Rise of the Weakest Awakener: I Only Have Concept-Level Skills-Chapter 45 --Sword Saint

As the saying goes, In literature, there is no definitive first place, but in martial prowess, there is no room for second.

Once the title of Sword Saint was solidified, it would deal a heavy blow to the prestige of countless Sword Art Masters and even many of the top-tier Awakeners across the kingdoms.

Moreover, the emergence of a Sword Saint was like the unveiling of a resplendent, supreme crown, dazzling and irresistible.

It inevitably drew the attention—and ambition—of countless Awakeners.

After all, if one could defeat the Sword Saint, their own name would instantly spread throughout the Nine Great Kingdoms and beyond!

Of course, most Awakeners were simply eager to test their skills against the newly anointed Sword Saint.

Especially for those specializing in combat classes—without having fought, how could they accept someone being declared their superior?

Even knowing that the Sword Saint was likely terrifyingly powerful—so what?

They had to fight!

On the road toward the imperial capital, Old Jaque heard the news and wore a deeply peculiar expression.

He was, after all, someone who had a fair understanding of John.

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If John were truly to engage in duels against those mighty Sword Art Masters, in a grand martial ceremony held on an auspicious day at a martial arts hall—

the scene would undoubtedly be utterly disastrous.

After all, with a single slash from John's sword, even a renowned, widely respected Sword Art Master would end up collapsing to the ground... suffering explosive diarrhea on the spot.

It was impossible to imagine the expressions on the faces of the spectators—

or the faces of those Sword Art Masters who dared challenge John!

Moreover, beyond his diarrhea-inducing swordsmanship, John also had other, even more terrifying abilities:

he could cause grotesque abdominal swelling... or even reverse a person's gender!

He was simply a walking nightmare!

Old Jaque even suspected that John had other, more horrifying methods he had yet to reveal.

Though John was technically only a Silver Rank Awakener, if anyone were to truly become his enemy, they might be toyed with and defeated without ever understanding how it happened.

At the same time, in Whitespire, a different upheaval was unfolding.

The City Lord's Guard, once the most brutal force oppressing the people of Whitespire—guilty of public killings, rampant plundering of women, and countless atrocities—had met a grim fate.

Overnight, every last member of the City Lord's Guard was slaughtered.

The previously oppressed populace quickly flooded into the City Lord's quarters, looting it bare.

After all, most of the valuables within had originally been forcibly stolen from their homes.

In the wake of this chaos, three women from the Association Alliance also took notice of the disturbance.

They had come to Whitespire with a specific mission: to inform the City Lord and the local Associations under his jurisdiction about the mandatory participation in the upcoming Association Rankings.

However, as soon as they entered the city, they were met with a scene beyond belief—

the roof of the Lord's Manor had been ripped clean off!

"What happened here? Why has the City Lord's Guard suffered such devastation?"

The leader of the trio, Kaylin, immediately drew her longsword, pointing it coldly at an elderly man carrying away a cabinet, her expression steely.

The old man froze, fear etched across his face as he stammered:

"I-I don't know exactly what happened! I just heard that when people woke up this morning, they found out that the City Lord's Guard... they were all dead! Even the City Lord himself was decapitated!

So we came to take back the things they stole from us..."

Kaylin's heart trembled slightly at his words.

She had heard rumors of the City Lord's tyranny, but she had also been aware of the terrifying strength of the City Lord's Guard.

Yet now... they were annihilated overnight?

Who could have done this?

"Speak clearly—tell me everything you know, and I'll spare your life," Kaylin demanded.

The old man, trembling even more violently, hurriedly stammered:

"I-I really don't know much... only that several people were beheaded. I heard that the City Lord himself was among them!

Oh! And there was talk that on the night after the City Lord was killed, a young man was seen tossing around silver coins in the city!"

"Who was he?" Kaylin asked sharply.

The old man shook his head frantically.

"I don't know. I only heard the story this morning. They said he was a stranger—nobody recognized him."

Seeing that the old man genuinely had little else to reveal, Kaylin sheathed her sword and said coldly:

"You may go."

"Captain Kaylin, could it have been the work of one of those cultists? They do love to perform sacrificial rituals with severed heads..."

The icy woman standing beside Kaylin offered a suggestion.

Kaylin shook her head.

"No, I don't think so."

From what she knew, given the City Lord's rampant atrocities, there had already been anonymous bounties issued on his head.

The beheadings were likely bounty-related rather than cult activity.

After all, if cultists had been behind it, they might have allied with the corrupt City Lord, not executed him.

"The man who threw around silver coins must have been seen by someone.

We'll split up and gather descriptions of him—create a sketch and report it up the chain!"

Kaylin quickly issued orders.

As for pursuing the mysterious youth herself—Kaylin had no such reckless intentions.

After all, the City Lord's Guard captain had been a Platinum Rank Awakener, a figure of overwhelming combat prowess.

And yet he too had been slain.

This alone spoke volumes about the mysterious youth's terrifying capabilities.

Even if the young man had used some trickery, the fact remained: the Platinum Rank captain was dead.

Thus, even if she encountered that youth personally, the odds were that she too would be hopelessly outmatched.

There was no point in courting death.

The wisest course of action was to gather intelligence and leave the decision to those higher up the chain of command.

"Since the City Lord is already dead, we'll personally deliver notices to the Associations nearby," Kaylin added, pulling out a small list from her coat.

"One of the closer Associations is... hmm, called Punching Feminists..." she muttered.

The cold-faced woman beside her frowned.

"Captain, Punching Feminists are on the verge of being delisted, aren't they?

They've only got four members left—hardly worth informing. Even if they participate in the Association Rankings, they'll just be making up the numbers."