The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Getting involved in a fight and watching it for entertainment are two completely different things.

Go ahead and fight!

Don't just stare!

Do it!

Boring, I want to see rivers of blood!

Ignoring the legendary thoughts around him, the swordsman stood quietly.

The knight did not stand tall and proud, but his demeanor was in stark contrast to that of the panicked Grand Duke Hanci.

High judgment.

Looking silently at the Grand Duke Hanci, who was speechless, choked by the words he had just spoken, the swordsman asked:

Why are you remaining silent?

A cold, emotionless voice only makes the listener feel more mocked.

"You...you!?"

He was previously looked down upon by Keynes, then lost his composure because of the swordsman's appearance, and now he's being humiliated like this...

The chilling aura emanating from Grand Duke Hanci had completely spiraled out of control!

If it's stimulated just a little more, it will explode without restraint.

Fortunately, he still retained his rationality.

No!

Don't make a move!

This is Jaslin's family territory, and there are other invited guests here. Making a move now would be a provocation to everyone.

Moreover, Augustus will arrive soon.

I absolutely cannot make a move; at the very least, I cannot be the first to strike!

The icy aura erupted and then immediately contracted. Grand Duke Frostthorn forced himself to calm down and coldly snorted:

What do you want me to say?

His upright posture showed no sign of wavering, and his eyes beneath the helmet stared indifferently ahead.

"An explanation."

Why wouldn't I have the courage to appear before you?

A slap.

Standing still, every second the swordsman was present was a resounding slap across the face of Grand Duke Hanci.

His face beneath the mask was grim, and Han Ci's suppressed anger almost erupted again.

"what……"

Don't fall into the trap!

Clenching his fist tightly, Hanci knew he couldn't let the opponent take control of the game; he had to counterattack.

"Heh, explain? Why should I explain to you?"

Han Ci carefully examined the swordsman, constantly comparing his appearance to the one he had last seen.

Aura, posture, and pressure...

Although there seemed to be no problem on the surface, based on the details, Han Ci was certain that the swordsman at this moment was different from the last time and was indeed a legend!

The two sword-wielders were not the same person!

Now, I have leverage over them!

Having figured this out, Hanci's anger vanished, and he felt much lighter.

Only one person can draw the words of judgment; only that person is the true wielder of the sword.

The person before me is indeed a legend, but he is an imposter of the swordsman.

Ha ha ha.

"I'm really curious about something now: who exactly are you?"

With a cold laugh, Han Ci scoffed at the swordsman who remained unresponsive and asked:

"Are you really... the Sword Bearer?"

……

……

Bincheng, Xilin's laboratory.

Jiang Wan stood silently in front of the huge screen, her tracking target firmly locked on Ning Feng.

After a long while, she didn't turn around, then suddenly spoke:

"Xilin?"

There was no answer from behind.

Jiang Wan lowered her head and silently took a deep breath.

Suck……

Suddenly looking up, she shouted in the quiet room:

"Where did you run off to!?"

"Where are you? You're not here at all!"

We agreed to watch the live stream together, where the hell are you?

Unfortunately, there was still no response from inside the room despite the angry roars.

"Ha... Ah, ha..."

Then, she turned and looked around the room, finally finding a letter left for herself on the table in Shirin's bedroom.

His furrowed brows relaxed quickly.

"........."

Then, Jiang Wan shouted even louder.

"what!"

"We agreed to stay home together, but you sneaked out by yourself!"

Jiang Wan slammed the letter onto the table and angrily rebuked:

"Are you two planning to elope here?"

"hateful!!!"

……

……

The helmet tilted slightly, and the being within the full suit of armor seemed somewhat surprised, observing Han Ci from a different perspective.

But after a few seconds, he shook his head and calmly said:

"I am the swordsman."

Han Ci saw the swordsman's reaction as a sign of stubbornness and a guilty conscience, and pressed his advantage, saying:

"If you are, then why don't you draw your sword?"

"Only those who draw the words of judgment are the sword-bearers of the Inquisition, not some legend who can impersonate them."

“I don’t know how you got your hands on this sword, but if you can’t prove it, you are challenging the dignity of the court.”

His aura gradually rose with his words, and the previously suppressed Cold Thorn now displayed a terrifying aura befitting a legend.

In his words, the imposter swordsman before him was an ignorant man attempting to provoke the court.

The pattern on his mask was thorns covered in frost, and it was more than just a design.

Grand Duke Frostthorn is a thorn in the interrogation hall, shrouded in icy cold. As a legendary interrogator, his aura is terrifying.

He was the perpetrator, the master of dark arts, and the cruel executioner.

Despite the dangerous aura, the swordsman remained calm.

He didn't draw his sword on the spot, nor did he make any other move. Instead, he asked directly:

"Then who do you think I am?"

The rising momentum was abruptly halted; Han Ci paused for a moment, then sneered:

“I don’t care who you are, but you’re definitely not the swordsman.”

After thinking for a moment, Duke Hanci remembered the clown who had delivered a message to him after the swordsman left last time.

He used exaggerated gestures to utter that humiliating word, Aiger!

As a legend of the same inquisition, Aiger, who did not ally with them, was also an outlier.

However, he didn't fight for anything and had no interest in power, so he was ignored after being targeted a few times.

After all, no one would be upset with a legend who spends his days holed up in his dilapidated laboratory and lives in that old, run-down house that doesn't fit the legend's image.

"Perhaps you are that dark rat who likes to hide in your own burrow."

hum.

Just as Han Ci finished speaking, a clear teleportation fluctuation appeared at the opportune moment, and Aiger's figure strode out from it.

"Hahaha, I'm late, I'm late! The Archmage hasn't arrived yet!"

A third legend wearing a mask appeared.

"Luckily, I made it in time; I almost missed it."

Aeger appeared right in front of Grand Duke Frostthorn. After looking around and not seeing Augustus, he smiled at his old rival: