Chapter 202: No Limit Means Treasure Warehouse
Far ahead, Damian walked through the [Outer Sword Graveyard] with relaxed steps.
His mood had become much better.
The words that inner disciple had said kept echoing in his mind.
The Sword Tomb rules did not specify how many swords a candidate could take out.
Damian’s lips slowly curved. "Hehehe..."
A low laugh escaped from his throat.
The gray mist around him shifted slightly, and several nearby swords trembled faintly, as if they had sensed something dangerous approaching.
Damian rubbed his chin, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.
"If there’s no limit, then why should I only take one sword?"
His gaze swept over the countless blades buried across the gray land.
To ordinary disciples, this place was a sacred inheritance ground.
To Damian, it was starting to look like a damn treasure warehouse.
"No, no." Damian shook his head seriously. "I can’t be too low-level."
He glanced at the Profound Grade swords in the outer area and clicked his tongue.
"Profound Grade is good for ordinary disciples, but for me? Useless."
His current enemies were already Golden Core cultivators, and his treasure chests were growing stronger quickly.
Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, Evelyn, Violetta, Vulkara, Esmeralda, Vivian, Selvara...
The more Damian thought about it, the more reasonable his greed became.
"If I want to give gifts, they need to be at least Royal Grade."
His eyes shone with shameless confidence. "Noble Grade doesn’t really move me anymore."
A nearby sword suddenly released a faint unhappy hum.
HUMM.
Damian glanced at it. "What? I’m not looking down on you. I’m just expensive now."
The sword Qi around him sharpened slightly.
Damian immediately raised both hands. "Fine, fine. You’re all respectable swords. Happy?"
The pressure faded.
Damian sighed and continued walking. "Sensitive bastards."
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Far ahead, Damian finally stepped past the invisible boundary of the [Outer Sword Graveyard].
The gray mist around him thickened at once.
The sword Qi in the air became heavier, sharper, and colder, like invisible blades slowly scraping against his skin.
Damian looked around with interest.
"So this is the [Inner Sword Region]."
Compared to the outer area, the swords here were clearly different.
Fewer blades were buried in the ground, but each sword carried a stronger aura.
Some released faint light. Some hummed softly. Some were surrounded by small cracks in the air, as if their sword intent had been cutting the space around them for years.
Damian rubbed his chin. "Noble Grade swords everywhere. Not bad."
He had only taken a few more steps when his eyes suddenly moved.
Not far ahead, two figures stood between several broken stone pillars.
Both wore plain dark robes, and their faces were covered by thin black masks.
Their auras were hidden, but their attention was clearly locked onto him.
Damian stopped.
The two men also stopped pretending.
For a moment, the sword mist drifted silently between them.
Damian tilted his head. "Who are you two?"
One of the masked disciples slowly drew his sword. "You don’t need to know."
The second disciple’s voice was colder. "The only thing you need to know is that you must die here."
Damian blinked.
A second later, he laughed.
"Wow. Straight to the point. I like efficient bastards."
The two masked disciples no longer hid their cultivation.
BOOM!
Two Golden Core auras erupted at the same time.
The sword Qi around them twisted violently, and several nearby Noble Grade swords trembled from the pressure.
Damian’s eyes brightened instead of becoming afraid. "Golden Core cultivators, huh?"
His lips curved with excitement. "Good. I was just wondering how strong I am against real Golden Core Realm cultivators from the sect."
The first masked disciple frowned. "You’re too calm."
Damian stretched his shoulders, and faint chaotic light moved beneath his skin.
"Of course I’m calm. You two came all the way here to help me test my skills. How could I not appreciate that?"
The second masked disciple’s gaze turned murderous. "Arrogant."
Damian slowly raised one hand.
Chaos Qi flowed around his fingers.
His Golden Core pulsed inside his dantian, deep and heavy like a sleeping dragon opening one eye.
The mist around him shook.
A few nearby swords released uneasy hums.
HUMM.
HUMM.
Damian’s smile became dangerous. "Come on then."
His voice lowered. "Let’s see if you two are assassins... or just free practice targets."
The two masked Golden Core disciples were clearly surprised.
They had already known Damian was Elder Selvara’s disciple, but they had not expected him to reach the Golden Core Realm so quickly.
One of them tightened his grip around his sword. "As expected of Selvara’s disciple. You actually reached Golden Core."
The other stepped sideways, blocking Damian’s retreat. "Too bad. Both of us are also Golden Core."
Damian sighed.
"Villains really love talking."
The first masked disciple’s eyes sharpened. "What?"
Damian vanished.
SWISH!
His figure crossed the distance in an instant, and his fist smashed toward the first masked disciple’s chest.
The man’s expression changed.
"So fast!"
He barely raised his sword in time.
CLANG!
Damian’s fist struck the sword blade directly.
Chaotic force exploded outward.
The masked disciple was forced back several steps, his boots carving deep marks into the gray ground.
The second masked disciple attacked from the side without hesitation.
His sword cut toward Damian’s neck with cold killing intent.
SHING!
Damian leaned back slightly.
The sword edge passed in front of his throat, missing by less than an inch.
Damian’s eyes flickered.
"Not bad."
He raised his knee and kicked.
BANG!
The second masked disciple blocked with his arm but was still blasted backward.
The gray mist scattered around them.
Several nearby Noble Grade swords trembled harder, their sword Qi stirring as if annoyed by the sudden battle.
The first masked disciple shouted, "Together!"
The two moved at the same time.
One attacked from the front.
One circled behind Damian.
Their sword lights crossed like a net, sealing Damian’s movement from both sides.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Sharp sword Qi tore through the air.
Damian’s robe fluttered wildly.
Instead of retreating, he stepped forward.
[Thunder Flash Steps] activated.
Purple lightning flashed beneath his feet.
CRACKLE!
His body slipped through the crossing sword lights like a ghost.
One blade sliced through his afterimage.
The other struck empty mist.
Damian appeared beside the first masked disciple and punched toward his ribs.
The man’s pupils shrank. "Damn it!"
He twisted his body and tried to dodge, but Damian’s fist still grazed his side.
BOOM!
Chaotic force burst out.
The masked disciple was thrown sideways and slammed into a broken stone pillar.
CRASH!
Cracks spread across the pillar.
The second masked disciple’s sword Qi erupted. "Die!"
He raised his sword high, and a dark-green sword light formed above the blade.
[Green Shadow Severing Sword]
The sword light dropped like a guillotine.
Damian looked up.
His eyes became serious for half a breath. "Good. At least you’re not completely trash."