All the weapons on these racks are extremely uniform; they're all wooden swords, without any other items.
The crowd frowned.
Soon someone noticed that they couldn't retrieve their weapons from their storage spaces. Even those carrying weapons couldn't use them, stopped by some unknown force.
It seems.
If they want to use weapons, they must take the wooden swords from these racks.
No way around it.
After all, they're on someone else's turf, unless their strength surpasses the Sword Monarch, they must follow the rules set by the others.
The crowd picked up the wooden swords from the racks.
At this moment.
The large gate in front of the courtyard suddenly burst open with a bang, revealing the scene behind it.
Behind it.
Is an enormous training ground.
On the training ground, there are numerous puppets that appear to be used for sword practice.
As soon as the crowd stepped onto the training ground, these puppets instantly came to life.
"What's going on?"
