Devil's Bible

Chapter 344, Part 3?

As sunlight pierces the darkness.

The sound of whales rang out, waking everyone from their sleep.

The exciting swordsman battle has begun.

There were no organizers, and there was no fair competition.

Nemes and his group came to see it last night.

In an open space in the eastern suburbs, a huge circle was drawn.

Next to the circle stood a wooden sign with the relevant rules printed on it.

Entering the circle after the whale's call in the early morning signifies participation.

The one who ultimately stands is considered the best swordsman in Azure Whale City.

Apart from that, there are no other rules.

Nemus could see many swordsmen waiting for this battle outside the circle.

The moment the whale's cry rang out, some people rushed into the circle.

But the next moment, everyone felt the 'wind'.

Then a sword aura formed by wind shot past, forcing countless swordsmen who were preparing to enter the circle to dodge.

Taking advantage of this moment, a person dressed in hemp clothing and holding a sword appeared in the circle with a single step.

He held a sword in his hand, his expression cold.

As soon as he appeared, countless people recognized his identity.

"Wind Sword Saint, ranked third on the leaderboard!" the passerby shouted out the other person's name, and then saw the other person staring at the person who had called out his ranking with a murderous look.

His original name is now lost to history.

However, from the very beginning, his name was Qi Sui Zhang Feng Sword Saint. Of course, there was a separator between each character, indicating that the name was not meant to be a single string.

As his strength grows, he will remove a separator, then remove the order of a word, and gradually eliminate the prefix in front of his name.

Thus, everyone learned of his ambition.

He wants to become a 'Sword Saint' step by step.

However, at this moment, a list was released, and he, who aspired to become a sword saint, was ranked third.

However, the top two spots on the list have never appeared.

He thought to himself, "He's probably just a braggart."

Later, the Sword of Fortune appeared, and Nemus, the fictional demon—more commonly known as the Sword Saint of Fortune—became widely known.

Everything about him gradually became just a third.

All the stories that people used to talk about, everything about his name, are now forgotten.

Even when it's mentioned, it's only said that he's still three steps away from becoming a true sword saint.

That's why he's standing here today.

"I am now called the Third Sword, and I am here for only one thing: Nemus!"

"Come out here, let's have a match!"

"A contest of pure swordsmanship!!!" The third swordsman gripped his sword tightly, surveying everyone around him.

"I will prove that my sword is no less powerful than yours!"

But the opponent he was looking forward to, Nemes, did not appear.

Instead, one by one, the swordsmen raised their swords and charged into the circle.

Looking at these people, they also looked down on themselves, as were the swordsmen who used Nemus's so-called Sword of Fortune.

A flash of killing intent crossed the Third Sword's eyes.

"Since you won't come out, then I'll kill all those who use your swordsmanship." As he finished speaking, a stream of energy swirled around his sword with each breath.

A vast array of wind swords appeared; with a single swing of his sword, countless streams of air transformed into deadly blades. Faced with this gust of wind, a man stepped forward.

Forrest!

This was someone who was previously only at the bottom of the list, and not even a member of a noble family of the Iron Race.

But at this moment, they rushed to the front.

At this moment, he naturally exuded the air of a 'master'.

The sword in his hand also changed from an ordinary sword to a black sword.

As he swung his sword, the originally murderous whirlwind sword energy was softened the moment it made contact.

It's as if countless leaves are rustling, or as if you're sitting in your own yard on a leisurely afternoon, undisturbed and free from any noise.

The wind became a gentle breeze that caressed people.

Forrest was not surprised that he had succeeded with a single strike.

Of course, I still feel a bit like I've been transported to another world.

However, the reality is that only a month has passed.

Upon discovering the value of the Sword of Fortune, he immediately handed it over to his family and then used it as an instructor to teach countless people who wished to learn how to wield the Sword of Fortune.

During this process, he felt his luck was constantly increasing.

The power of swordsmanship grew stronger, and the understanding of the sword deepened.

Not long ago, he inexplicably reached a score of ten.

Before this, he was just a useless cultivator, and was judged to be destined to be a Black Stone Seed for life.

But now, my fate has inexplicably changed.

After the family conducted research for some time, they came to a conclusion.

That is the Sword of Fortune; Nemus definitely referenced the Fairy's Historical Number Extraction Ritual.

The boost to his luck was somewhat similar to how historical trends propel people forward.

At the same time, the large-scale gathering of goods also, to some extent, formed a kind of ritual.

He happened to be caught up in Nems's scheme and played a role in the process, thus completing the ritual.

Although the historical numbers were not extracted in the manner of a historical ritual, they were optimized and changed.

As he said this, Forrest was startled by the greed that gleamed in the eyes of the old men in the family.

However, he quickly realized why they were greedy.

Even a piece that participates and plays a certain role can obtain this benefit.

So what will Naim, as the center of this fortune, gain?
However, those old fogies soon abandoned their greed. In their words, they understood the limits of their abilities and stopped seeking death.

They then placed their bets heavily on Forrest.

They not only provided him with a large amount of resources to help him advance in the Steel class, but also began to promote Forrest.

They don't have the guts to offend Nemus and fight against the fictional demon or the Sword Saint of Fortune, but they have plenty of guts to use the other party's scheme to gain some benefits for their own people.

So, some time ago, Forrest completed his final transformation—he entered the third stage of the Sword of Fortune and realized his own fortune—the Forest Pavilion.

Specifically, this manifests in two abilities.

The effect of the first stage, "In the Forest," is to 'soften' incoming attacks.

As Forrest withstood the gust of wind from the third sword strike, more and more swordsmen rushed into the circle.

Meanwhile, in other parts of the surrounding area, circles also emerged from the ground.

Some people appeared near the eastern suburbs.

Two more pairs of eyes opened on one of the faces, and finally a low growl of hatred escaped.

"Nemus!"

(End of this chapter)