The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable, knowing that I am a sword master!" Singer proudly brandished the new sword in his hand, causing a flash of icy light to appear.

"It's ice-attribute!" many people in the stands exclaimed.

Enchanted weapons are already quite valuable, with fire and water-attribute blades being the most common, while ice-attribute blades are extremely rare, almost every one of which is a historically famous weapon.

"Where did you get this ice sword?" Lorenwei asked.

Singer said smugly, "He is the great Ice Berserker..."

"I don't want to hear the name, I just want to know where this sword was dug up from?" Lorenwei asked with her hands clasped in front of her chest and a look of utter contempt.

Singer roared, "Insolent language! How dare you look down on me?"

“Swords of a certain level almost always recognize their master. After their master passes away, they are mostly buried with him or offered as a sacrifice, unless they are passed down to their descendants,” Lorenwei said. “You have two enchanted weapons. Don’t tell me they were passed down from your father. I’m curious how many fathers you have. Tell me?”

"Wow! I'll kill you!" Singhal swung his ice sword and began his attack.

Lorenwei used the same trick again, waving her hand to cast a lightning-based protective spell: "Catch the Waves."

This time, however, Lorenwei's protection only held out for a moment before cracks appeared in the lightning barrier.

Singer didn't experience the same backlash as before. Feeling that his attack methods had greatly improved, he laughed heartily and swung his sword again.

“It’s still pretty valuable stolen goods.” Lorenwei scoffed, simultaneously casting a new protective barrier with both hands, “Jade Shield!”

It's an advanced application of earth-based protective magic, manifested in the form of rock magic, and the shield that Lorenwei casts is even stronger than the shields cast by ordinary mages.

bang——

This time, the ice blade's slash was blocked, causing Singer to stagger back a few steps.

"Damn it! Again!" This time, Singer drew a wind-elemental sword.

Lorenwei's defenses continued to strengthen, and Singer still couldn't break through.

After staggering back two steps, Singer muttered to himself, "What an amazing instant defense."

The opponent barely launched any direct attacks, and his defensive counterattacks alone made him look bad. If he were to launch a full-scale attack on him later, he might be in danger.

Singer instinctively made a defensive move.

The audience erupted in applause; everyone could see that Lorenwei had the upper hand, and she hadn't even gone all out.

“What other good stolen goods do you have? Show them to me.” Lorenwei chuckled. “I promise you I won’t attack yet, but if I can block all your attacks, don’t blame me for confiscating all your stolen goods.”

"Pah! Where is this stolen goods?!" Singh, of course, refused to admit it.

“Neither of the swords sees you as their master; you merely control them as tools using your sword master skills.” Lorenwei directly exposed the other party’s true nature. “You think you can defeat me with this level of skill? Wishful thinking. Show me what you’ve got; I want to see just how strong you are.”

Sylph stood angrily in the audience, hands on her hips: "That guy really has a foul mouth."

"They underestimated their opponent..." Meilan speculated in a low voice.

She estimated that if she encountered this Singer without breaking the restrictions of the secret technique, she would probably be in a tough fight.

On the stage, Singer had already drawn his sixth sword, but Lorenwei had blocked it all.

"Damn it! I don't believe it! Unleash all six swords at once!" Singh suddenly began to build up his ultimate attack.

Six sharp blades were drawn simultaneously, their blades imbued with various elements and emitting different colored lights.

The swords gathered behind Singer, each one trembling slightly, as if beginning to gather power.

"So what if you have six swords? You don't understand swords at all." Lorenwei didn't even look at him properly.

Lorenwei's voice, amplified by the wind crystal, resonated throughout the entire venue.

"Why does Lorenwei say that sword masters don't understand swords?"

"I don't know either. Could it be that mages understand swords better than sword masters?"

Kurala, standing on the sidelines, was a little worried: "Why is Lorenve letting him keep attacking?"

Sylph smiled and glanced at Kurara.

Kurala slapped her forehead: "That's right, who knows more about swords than her?"

The room buzzed with discussion, but Lorenwei quickly offered her own thoughts and answer.

Lorenwei slightly raised her head, looking at the floating creatures. "Controlling swords isn't using swords at all; you're enslaving these blades. If they could express emotions, everyone would hear their cries..."

"Don't talk nonsense! I am a sword master! It is their glory that I control them!" Singh shouted, gathering his strength. "Sword Control Technique! All Six Meridians Unleashed!"

“You only obtained the sword technique manual of the Holy Son of Light, right? Without his personal instruction, you have never been able to grasp the true essence of swordsmanship.” Lorenwei’s hands were constantly forming hand seals.

Six elemental lights also gathered around her.

boom--

As Singer unleashed his full power, a cracking sound echoed through the air.

Six dazzling beams of light shot towards Lorenwei like lightning.

But suddenly a huge flower with six petals appeared in front of Lorenwei, which just blocked the attack of the six sharp blades.

