The two did not rest for long, and soon began to search for weapons.
Thin sword, it won't work, it's not a match, there's simply no way to defend against the merpeople's trident. Moreover, given the hardness of scales on the body of the merpeople, unless you hit a vulnerable area like an eye, it would hardly cause any harm.
Qian Cangyi thought to himself, shaking his head, gently putting down the fancy thin sword in his hand.
Robert picked up a Damascus knife. He pulled it out from its sheath, revealing decorative patterns etched across its blade. The tip remained strikingly sharp. It was indeed a good weapon, except it was impractically short - it would hardly be of use against a trident, let alone for counterattacking. This knife was more suitable as a backup weapon.
"This one's not bad," Robert nodded to Qian Cangyi and tucked the Damascus knife into his waistband. After adjusting it, he checked its effect and let himself get used to the sensation of this knife.
