The first to ask was a burly man.
The second was a man with a weapon wrapped in black cloth.
And the man who had not shifted his gaze under Qin Ran's scrutiny, yet had remained silent throughout.
The three of them rushed toward Nisir almost the moment he finished speaking.
The silent man was the fastest. With a raised hand, he effortlessly snatched the scroll from Nisir's grasp.
But the next moment, the silent man abruptly let go.
A sharp sword aura slashed past the side of the scroll.
Whoosh!
Rip!
The fierce wind carried by the sword aura sent the scroll spinning into the air, while the sword aura itself struck the wall behind Nisir directly.
A sword mark long enough to swallow an entire hand and two meters in length appeared clearly on the wall.
Yet no one paid attention to it.
The attention of most of the trial-takers present had been completely drawn to the scroll.
Even the slowest among them understood by now: wasn't there a scroll right in front of them?
People sprang into action.
More than a dozen hands reached for the scroll at once.
But one broad, heavy hand got there first.
Not only did that hand get there first, but the burly figure also unleashed tremendous force, sending the dozen or so trial-takers fighting over it flying backward.
The burly man who had seized the scroll was about to grin.
But before the smile could truly form, he felt his hand go empty.
When the burly man turned his head, he discovered that the scroll that should have been in his hand had somehow returned to the silent man's grasp.
And another sharp sword aura followed close behind.
The weapon wrapped in black cloth finally revealed its true form.
A longsword