The Naive Sword 8

Time flew by. Soon, it was midnight on the seventh day.

Black fog lingered on the ootheca's surface at the same time as usual.

This time, it bred seven dominator-level rank-7 powerhouses.

Sword 8 glanced at each of the seven of them one after the other as she held her chin in her hands.

While she was struggling to choose one as an opponent, the other top organizations sent over seven powerhouses. They attacked the monsters directly.

"What?! I haven't even picked one yet, and you guys already took them all…" Sword 8 panicked a little when she saw that there were no opponents left for her to choose from.

Many people who were watching the battle heard her voice. They looked at her in confusion.

Many of them revealed expressions of doubt on their faces when they saw that the person who spoke was a petite girl who looked like she had not even hit puberty.