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

Bulbo snorted, "That young man couldn't hold back and actually showed off his skills! Now, regardless of winning or losing, his family will be in catastrophic trouble!"

Singer's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the arena: "Hahahaha! You simply can't withstand the power of this sword!"

Lorenwei's gaze remained fixed on the sword, completely ignoring him.

“Come on! Let those defecting, inferior swords see your power!” Singer reached out and raised his hand to grab the hilt of the sword.

However, his hand could hardly reach the hilt of the sword, as if the light emanating from the blade was a protective layer, refusing his grip.

"Hmph! Get to work!" Singh roared, activating his sword control technique.

However, the sword only swayed slightly and remained floating in the air, becoming impossible to control.

"Damn it! Move!" Singh looked up, anxiously staring at the blades bathed in light above him.

Lorenvi smiled dismissively: "There will always be creatures on the ground that dare to covet the glory of the hero."

It was only after this sword appeared that Lorenwei began to pay attention to Singer.

Singer frantically activated his sword control technique, but the sword failed to even move slightly and had no further effect.

"How have you been since we parted ways in the Elven Core Forest more than ten years ago?" Lorenwei murmured, seemingly talking to no one, as she gazed at the sky ahead.

But with the enhancement from the Wind Crystal, everyone in the arena heard her words.

This sentence contains a lot of information!

Is this sword from the core forest of the elves?

Many teachers realized it instantly!

"The Hero's Sword!"

"It is the sacred relic from when the hero Mu Zhe slew the Demon King!"

"A five-star peak treasure—the Warrior's Sword empowered by the power of spirits!"

"No wonder those four-star swordsmen bowed down willingly; it was out of awe!"

Gasps and exclamations erupted from the crowd.

"Hurry up and take a picture of the magic rubbing! This sword is worth it!" The clever Polyboni patted the class monitor from a corner of the stands.

The class monitor, Etpa, finally realized what was happening and quickly took out his magic sketchbook to find the perfect shot.

On stage, Singer panicked, he panicked, he really panicked!

This sword was not yet fully tamed. Although the family spared no effort in training him, even paying a huge price to acquire this sword to enhance his swordsmanship, they also instructed him that it would be of great use in the future and that he was absolutely not allowed to use it.

But being young and impetuous, he actually used it as his trump card in this match.

"Move! Move it!" Singer even tried to take the sword back, but it wouldn't obey him at all.

In the past, although he couldn't completely control it, he could at least control it fairly well. He couldn't understand why the sword was out of control now.

"To wield a sword? How absurd! The art of sword control, though created by the Son of Light, was merely a pastime. And for someone like you to not seek personal strength but instead try to take shortcuts through such crooked means is truly laughable," Lorenwei commented with an air of superiority.

Singer was furious and jumped up and down, shouting, "Bah! Sword control is invincible! Once I master it, not only will the Sword Saint's relics be at my disposal, but the power of all the swords on the continent will be mine!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lorenwei, too lazy to pay him any attention, simply stretched out her fair little hand and waved it in the air, softly saying...

"Here comes the sword."

Chapter 275 The Sword Comes, the Sword of the Warrior!

As Lorenwei shouted "[Sword, come!]", the Hero's Sword, which had been proudly ignoring the swordsman's summons and standing in mid-air, suddenly lost its brilliance.

With a clear, metallic ring, the Hero's Sword flew towards Lorenwei.

It was as if a phoenix, which had been shining with magnificent tail feathers, suddenly folded its wings and then, like a phoenix returning to its nest, pounced into its master's arms.

The Hero's Sword fell into Lorenwei's hands on its own, and Lorenwei then twirled it with a flourish.

This kind of sword flourish is not a movement that swordsmen of this era are used to.

“The signature move of the brave warrior Mu Zhe…” Burbo murmured, stroking his beard as he fell into thought.

Principal Bordona also became perceptive, vaguely sensing something but unable to grasp it, and quickly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

“…This is hard to say, let me think about it some more…” Burbo pondered for a long time.

Bordonna dared not disturb her for a moment, but she was eager to know the answer.

Fortunately, Burbo quickly replied, "Oh dear, I've always felt that Lorenwei and the hero Mu Zhe have many things in common, could it be..."

"Is it what?"

Bourb lowered his voice and only said to his daughter, Bordonna, "Could it be that the Great Sage has taken over the business?"

“…” Bordonna’s face fell. “You really dare to think that way.”

"Hehehe, think about why Lorenve helped Sally, maybe there's some truth to it. Do you think they might be half-sisters..."

Bordonna rolled her eyes: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm wondering if it's possible? After the hero Mu Zhe passed away, Aisser discovered she was pregnant. The great sage Jansen, wanting to ensure the child wouldn't grow up without a father's love, resolutely..."

"Shut up! You're not allowed to say anything bad about Aisser anymore!" Bordonna's eyebrows shot up.

