Chen Lin leaped into the air.
The Wooden Sword in his hand struck the blade of the Silver Longsword with pinpoint accuracy.
The Silver Longsword flickered several times, then collapsed just as readily. It felt less like a physical object than an illusory image.
But Chen Lin knew that this sword truly existed.
And its material was of a very high grade.
The reason it crumbled at a touch was that, in his spirit infusion state, the Wooden Sword in his hand generated a unique rhythm. The Silver Longsword's durability could not withstand the erosion of that rhythm.
Thus, it vanished into nothingness in an instant.
Chen Lin relaxed a little.
First, he glanced back at the hourglass.
It had not finished emptying. Roughly half remained.
He could not help inwardly marveling.
The Sword Guest assessment was indeed extraordinarily demanding.
Had he not entered the spirit infusion realm, his sword cultivation methods alone would barely have carried him through the First Trial.
The Second Trial would have meant certain death.
If he employed other methods, the Sword Pond's attacks would probably become even more explosive, and just as difficult to withstand.
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Chen Lin withdrew from his spirit infusion state.
Since there was a Second Trial, there was bound to be a Third Trial. He had to seize the interval after the Silver Longsword's collapse to replenish his depleted essence, energy, and spirit.
Sure enough.
Before long.
New swords manifested.
But this time, there were three rather than one, colored red, green, and blue.
At this sight, Chen Lin immediately grew solemn. In the Nightmare Realm, weapons bearing significant colors invariably represented great power, especially when red, green, and blue appeared together. That combination held an even more special meaning.
"Buzz!"
The three longswords