Golden Copper King's Holy Sword!
Anya saw that something was amiss and decided to strike first.
Now a Fifth-Circle Wizard himself, he naturally did not fear Mangang's threats.
Sensing the terrifying power of the holy sword, Mangang grew solemn.
"Indeed, the Son of the Primordial Soul has some tricks up his sleeve."
He didn't use a spell, but his arm flashed with body-refining runes. His straightforward punch collided with the holy sword.
Boom!
The sound of metal clashing.
The holy sword was knocked away, and the shockwave swept across the area. Mangang's fist, too, was repelled, blood flowing freely.
Anya's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This man is too terrifying, to physically withstand my strongest sixth talent."
Without hesitation, he threw out a hairpin, which grew longer as it caught the wind.
Mangang swung his fists, but they were trapped by the hairpin emitting a woman's fragrance, rendering him immobile.
A treasure for Void Travel flared brightly in Anya's mind.