20 years ago there was a wandering knight moving around the continent.

  He wanted to help his juniors, and used to coach all kinds of swordsmen.

  The 101st ranked swordsman gained the title Jet Frost around that time.

  ‘You have amazing skills… if I don’t use my Aura Sword, I might not win.’


  That was the highest compliment one could receive from a Sword Master.

  When he got that compliment Jet Frost was still 35 years old, very young, if you didn’t consider geniuses like Ian and Julius Hull.

  Thanks to his age and strength, he received the world’s attention and earned the title of ‘Strongest Sword Expert,’ that no one other than Sword Masters could beat.

  “I didn’t hear about him for a while, but while I was shopping for something, I heard he was in Partizan.”


  “So where in Partizan is he? Will he accept challenges? What if he lives here but doesn’t accept challenges? Did you get that information? Kuvar you are good at that! So quickly, quickly…”


  “You’re going to run out of breath. I’ll tell you this…”


  “Hm… yes, I remember.”


  Some of the people around them paid attention to it.

  Some were eager to know how high 5,000 was.

  After a while, the previous score came out of Irene’s mouth.

  “I think it was around 11,000 points.”