He reached for the hilt of the Sword of Zeus, but before he could grab it, it flew off into the distance.
Looking at the Sword of Zeus, Jack was like a child who had lost his favorite toy.
He stood rooted to the ground as if his feet had been hammered.
No matter how hard the four men tried to pull him, it was useless.
Just as they were about to carry Jack away...
He suddenly lifted his feet and walked forward.
When he looked at the divine sword behind him, his eyes were filled with reluctance.
Just then, the Sword of Zeus, which had been far away, actually turned back!
Jack was ecstatic. Just as he was about to reach out to grab the hilt again...
It was as if someone had rubbed oil on it. It was very slippery. Jack was going to slash at the bushes...
But the sword was actually flung away by his strength!
Jack hurriedly chased after it. He didn't care if it was a bush or not.
