"Pah! Since when did every Tom, Dick, and Harry dare use the same sword as the Sword God?"
"No, a sword of the same design." That was what these swordsmen truly thought.
It was much the same with the most famous swordsmen in this world-the North Gods, whether North God II or North God III.
Legend had it that their weapon was the greatest sword in the world-the Dragon King Sword.
The Dragon King Sword was a heavy sword that ordinary people needed both hands to wield, and the continent where North God III was most active was the Begaritt Continent.
Many people on the Begaritt Continent used two-handed swords. These swordsmen took Cui Ciyou for some green kid who idolized the Sword God.
One major reason was that in the world of Western Europe, very few people other than women used such slender swords.
Anyone who did was certain to be powerful. The thinner the blade, the denser it had to be for the sword to become even sharper.
Such swords demanded exceptional craftsmanship and were extremely expensive.
Another reason was that Cui Ciyou's appearance was far too misleading. He simply did not look like a powerful fighter!
He had neither Alice's aura of a beast ready to devour anyone in its path nor the sharp, murderous air of the swordsmen of the Sword Sanctum.
The only unusual thing about him was that the murderous intent radiating from the swordsmen did not affect him at all.
Cui Ciyou simply stood there quietly, as deep as a still pool and as steady as a mountain.
If he had not been in this murderous Meeting Room, he would have looked more like a traveling scholar, or a poet too weak to truss a chicken.
This world had no such concepts as