The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 839

"Go wait in line.

Later on, you'll be required to perform your best martial arts skill in front of the general. You'll be able to join the mission if you get his approval,"

the junior captain said and handed Austin a number card with the number 120 written on it.

Austin then walked towards the side of the battle ring and stood in line.

Many warriors were enticed to register for the recruitment because the royal household offered a handsome reward.

Most of the ones who took an interest were independent cultivators.

The reward was a chance to join the royal household and became a member of the royal forces.

As a prosperous and strong nation, the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom was no weaker than all the five major sects combined.

Being a permanent member of the royal forces and earning royal stipends in their lifetime greatly attracted independent cultivators.

Therefore, a long line of participants were queued on both sides of the battle ring, all hoping to get approved. . .

"Number 120! It's your turn!" a soldier in the battle ring shouted out.

Austin moved out of the queue and leaped onto the battle ring.

"Young man, your name is Meade, correct?

Kindly perform the martial arts skill you are best at please,"

the civil official affably urged.

After giving it a brief thought, Austin drew out his long sword and used his vital energy force to display his level five sword potential.

Numerous sword auras violently rushed out.

Without exerting much of an effort, Austin unsheathed the long sword, its aura soaring up to the sky. It stunned everyone present.

"A level five sword potential!"

the warriors below the battle ring silently exclaimed.

Sword potential was a level higher than sword intent.

It was fairly common in the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom to find warriors who had reached a level ten sword intent.

However, only a relatively small number of warriors had been able to reach sword potential

and anyone who had reached a level five sword potential was considered a master swordsman.

With a wave of his sword, a sharp sword light flashed and shot up towards the sky at supersonic speed, cutting into the space above the battle ring.

The dazzling remains of the sword-light lingered in the air for a long period before it vanished; vaguely reminiscent of a just concluded musical performance where the faint echoes of music lingered in the air.

"Well one, young man! What an incredible swordsmanship!

I never would have guessed that you were a perfect swordsman. You're now welcome to join us on the royal mission,"

the general on the platform praised, face glowing with radiance at having seen Austin's excellent performance. . .

A soldier then approached Austin and led him to a lounging area behind the battle ring

where several hundred warriors were already waiting. Almost two-thirds of them were in the Imperial Realm cultivation base

and the rest were in the Master Realm cultivation base.

They were warriors who had also been selected to join the mission.

The area had long tables that were arranged in several rows. These tables were laid with piles of rare fruits and pots of tea.

Austin glanced around and saw that many tables were already occupied by warriors, so he walked towards the far corner of the area where he found a table that was occupied by only three people.

Just when Austin was about to seat himself, a cold voice stopped him.

"Piss off

or die!"

it called out, arrogant and commanding.

'Oh?'

Austin inwardly glowered. He turned his head around and came to face a short warrior.

The warrior was giving off an unparalleled spear intent

and although short, he aggressively bolted upright from where he sat.

The person looked like a sharp spear that was ready to stab into the sky.

His cultivation base was at the preliminary stage of Master Realm

while Austin was only at the Imperial Realm.

"Oh, really?

What if I insist on sitting here?"