
Not only can it block out gazes, but if you try to spy on it, you will feel a cold gaze return to you.
And that gaze, whether it came from the swordsman or not, had the same cold feeling.
In fact, from his "perspective," the swordsman's existence is a walking void, outlining the shape of a person.
Unfathomable.
Having sensed the unusual nature of the swordsman, the legendary figures all gave up further attempts to probe after failing to gain any insight.
Today is for our first meeting, not to cause conflict.
The only thing that can be said for sure is that this swordsman truly exudes an aura of legend.
This rookie adjudicator is a legend.
Or rather, he can already relinquish his status as a newcomer.
Even if he participates in any adjudication, and even if he has no corresponding achievements, his status is unmatched by other rookie adjudicators based solely on his strength.
A legendary adjudicator!
However, the legendary figures who are also at the fifth tier will not be intimidated by this title.
Now, it's just a matter of figuring out whether the other party is qualified to be compared to themselves.
Once this is confirmed, there are still many more things to determine.
Wherever there are people, there will be a world of its own.
Forming cliques is a common occurrence; whether to incorporate or exclude them remains to be decided.
More importantly, there are only so many people in the pie, and if there are more people, some of the vested interests will suffer losses.
The division of power within the courtroom is already fixed, and a new legend means a new twist.
If the swordsman's strength is not legendary, his influence is insignificant and nothing to fear.
But now, he has demonstrated his strength from the very beginning.
To display one's strength openly and honestly, and to announce one's existence to everyone.
They've come with ill intentions!
But no legend has made a move yet; they still need to test the waters and are all waiting for the right opportunity.
A suitable time.
"…………"
Finally, the knight withdrew his gaze from the hall and strode towards the center of the hall.
Along the center line of the entire field, without deviation.
Instead of walking up to the judge's platform, he stopped in the center of the room... next to the platform where the person being interrogated was located.
Clang...
He slowly drew his longsword from his waist, and the simple sword became the new focus, attracting everyone's attention.
The legendary sword—the words of judgment.
Originally, because it involved some secrets and permissions, no more than a hundred people present knew about it.
But now, half a month later, thanks to the efforts and publicity from certain forces, everyone present is aware of the existence of this sword.
The quietly circulating news lavishly praised the effects and power of the "Words of Judgment," almost elevating it to the status of the number one artifact, second only to divine artifacts.
These messages are not just promoting the swordsman himself; their underlying purpose is not benevolent.
Driven by multiple unknown forces, public opinion is developing in one direction:
In the eyes of many, the swordsman is merely a tool chosen by this legendary sword, a puppet with only a title.
What truly matters is the legendary longsword itself.
A meticulous person wouldn't believe such a obviously absurd rumor, but they would still unconsciously keep the news in their mind.
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