The overly ornate design is impractical as a sword, even more so as a throwing knife.
Coupled with Fu Qian's completely unskilled throwing motion, this sudden strike was not only sluggish but also leisurely spun in midair.
Clang!
Yet in the next moment, a crisp clashing sound rang out a second time.
The spinning sword that had disappeared into the dense fog returned at an even faster speed, as if it had collided with some swiftly moving target.
Without saying another word, Fu Qian's movements synchronized perfectly with the rapier's trajectory, crossing several steps in an instant to rush toward where it landed.
"Something's there!"
Only then did Reginald shout in alarm, his body glowing faintly with light.
But someone acted faster.
Simon, with his broad sword in hand, already unleashed a burst of metallic fire, stepping forward without hesitation.
This is the difference between field operatives and administrative staff!
