"Crack!" A crisp sound echoed as Wang Yu's expression shifted. He exerted all his strength to fend off Wendy's greatsword, which was pressing against him, and rolled away to create distance.0

"Ah! Wang Yu, I'm so sorry! I always lose control of my strength once I start fighting!" Wendy hastily apologized before Wang Yu could even respond.0

"It's fine…" Wang Yu glanced at his right arm, the one he'd been using to brace against Wendy's greatsword. It now hung limp by his side. His shoulder joint had dislocated from the sheer force of the greatsword.0

He released his short axe with his left hand and yanked his right arm forcefully, ignoring the sharp pain as the joint snapped back into place. Rotating his arm to ensure it was functional again, Wang Yu recalled the sudden burst of weight. That hadn't been Wendy's raw strength—rather, the greatsword itself had abruptly increased in weight.0

Wendy's greatsword was trembling slightly as it emitted a low, ominous hum. Wang Yu noticed for the first time that the saw-like teeth on the sword weren't designed for cutting. Those serrated edges bore faint, rune-like engravings that now glowed with a purplish light.0

Between the serrated teeth of the blade were crackling streaks of purple energy resembling electrical arcs.0

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