I had never thought that this sword in Jerry's hands would be as obedient as a pet!
This greatly refreshed Bulanda's understanding.
Where was your dignity?
Where was the seriousness of your Sword of Victory?
It had completely lost its dignity!
If it was anyone else who touched the sword like this, the Sword of Victory might have just quit and gone on a killing spree.
However, in Jerry's hands, such a dangerous weapon was managed by him obediently!
When Jerry's hand passed by the tip of the sword, the buzzing sound of the Sword of Victory became even louder. The entire sword shook violently, as if it was very satisfied.
"Looks like the sharpest part is the most sensitive."
Jerry smiled and flicked the Sword of Victory, making a crystal clear sound.
Finally, Jerry's handkerchief pushed past the tip of the sword. The handkerchief that was stained with blood clearly could not be used. Jerry casually threw it on the swamp.