His fingertips secretly harbored 'Death Qi.'
The moment they touched the sword's spine, "Death Qi Slash" erupted forth.
The gray-white slash flashed briefly but was sufficient to achieve the effect Arthur needed—
Ding!
In the crisp sound, Deljo's "Storm Sword" longsword broke.
The longsword split in two from the point where it was struck by Arthur's fingertips. The break was neat and smooth.
The upper half of the sword body spun into the air and landed beneath the ring, its tip stuck in the soil, still trembling and emitting a continuous quivering sound.
And Deljo, who was left holding just the rear half of the sword body, stood there completely dumbfounded.
How is this possible?
How is this possible?
How is this possible?
Such phrases reverberated in Deljo's mind like demonic sounds, completely filling the thoughts of this 'Storm Sword.'
He recalled the scene that had just occurred.
This 'Storm Sword' was bewildered, puzzled, shocked.
