30 A Fencing Foil

"This mystic mark is still activated so I just have to take the hilt, right?"

"… If it was any other Glorious Treasure, yeah but the Ten Thousand Blades Hilt is quite picky. Even if you have a divine-class mystic mark, if it doesn't like your mystic mark or you, there's no way you will be able to take it…" Bei Ling said plainly.

"… Suuu~"

"Nevertheless, I think you are a perfect fit for it. Hence, it will work just fine.

"You only have to take your deadliest path out as you approach and then, take it as it is still activated."

"Fuuu~"

"My energy not but my path… and my deadliest one…" she raised an eyebrow and put away her smoking pipe.

Xia Feng Zi walked towards the hilt.

It seemed as though nothing happened to the surroundings; however, Bei Ling tilted her head to a side as though she was pondering about something.

Xia Feng Zi took the hilt with her left hand.

The reddish light intensified before it was devoured by black light. Black lightning sparkled and a blade was formed and the hilt changed shape.

"A fencing foil… it's completely black… uh?" As she was inspecting the weapon, she noticed that unlike the fencing foil she once used in her past life, it didn't have a rubber piece on the tip. She looked from up close the tip and it was pointy, perfectly made to pierce.

She swung it a few times and tried to pierce the wall.

*Creak, rumble* The wall broke but Xia Feng Zi frowned, 'It didn't bend… it's more like a big piercing needle…'

She swung it again and strangely a small white spark appeared on the tip, she struck beside the hole on the wall with a greater frown on her semblance, 'It bende… huh?'

"…"

Xia Feng Zi and Bei Ling tilted her heads at the same time. The broken wall began to repair.

"This rocky wall… is growing like it is amh… regenerating skin?" Xia Feng Zi thought aloud.