The sword thrust forward relentlessly through the air, but its speed gradually decreased.

Singer's expression was pained, and his arms were pressing down with all his might.

Lorenwei remained calm and composed, even taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe her hands before letting the flower petals in front of her block the attack of the six flying blades.

If it were any other weapon, Lorenwei wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

But when it comes to swordsmanship... Singer is completely showing off his limited skills!

"Cough—" Singer couldn't catch his breath and coughed twice before his strength suddenly gave out.

The six flying blades lost their power and fell to the ground with a clang.

"You didn't cough up blood? You're quite talented, but unfortunately, your comprehension is lacking, or rather, your mindset is wrong." Lorenwei slowly walked forward, bent down, and picked up the swords one by one: "You understand sword control as using the sword as a tool, so you haven't even reached the state of perfect harmony between mind and body, let alone the higher level of man and sword becoming one. As a result, you can't even unleash a third of their power. I feel sorry for these blades."

She picked up each sword and tossed it into the air as if it were nothing more than a casual gesture.

The moment Lorenwei touched the hilt, the elemental light on the sword, which had dimmed, suddenly revived and became even brighter than before.

Immediately afterwards, each sword seemed to be hung on the wall, floating obediently in the air.

However, the tip of the sword was pointed in Singer's direction.

The six swords, each radiating a different color of light, were arranged in a dazzling array, resembling a rainbow.

"Come back...come back..." Singer had just caught his breath and was trying to control the sword to return to his side.

But these once docile blades are now like kites with broken strings, completely out of control.

After futilely urging it on for a while, Singer panicked, "You, you all..."

The audience in the stadium also understood.

"Have all of Singer's swords betrayed him?"

"Does the quality of a sword depend on the wearer's appearance?"

"Hahaha! Perhaps Lorenwei is too powerful, or her talent is too strong, and these precious blades have chosen a new master?"

In the stands, some skilled swordsmen or swordsmiths were surprised to find that they had a hunch that these swords seemed to have a hint of joy.

"Boss, how about we just give up?" his teammate O'Ha suggested from the sidelines.

Oha had been badly beaten by Lorenwei and was already traumatized by it.

His teammates began to distrust him, and Singer, who had always been praised to the skies, felt humiliated.

I am a genius that has never appeared in the family in a hundred years!

How much his family values ​​him! They have sent him their best treasures and swords at any cost to tame him. They are preparing to defeat Lorenwei in this competition in order to gain the top support of the Fate Empire. How can he admit defeat at this time?

Lorenwei's previous provocations and sarcastic remarks also echoed in Singer's mind.

"Damn it! I, a genius swordsman, will never lose!" Singh took a few deep breaths and roared.

A blinding light appeared behind him, making the bright sunlight seem somewhat dim.

"Come forth! My supreme sword!"

Singer strained his voice, even feeling a sweet, hoarse taste in his throat, and felt like he was about to vomit blood.

He lacked the strength to wield the sword properly, and by forcing it now, he actually damaged his own foundation.

A simple, unadorned one-handed sword appeared in the light, trembling slightly as it floated above Singh's head.

"Just an ordinary sword?" one student asked in surprise.

"Shut up! You don't understand anything. True skill lies in simplicity!" A dwarf teacher, who was also a blacksmith, stood up, trembling slightly. He reprimanded the students around him while his eyes were fixed on the one-handed sword floating above Singer's forehead in the distance.

"That, that's..."

Many swordsmen and blacksmiths stood up, and they could all feel the joy in their hearts at having received such a gift.

This is a professional instinct, a natural perception of the sacred products of this path!

Meilan, standing on the sidelines, felt short of breath, unable to look directly at the gleam of the sword. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to her at that moment.

Sylph gazed at the sword, a nostalgic look in her eyes, but at the same time, a hint of anger appeared on her face.

How did those guys manage to guard the treasure? I'll deal with them when we get back! Sylph thought angrily.

Kurara was focused on the stage and didn't notice Sylph's expression.

In the stands, some students still didn't understand: "I don't see what's so amazing about it?"

Another student wondered, "Yeah, why do these teachers seem so excited?"

Even the teacher, who wasn't a professional kendo practitioner, noticed something amiss: "Idiot! Look at those swords floating around Lorenwei!"

Only then did the students notice that the swords that had betrayed Lorenwei on the stage were trembling slightly and lowering their tips.

They dared not confront him directly!

A student specializing in blacksmithing exclaimed in astonishment: "No way?! Those are all four-star or higher level blades!"

"This can only mean that this simple, unadorned one-handed sword is a five-star treasure! And a peak five-star one at that!"

In the main stands, Bordonna and Burpo stared in shock at the one-handed sword.

Bulbo said in a deep voice, "Could it be that it should have existed in the core forest of the elves..."

"That's right! It's that sword! I mentioned before that something happened in the core forest, but I didn't expect it to have fallen into Singer's hands!"