It was hard to imagine that this bone blade possessed such an ability; after being returned to the body for a short time, it could self-heal. Truly, Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi was worthy of being a divine artifact from ancient Japanese myth. If it could be damaged so easily, how could it hold such a lofty status among the renowned blades of ancient mythology?
The clouds and sea beneath the feet of Herzog and Lu Mingfei split open into narrow, jagged fissures, cleaved by the sweep of Herzog's Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi. That single strike seemed to tear apart space and atmosphere, rolling the clouds and ocean outward in severed sections to form towering waves, resembling a gaping wound slashed across the body of a giant that refused to heal or subside for a long time.
This strike was brimming with intimidation; Herzog's power and Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi fused with exceptional perfection, for they were born as one from the very beginning. This was what Herzog had referred to—aside from the physical strength and Spirit Voice power that matched Lu Mingfei blow for blow, the one thing Lu Mingfei lacked... was a reliable, peerless weapon. Armed with Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, Herzog's close-combat capability could undoubtedly crush any enemy of the same rank.
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