My flying sword has no strength?
Ma Zimo felt like he was slapped hard in the face. This casual remark made him feel worse than losing.
Too vicious!
Ma Zimo couldn't understand the reason. After all, he couldn't imagine that Lin Chen's entire bone had been refined into Sword Bone, tempered countless times by natural treasures, with strength on par with a Magical Treasure.
If necessary, Lin Chen could easily engage others' Magical Treasures in hand-to-hand combat, but so far no one has managed to push Lin Chen to that level.
Ma Zimo said with a gloomy face: "I already admit defeat. Can you return my flying sword to me?"
Lin Chen was not keen to return it, but if he didn't, the opponent would certainly not let it go.
"I can return it to you, but you have to tell me how this thing was refined and why there's no breath fluctuation when it's activated. It's only when it's close that I notice..."
Ma Zimo hesitated, seemingly reluctant to speak.
