The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

He rushed over after hearing Jessica shout.

“I—” Jessica suddenly fell silent.

What Vina had done was so shameful that Jessica couldn't possibly tell anyone, so she changed her tune and said, "I'm happy for Vina."

"Really?"

Felix wasn't oblivious to facial expressions; Jessica's expression at that moment suggested she was suppressing something rather than being happy for Viner.

“Really,” Jessica said, almost grinding her teeth, “he has already received permission from the Holy Sword to leave with it once the trial is over.”

"As expected of Vena!" Felix's attention was instantly drawn to the news, and he no longer cared about Jessica's strange behavior. "I'll go tell Lisette right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran away like a gust of wind.

Watching Felix's departing figure, Jessica sighed, the anger on her face gradually subsiding, replaced by a complex emotion.

She looked down and couldn't see her own feet, but fragments of memory from the light spots resurfaced in her mind.

That scoundrel, even a bit vile, Venere, actually dared to do such a beastly thing to her.

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed again.

"Wait till you get out, and I'll show you what I'm made of..." Jessica murmured, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

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Viner coughed up large amounts of blood, his chest heaving violently, as if each breath carried a heavy burden.

Escudo snapped his fingers again, and the spear that had pierced Vina's chest slowly retreated, gradually restoring the destroyed terrain around him to its original state, as if the life-or-death battle had never happened.

“This should be the limit,” Escudo said.

"I want to try again."

Wiener shook his head, his eyes still unwavering.

Although he had experienced many battles, he mostly relied on weapons and the information gap created by illusions and illusions.

Returning to the most fundamental swordsmanship, how could it be these emblems, honed through countless trials, that make one an opponent?

“This is the sixth time,” Escudo advised. “Even if my physical injuries and magic energy can be restored through my power, the mental fatigue keeps piling up. You won’t be able to keep going like this.”

"Then let's rest for a bit before continuing."

Vina released the Seven Star Sword from his hand, lay on the ground in a starfish position, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Being able to get past Jessica's checkpoint was only possible through cheating and a bit of luck.

After giving up all that help, how could Viner possibly be a match for that gun saint on the other side?

These six challenges only made his defeats look a little better than before.

With her eyes closed, Viner kept replaying the details of the battle in her mind.

“If you really want to defeat him, I have a way.” Escudo slowly walked to Vina’s side.

"If it's still the same cheating method as before, then forget it," Viner politely declined.

He used that method on Jessica because it involved a certain kind of male dignity.

Now, as a swordsman, it's better to save time and just give up than to rely on such underhanded methods to win.

“I’m not as despicable as you,” Escudo said, slightly annoyed, but still offered his solution: “I can show you the battle records of other trial participants who defeated him.”

"You can actually do something like that?"

Vena opened his eyes, and Escudo's skirt revealed her cleavage without reservation to his view.

“Of course, the process of the trial participants overcoming the challenges is also part of their memories,” Escudo replied.

“Put those aside for now, Little E, you’re showing all your clothes like this,” Viner reminded her, tilting her head.

"Oh, is there a color you'd like to see?" Escudo remained calm and composed, showing no sign of shyness.

There is a significant gap between the common sense of the Holy Sword and that of ordinary people.

However, this casual attitude was only shown to Wiener.

If anyone else showed her the slightest disrespect, she would not hesitate to make them understand the power of the Holy Sword.

“Anything is fine,” Viner sat up. “Didn’t you just say you could show me the combat logs? Show them to me.”

Escudo nodded, then put his hand on Vina's shoulder, and the two of them disappeared together.

"I'll start with the most recent one."

Escudo casually unleashed a sword aura, which, though condensed, eventually took the form of Felix.

Then, the scene unfolds.

Then the opponent whom Venus had been unable to defeat for a long time was casually cut down by Felix with a single sword stroke.

"What are you showing me?"

Wiener was somewhat speechless.

His eyes told his brain he saw it clearly, but his hands firmly said he couldn't learn it.

“But he did defeat his opponent in one move.” Escudo tilted his head and looked at Vina.

"Well, I think we should post some combat logs that are more relevant—you could just post the combat logs from when that guy was challenging the trial." Viner rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself down.

“That works too.” Escudo nodded in agreement, then waved his hand to adjust the image again.

This time, the scene changed, and the two began to see clips of the Gun Saint's trial challenge.

Escudo skipped the lengthy preparation and rest periods and launched five battles in quick succession.

This time, Wiener certainly got to see something he liked.

Every move and every technique is clearly presented, completely recreating the battle situation at that time.

In the final three hundred rounds of fierce fighting, the spear master ultimately fell to the sword of a sword master.

"We've arrived—"

"Continue! I want to see this sword saint's trial records!"

Wiener's eyes lit up; he was clearly still wanting more.

Escudo shrugged helplessly and waved again, as new images reappeared.

Before the battle officially began, Escudo asked quietly, "You're not going to just keep watching like this, are you?"

