Wu Zheng narrowed his eyes, his gaze locked onto the long wooden case in Shen Ye’s hands, a sense of wariness rising within him. Shen Ye was clearly no match for him, yet he remained remarkably confident; there had to be something amiss, perhaps some hidden ace up his sleeve.
"You want to play with weapons? Do you think you’re the only one who has one? I have one too!" Wu Zheng sneered, drawing the blade from his waist.
The blade was less than three feet long and three fingers wide, engraved with the image of a black dragon. Dark, ominous energy swirled around the steel, radiating a malevolent aura.
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