The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

The wooden swords the two used were carved from branches that Vena had broken off from the back of the black tortoise.

Although it lacks a grade, its hardness and quality surpass those of ordinary iron swords.

Seeing this, Felix's expression softened slightly.

Doni may lack some talent in swordsmanship, but his attitude is impeccable.

"Alright, let's go again!" Felix stepped forward to meet the sword.

Lisette looked up and glanced at the teacher and student with their subtle age difference, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

He then withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on communicating with the Xuan Turtle.

"Senior, what do you think lies beneath this waterfall?" Lisette asked softly, her tone filled with curiosity and a desire to know more.

The enormous waterfall resembles the end of the world, with water plunging straight into the void and leading to an unknown abyss.

“I don’t know either,” the deep voice of the black tortoise echoed in her mind. “I only know that all the creatures that crossed this waterfall never returned.”

Lisette frowned slightly and pressed on, "Without exception?"

The black tortoise remained silent for a moment, then slowly replied, "Perhaps."

"Please enlighten me, senior."

"...The goddesses and demons you humans talk about appeared in this world very late. Their appearance was very abrupt, and there is no trace of their growth, yet they possessed the power to change the world."

“Perhaps they came from outside,” the Black Tortoise replied.

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The continuous battles had made Jessica lose track of how long she had been fighting.

Fighting demons is a completely different experience from facing these powerful beings who have reached the pinnacle of human skill; a slight misstep can lead to total defeat.

Although the Holy Sword would give her enough time to rest and digest each challenge, she was still pushed to her limit.

"I'm afraid we'll only have a chance if Felix comes for the next two rounds," Jessica couldn't help but say with a self-deprecating laugh.

This trial allows the use of weapons and emblems, but also prohibits the use of spells.

She could understand this, after all, magic was something created by humans themselves after the goddess disappeared, so it was only natural that the Holy Sword was unfamiliar with it.

But this is not good news for Jessica.

This eleventh level is her limit.

"Let me see who it is... Jessica?"

A clear voice came from the Holy Sword's mental space, carrying a hint of surprise and familiarity.

She wasn't the only one surprised.

"teacher?!"

Jessica blurted out, her eyes fixed on the beautiful figure in front of her.

That was Tilisa—or rather, Tilisa formed from the memories of the Holy Sword.

Both her appearance and demeanor were exactly the same as she remembered.

"Is that so? It's time for you to undergo the Holy Sword Trial. You truly are worthy of being my disciple."

Tilisa nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Even though it's just a memory, she's faster at accepting the current situation than Jessica.

"What exactly happened during your trial?" Jessica couldn't help but ask.

Jessica had asked her teacher why a Holy Sword Trial had injured her so badly.

Tilisa avoided discussing the details, only saying that we would know in time.

Now that she has the opportunity to gather evidence, Jessica is naturally not going to let it pass.

"What happened...it was just a normal trial, fighting against the emblem envoys of past generations, and then passing it." Tissa tilted her head, her tone casual, as if she were talking about something extremely ordinary.

"As for what happens after you pass the trial, you should ask me directly," she said, blinking.

Compared to the real Tilisa, the version of her from this memory is noticeably more lively, less serious, and more carefree.

This is completely different from the image Jessica usually presents to her.

It's more like Tilissa's attitude towards Venus.

“...I understand. I’m sorry, teacher.” Jessica bowed respectfully.

“Not at all,” Tilisa waved her hand, her tone gentle. “Seeing your students surpass you is the most gratifying thing for a teacher. But first, may I ask, which level are you challenging now?”

"Level eleven," Jessica answered truthfully.

"I see... Then I'm afraid it will be very difficult for you to pass all of them."

Tilisa shook her head, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

Although she is a memory, within this space, she represents the embodiment of the Holy Sword's will.

Even if Vena came, she wouldn't go easy on her in the slightest.

"Let me see how much you've improved these days."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tissa was covered by a layer of blazing flames, radiating a powerful aura, and every inch of air seemed to be burning with invisible flames.

"I'll let the teacher see this—Bai Xia will be punished!"

Jessica gave a low shout, and her white snow-white coat instantly enveloped her entire body. The chilling aura surged outwards like a tide, creating a stark contrast with the blazing flames.

One fire, one ice; one master, one apprentice; finally, they stood on opposite sides without reservation.

"A move I've never seen before... Is it an imitation of mine?"

Seeing that her disciple's aura was in no way inferior to her own, Tissa was clearly surprised.

"No, it was Wiener who taught me."

Jessica's lips curled into a sly smile, and a mischievous thought suddenly occurred to her.

"You, you, you—you're despicable!"

"Tilisa" broke down instantly. Not swearing was her biggest effort in front of her disciple, but she still lost her usual composure.

The two forces collided, creating ripples that seemed to shake the entire space.

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"Hiss, why does it suddenly feel a bit cold?"

