"It's merely a matter of leaving a mark three inches deep. I once killed a Level Two Iron Armored Fire Bull with a single punch. This trivial matter is nothing! Watch this!"
No sooner had the Assessor spoken than a young man named Li Zhongtian strode forward.
This man was exceptionally tall, his bulging muscles looking as if they were about to burst from his clothes, his body radiating explosive power.
Li Zhongtian took a longsword from the nearby weapon rack, walked directly to the center of the hall, took a deep breath, twisted his body halfway, and swung the sword down fiercely.
"Broken Flow Sword!"
CRACK!
The gleaming blade, carrying immense wind pressure, crashed heavily onto the Red Gold Copper Iron. The steel longsword held for a moment before suddenly snapping.
A finger-sized chip was gouged out of the Red Gold Copper Iron.
"Sword mark, one and a half inches. Failed!" the Assessor declared curtly.