The father and daughter were whispering to each other, which caused an uproar throughout the room.

"Wow?! What happened?"

"The Hero's Sword has actually recognized a master?"

"Being able to obey a call, and even disobey the sword master's commands, is a sign of recognizing a master!"

"That's not right, is it? If anyone should be recognized as the master, it should be Sariel, right? She is the hero's daughter."

"What's so strange about that? Didn't you see that the previous swords also betrayed Lorenwei and went to her side?"

"Lorenwei's talent is that high?"

"She's absolutely a goddess!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

“She just loves to show off.” Sylph sighed, rubbing her forehead.

Sally's eyes sparkled with admiration as she watched Lorenwei stroke the Hero's Sword.

"Lorenwei can wield the Hero's Sword?" Meilan asked, stunned.

Kurala was worried that Lorenwei's identity would be exposed, especially that Meilan was too naive to easily reveal secrets, so she quickly changed the subject: "She said she hadn't seen it for more than ten years, so it seems she saw this sword when she was a child. Did it recognize its master back then?"

"Will she be the next hero?" Meilan muttered to herself stiffly.

Kurara answered for her, "Isn't the Hero's Sword a sacred relic? I've never heard of a non-transmigrator becoming a hero. Could it be that the sword lost its original owner and was unwilling to be controlled by a sword wielder, so it encountered a young person with such high talent as Lorenwei and happily recognized her as its master?"

"Hmm..." Meilan thought it made a lot of sense.

Kurala's thoughts were the same as those of many teachers on the field. Similar comments gradually spread amidst the discussions, and soon most people felt the same way.

Meanwhile, Singer on the field was about to explode, whether from anger or from excessive control.

"Damn it! Come back! Come back to me!" he kept yelling, but no matter how he used his sword control technique, he couldn't make the hero's sword turn back.

"Aren't you tired? Save your voice. I've told you long ago that this is some kind of crooked path. Trying to take shortcuts by wielding a sword? Young people like you just won't settle down and practice properly!" Lorenwei lectured him in the tone of a senior expert.

Singer was even more furious and began to summon more swords.

However, let alone the newly emerged sharp sword bowing down to the hero's sword, Lorenwei's casual move alone could take down another group of traitor swords...

Sword Master? Lorenwei scoffed inwardly.

Although this former hero is not as unified in spirit and energy as he once was, and his physical strength is not as great, can you, a slave owner, compare to the saint of my sword? It's obvious to anyone with a toe who the sword will listen to.

"Damn it! Give it back to me!" Singh grabbed the hilt of a two-handed sword that was flying toward Lorenwei and swung it hard.

call--

He was quite strong, and with a burst of force, he slashed at Lorenwei.

Lorenwei, however, didn't flinch and just stood there.

"Ah—Lorenve!"

"be careful!"

"Don't be careless!"

Amidst the gasps of many, Lorenwei simply said calmly, "Now that I've left you, why would I go along with your wishes?"

Just as Singer was about to strike Lorenwei, his two-handed sword suddenly veered off course.

bang——

The heavy blade of the two-handed sword struck the marble floor, sending sparks flying and scattering many stone fragments.

The next second, the two swords trembled violently, breaking free from Singer's hands, and stood close to Lorenwei.

“How could this be…” Singh stared blankly.

"Did your mentor or your family find all these swords for you?" Lorenwei asked.

Singer suddenly sensed a murderous aura emanating from the other party and instinctively retreated.

"Your answer doesn't matter. But this Hero's Sword is a treasure from the core forest of the elves, so its origins are certainly illegitimate." Lorenwei didn't expect Singer to answer either, and continued, "Moreover, you actually dared to forcibly wield the Hero's Sword to slash at the descendant of a hero. This is no small crime. Are you prepared to bear the consequences?"

Lorenwei casually raised the Hero's Sword in her hand.

It lacked any imposing presence, as if it were about to unleash a sword strike casually.

The Hero's Sword was held in her hand, without flashing a single glint of light, just like any ordinary sword.

But Singer stopped retreating because he suddenly realized that he was trembling uncontrollably.

The aura emanating from the other party caused his muscles to tremble uncontrollably, and his limbs to feel as if they were bound by a magical restraint.

At this moment, inside the rest shed, Siruf chuckled disdainfully: "Just sword intent, and it's already this good. Sword Masters are indeed all bark and no bite."

In her eyes, a slash that wasn't even infused with the energy of a warrior was able to lock onto Singer; such a guy was utterly useless.

The heroine thought so, but on the stage, Singer's eyes revealed fear as he looked at Lorenwei, who was holding a sword, and his voice trembled: "You...you want to kill...kill me?!"

Lorenvi smiled: "Kill you? This is Moonlight Academy, I wouldn't do such a thing. But at least, leave me an arm as atonement!"