While processing the wood, Viner looked up and around, quickly noticing the source of the chill. The familiar scent made him frown.

"Did they use Bai Xia as punishment again?" he murmured to himself as he walked towards Jessica.

Even though it happened within the Holy Sword Space, Vena could vaguely sense her condition.

After all, this Snow White Sleeve was a sword he forged himself, and it had countless connections with Vina.

The eleventh orb of light above her head kept flashing, as if telling the story of the immense pressure Jessica was under.

“The eleventh level… looks like we’ve run into trouble,” Wiener sighed. “I was planning to save it for the last level.”

Although the Holy Sword kept those other than the trial participants at least three meters away, he hadn't done nothing during those ten days.

Venere stretched out his hand, mimicking Jessica's posture, and then infused it into the white snow in the form of a ghost binding.

This power flowed along the sword and eventually entered Jessica's body, providing her with additional assistance.

"Don't let my good intentions go to waste."

Wiener sighed softly, praying that Jessica could get through this.

Chapter 550 A disciple need not be inferior to his master

Ice and fire each occupied half of the mental space, and the intertwined figures of the two created a scene that was both fiery and cold.

Although Jessica caused Tilissa a lot of trouble thanks to the boost from the White Cloud Punishment, she was never able to gain the upper hand.

After all, Tilisa was far too familiar with her disciple's swordsmanship.

"Your progress is certainly gratifying, but it's not enough."

Tilissa drew her longsword in a sharp arc, aiming straight for Jessica's throat.

Jessica had no choice but to look up to avoid it, while simultaneously waving her sleeves to block the snow.

The weapons clashed, producing a high-pitched sound of metal colliding.

If Jessica could rely on her weapon advantage against her previous opponents, then against Tilissa's weapon, which was also made by Vina, Sode no Shirayuki was inferior.

Tilissa didn't give Jessica a chance to catch her breath, and launched a backhand spinning slash from the other side.

Flames surged forth with the sword's momentum, forming a scorching wall that completely blocked Jessica's escape route.

Jessica suddenly exerted her strength, and the cold air on her sleeves suddenly burst forth, transforming into an ice lotus. The flying petals carried a huge amount of heat, and the wall of fire was extinguished instantly.

However, these chilling energies had no effect whatsoever when they hit the fire-resistant clothing on Tilissa, and were simply melted away.

Tissa's attacks were relentless and relentless, giving Jessica no chance to retaliate. Every block made her arms go numb.

"If this is all you've got, how can I entrust Vener to you?"

Tilissa's voice was stern, and with a flick of her wrist, the longsword instantly transformed into countless afterimages, heading straight for Jessica.

This strike was incredibly fierce, directly shattering Jessica's snow-white clothing, and even her hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

"The teacher is really strict... even though you were the one who encouraged me to take this step," Jessica said with a wry smile.

"Nonsense! She is her, and I am me. I don't care what that Tilissa outside has done. If you want to stay by Little Vina's side, you have to get past me first!" Tilissa seemed a little annoyed, her brows revealing a protective stubbornness.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. You only have the strength for one more strike left. Whether you graduate or go back to practice depends on this one sword."

Jessica focused her mind.

She completely forgot about the trials and gaining the Holy Sword's approval.

Once she confirmed that her opponent in the eleventh level was Tilisa, she only had one thing to do.

"Even if it's just a memory of my master, I will still ask for your blessing."

Jessica murmured softly, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She did not re-form the snow armor; at this point, defense was meaningless.

To win, you must put all your resources into offense.

Her thoughts raced as she recalled the sword strike that annihilated the Chaos Sea Spirit at sea.

That move was powerful enough, but not refined enough. If it could be compressed further to target individuals, it might be able to break through the current predicament.

A terrifying pressure emanated from Xiu Baixue, freezing the surrounding air into tiny ice crystals.

Jessica's figure was gradually enveloped in white light, making her resemble a sharp blade about to be drawn from its sheath.

"You silly girl, of all things to learn, you have to learn this move that leads to mutual destruction."

Tilissa frowned slightly, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, yet unable to conceal a trace of admiration.

Without the protective layer of magic essence, such a fierce attack erupting around me would probably have been the first thing my body couldn't withstand.

Tissa always taught Jessica that in the battle against the demons, the priority should be protecting herself.

Just as the Sky Demon is to the Demon race, Jessica's value cannot be replaced by eliminating one or two demons.

Such a deadly move, which inflicts a thousand damages on the enemy but eight hundred on the enemy, has extremely low practical value for Jessica, who can always protect herself with teleportation.

However, Tilissa did not interrupt.

She also wanted to see what her most prized disciple could achieve.

Out of respect, she also removed her fiery trench coat.

This is also the injury she sustained within this spiritual space; it won't be carried to the outside world when it ends, which is why she's so unrestrained.

The key to victory or defeat right now lies in who can defeat the opponent faster and more thoroughly.

Jessica and Tilisa went all out, holding nothing back.