Chapter 340 The Fake Chosen One

• Tyler scoffed at the challenge laid before him. The massive boulder with the ancient sword embedded in it sat in the center of attention like some relic pulled from a half-forgotten legend, and the old man's calm expectation that he would simply draw the blade free felt almost insulting after everything that had already happened that day.
• "Is that all?" he said, his voice carrying easily across the quiet banquet hall. "You want me to yank that blade out of the rock? Old man, I can snap swords between my teeth and crush stone to powder with my bare fingers. You are underestimating me by a wide margin if you think this is some kind of test."
• Edward Salvatore smiled with quiet temerity, the kind of expression that belonged to a man who had weathered decades of hope and disappointment without losing his composure.