The first test was the same as the one I took the test back then, which was to use a 1.2-meter-long, palm-wide, 60-kilogram sword to cut an iron pillow and judge the power of the attack from the cuts!

Under the guidance of the middle-aged samurai, Mustafa gently waved the big sword in his hand, looked at the iron pillow, and said to the middle-aged samurai with a frown: "This... Is this what you're testing?"

Although he didn't understand why Mustafa asked this, the middle-aged warrior nodded and explained, "You don't need to think about anything else, just cut this iron pillow with all your might!"

Are you sure?

After looking at the iron pillow worriedly, and gently pushing the iron frame under the iron pillow with his hand, Mustafa asked uncertainly.

Hearing Mustafa's words, the middle-aged samurai smiled slightly and said, "That's right, no matter who you are, as long as you haven't joined the Samurai Association, as long as you haven't owned the samurai professional badge, you must pass this test!"

All right...

Nodding helplessly, Mustafa muttered, "Do you have all the strength, is this what you said!" As he spoke, Mustafa held the sword in his right hand in one hand, his face became calm, and at the same time, the big sword in his right hand was raised inch by inch.

Hey!

When the greatsword in Mustafa's hand was raised to the top, the next moment... Mustafa slammed down the sword in his hand, and suddenly... Lightning flashed in midair, and the great sword in Mustafa's hand turned into a thunderbolt, which landed on the iron pillow with a bang.

Rumble... Click... Thump!

In a chaotic sound, Mustafa first slashed a sword on the iron pillow, making an earth-shattering sound, and the long iron pillow was actually bent by his sword, and at the same time, the big sword in Mustafa's hand was also snapping and breaking, and even the iron frame supporting the iron pillow was scattered on the spot because it could not withstand the power of Mustafa.

Aaa...

Faced with this scene, the middle-aged samurai couldn't help but open his mouth wide in horror, it's not that he hasn't encountered something powerful before, but it's so powerful, but he just came to test, it's the first time he's seen it, I believe... Even if it is placed in the entire Eastern Continent, there are definitely not many such precedents!

"Old... Boss, what are you going to test next!" After looking blankly at the broken broadsword in his hand, Mustafa raised his head stupidly and said to the middle-aged samurai.

This one...

Cold sweat kept coming out of the head of the middle-aged samurai, this guy is too exaggerated, with such strength, he can already apply for an A-level career badge directly, why do you want to test what E-level career badge, it's just a joke, just with the power of this sword, he can be sure that this guy has definitely reached the level of A-level!

Looking at the big guy in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be interested, he himself is an S-level existence, so he only has the right to assess below AAA level, looking at Mu Stafa on the other side, it is the first time he has seen such an opponent, if he doesn't fight, he won't be able to sleep when he goes home at night!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged warrior excitedly picked up another big sword from the side and said with a smile: "Come on, come on... Next, you attack me with all your might, let me see your true skills!"

This...

Hearing the words of the middle-aged samurai, I couldn't help but hesitate, what is this? When I took the test before, the second test item seemed to be a battle with a wild boar, could it be that the test item was changed?

I looked at the middle-aged samurai suspiciously, but in the end I still didn't ask, since you came here, everything has to be listened to others, otherwise they won't give you badges.

Thinking of this, I nodded to Mustafa, motioned for him to give it his all, and then... I quietly stepped aside and watched the battle, you know... So far, I've never seen Mustafa attack with all his might.

Under the leadership of the middle-aged samurai, the two came to the competition venue on the west side, looking at the big sword in the hands of the middle-aged samurai, Mustafa smiled bitterly and frowned and said, "I... Can I not use weapons?"

Kindness?

Looking at Mustafa suspiciously, the middle-aged warrior pointed to a room next to him and said, "I know you may not be good at using a sword, but no matter what you are good at, I believe you can find what you need from there!"

Looking in the direction of the middle-aged samurai's finger, there was a warehouse of armaments, but... To the surprise of the middle-aged samurai, Mustafa shook his head resolutely, and a pair of fan-like big hands struck each other hard, making a snapping sound, and at the same time... Mustafa said categorically: "What I am best at using is my hands, they are my weapons!"

Good!

Hearing Mustafa's words, the middle-aged warrior couldn't help but be more curious, looking at Mustafa excitedly, the middle-aged warrior couldn't wait to say: "Whatever, no matter what, please let the horse attack as soon as possible!"

Hey...

Hearing the middle-aged samurai's words, Mustafa couldn't help but show a smirk, of course... This is just the opinion of ordinary people, after a few months of getting along, I kind of understand, when it comes to belligerence, this guy is definitely above the middle-aged samurai in front of him, and... Once he shows such a smirk, it is time for him to get excited, and once he is excited, there will be drama to watch.

Smack, smack... Hey!

Hit his palms hard, Mustafa screamed wildly in the sky, and in the roar, I looked at another hard leather armor broken by him with regret, hey... This is the seventeenth set in a few months, although I have money, I don't care about this little money, but it is not a way to continue like this, it seems that I have to think of a way.

As he spoke, Mustafa had already completed his preparations, and the muscles all over his body protruded, really a mountain of muscles, and that strong muscle, even Mr. Bodybuilder had to be ashamed to kill when he saw it.

Kindness?

Seeing the change in Mustafa, the middle-aged warrior's eyes flashed with excitement, and he muttered, "No! Isn't this the madness of the orcs? but... How can a human be berserk? It stands to reason that only a beast can! The most terrifying thing is that this guy can artificially control this madness, which is crazy. ”

Whew... Support...

Mustafa gasped violently, looked at the middle-aged warrior opposite him with blood-red eyes, and said in a low voice, "Hey, can you start now?"

This!

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted, and the middle-aged warrior couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then quickly sorted out his emotions, nodded and said, "It's okay, you can let the horse attack at any time!"

Hey...

With another smirk, Mustafa took a solid step, a pair of big hands slowly opened up with the pace of progress, looking at the hands that were getting bigger and bigger, I roughly estimated that one could definitely grab my thigh, and then pinch it off with one hand!

I've seen it many times, but every time I see Mustafa's complete combat state, or what a middle-aged samurai calls a mad state, I can't help but be surprised.

At this moment, it is difficult for you to treat Mustafa as a normal person, compared to him, he is more like an angry beast, or an angry bull, but the strange thing is that although anger is anger, his consciousness is sober, although not too sober, but he has definitely not lost his mind!

However, speaking of which, Mustafa can control it for a short time, once the real fight starts, this guy will completely lose his mind, if he doesn't kill the other party, or he is tired and lying down, it will never stop, at that time, Mustafa was already a complete beast, roaring madly, never flinching and attacking, like a mad lion!

Roar!

Sure enough, after getting the consent of the middle-aged samurai, Mustafa went completely crazy with a wild roar, and opened his arms desperately, like a crazy bull, and attacked the middle-aged samurai opposite.

Looking at the scene in front of me expectantly, I couldn't help but secretly worry, I hope this middle-aged samurai can subdue this mad cow, otherwise, he won't stop without killing all the enemies!

Roar!

With a roar of rage, the running Mustafa jumped into the air, exhaled, and kicked his feet towards the middle-aged warrior on the opposite side.

In the face of Mustafa's attack, the middle-aged warrior's eyes flashed, for twenty or thirty years, his combat experience was so rich that it was simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people, especially after he became the test deputy hall master here, his combat experience has skyrocketed!

However, to this day, it is the first time he has encountered an opponent who dares to attack him with his feet as soon as he comes up. He's a fire-type swordsman, and he wields a sharp blade, isn't he... Don't the other party want feet?