Magic Sword Tyrfing

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Sharjah finally made her move too.

Her desire was to ask everyone to leave so she could have a one-on-one duel with Mo Fan. Unfortunately, it was not realistic, since they were in the middle of a war.

It might be unfair to Mo Fan, but the world was never fair in the first place.

She did not move or relocate herself for a better angle of attack. Her lips were moving as if she was murmuring an ancient chant.

A book suddenly appeared in front of Sharjah. It had a black cover, and the words on every page had a dark mysterious glow to them as it hovered in front of her. 

The conductor Cook had been behaving exactly like a music conductor when he used his magic, like he was performing in a concert hall in front of an audience. Meanwhile, the way Sharjah was reading the book was like she was giving a speech in front of the students on a podium.