“Can’t I?” Wiener countered.

The training within the trial space is essentially a form of meditation practice.

Watching these powerful figures fight up close is no different.

Father, like son.

For Wiener, whose eyesight was clearly superior to his swordsmanship, this method was actually more suitable for him to gain experience.

“That’s possible, but it would take quite a while.” Escudo looked around, seemingly too lazy to stay standing any longer, and finally sat down on Vina’s lap. “Don’t mind if I save my energy?”

"As long as you like it."

Wiener's attention quickly returned to the images in front of him.

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Chapter 568 Sword Saint Vina

Inside the tavern in Port Parebia, the hands of the wall clock are slowly moving.

Jessica stared at the clock on the wall, her brows furrowing slightly, a strange sense of irritation rising within her.

The appointed time had long passed, but Samif had not yet shown up, making her feel somewhat uneasy.

"A Moscato," she said to the bartender.

"Please wait a moment." The bartender smiled slightly and turned to prepare the drinks.

During this brief pause, a figure dressed in extravagant attire and wearing a veiled hat sat down next to Jessica.

“There’s already someone here,” Jessica said coldly, her gaze sweeping over the other person like a knife.

"it's me."

The person responded softly, then lifted the black veil covering their face, revealing a familiar face.

Jessica immediately grabbed her shoulders.

When the bartender turned around, he found the bar counter empty, with only two silver coins lying there quietly, replacing the customers who had just been sitting there.

He paused for a moment, scratched his head, and finally put the silver coin away and continued to serve the other guests.

.........

"This is the first time you've ever been late since I met you. What are you up to?"

Jessica, who had already been teleported to the outskirts of the city, still hadn't let go of Samif's shoulder, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

“I don’t want to make excuses, but the truth is I’m not just serving you.” Samif moved Jessica’s hand away. “The anti-demon purge within the kingdom is nearing its peak. Don’t you notice there are far fewer people in the harbor?”

Jessica thought for a moment and realized that Samif was right. "But what does that have to do with you?"

"Most of those guys are private soldiers kept by nobles. Although the general trend is to fight against the demons with the whole country, there are always a few nobles whose troop movements are not quite right."

Samif paused for a moment, then continued, "Also, Tilisa will be coming to the kingdom in the next few days."

"You said the teacher is coming?" Jessica asked, somewhat surprised.

“That’s right,” Samif confirmed. “The kingdom sent a request for help to the academy, saying that they had discovered traces of the Undead Demon and specifically asked the hero to go and provide assistance. But Arios’s whereabouts are unknown, so they had to send Tilisa herself.”

"But what about the academy? The dean still—"

Jessica was interrupted by Samif before she could finish speaking.

"Have you gotten stupid from staying on the island?" Samif rolled her eyes at Jessica. "It's been three months since you left the academy. Lady Rhea has long since recovered from the wishing spell."

"How's the situation with the Holy Sword? It's been three months; it's time for an explanation."

The last time the two met was when Felix was undergoing his trial.

“I was just about to report this.” Jessica gathered her thoughts slightly. “I have good news and bad news.”

“Let’s start with the bad stuff,” Samif said without mincing words.

People like her always hear bad news first and make the worst-case scenario plan.

"The Holy Sword has lost its ability to destroy the Demon God."

"The reason?" Samif frowned slightly, knowing that Jessica was not one to make things up.

“The Holy Sword exists to protect humanity’s survival, and its power is closely related to the population growth on the continent. The human population is now dozens of times greater than it was in Lady Hitrie’s time. Naturally, the Holy Sword has lost its ability to kill demons,” Jessica replied.

After a moment's thought, Samif grasped the key point: "So, can I understand that as long as the human population is reduced enough, the demon god can be killed once and for all?"

"Don't you want to listen to what you're saying?!"

Jessica glared at Samif, this cold-blooded deduction forcing her to re-evaluate her friend.

“Such important information, of course I need to find out the details before I can report to Lady Rhea.” Samif did not back down, as if her previous statement was merely a statement of fact. “Just how many people need to die for the Holy Sword to kill the Demon God?”

Jessica opened her mouth, but finally uttered the suffocating answer: "At least 90%."

Even Samif felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this number. "The price is too high. Lady Rhea would never agree to it."

"You actually considered it?" Jessica frowned at Samif.

“If things truly reach an irreversible point, sacrificing a small number of people to ensure the survival of more is necessary,” Samif said calmly. “I am willing to be the one to make that sacrifice.”

Seeing that Samif had gone on to say this much, Jessica was speechless.

"So, is hope resting on Vina again?" Samif continued to ask.

“Yes,” Jessica nodded, “He is currently undergoing the Holy Sword Trial, and the information we just received was all obtained through his own efforts.”

"Oh?"

Samif visibly showed surprise, seemingly not expecting that the young man she had once doubted would shoulder such an important responsibility.

"Tilisa and Lady Leia were right about you."