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Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

Even if Tobiro wasn’t able to win, he would still die with Harvey—for sure! Alani bit her lip, thinking that things wouldn’t end up as simple as she thought. Shinsuke squinted at Harvey; he needed to figure out Harvey’s movements, no matter what. After all, he believed that he was the strongest fighter out of everyone here. Under Alani and the others’ excited looks, Tobiro finally appeared in front of Harvey. “Let me explain, Harvey! “My blade is named the Blizzard Hell! When I became famous, the princess of the royal family gave this to me! Anyone should be honored to die by the blade, let alone you!”

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

It screamed at me, urged me to feed my power into it. Nathan raised an eyebrow up at me. "I see. That is unfortunate. I guess we'll just have to do this the messy way." He picked up a knife from the table and studied it for a moment, turning it this way and that to look at it in the candlelight. I recognized it at the Ackland's sacred item, the Blade of Shezmu. "Do what?" John asked. I could feel him reaching into the earth below us with his power. Nathan looked at us. "Why, kill you, of course." He threw knife at John.

The earth wielder skillfully manipulated the misfiring weapon and swung it powerfully towards the crouched Abe. “Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King.” A golden blade light struck the assaulting earth wielder, who quickly chose to protect himself than to continue with his assault. The man was pushed back several metres due to the attack and finally steadied himself next to his leader. “So?” his leader questioned

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Her body froze as a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth. Bang! The spiritual Qi blade fell heavily to the ground, splitting the earth into a terrifying gully and overturning Solana. Blood oozed out of Solana's palms, and her giant ax slipped out of Solana's hands, whirled, and flew out like an out-of-control windmill. It seemed that the Holy Land Realm Steve managed to severely injure them with a slash each, showing the ultimate advantage on the realm.

There must be something else. “After I defeat him again,” he said, his eyes on Prince Ron. “you’re coming with me.” Vathar scoffed as he stepped forward, drawing out his weapon. “I'd like to see you try.” The scimitar slid free in a hiss of metal—red and silver. Its edge shimmered like liquid fire the surface glistening with runes. He leveled it toward the Earth Spirit. “He’s not going anywhere with you.” “You think I can’t destroy you both where you stand?” The Earth Spirit said, and with a sweep of his hand, his own blade materialized. The sword was long and straight, its hilt glittering with crystalline veins of emerald and quartz.

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.