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Before everyone could react, Hudi had already rushed to the statue. He ignored the exclamations around him, grasped the hilt with both hands, and gave it a fierce pull.
A soft click.
The illusory Blade of Victory, with crumbling stones, was pulled from its pedestal by him.
When the Scholar saw this, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and anger, "Damn it, that's mine... Give the sword back to me!"
But what answered him was the whistling of an arrow cutting through the air, flying toward him with a screech. The Scholar hastily dodged, and the arrow struck a horse's leg; the stone shattered, showering him with fragments.
There were still others in the plaza.
