“W-what just happened…?”0

Zirukan's eyes widened as he looked at the Holy Sword in Kai’s hand.0

There’s no way. I definitely stored the Holy Sword in the subspace.0

Retrieving an item stored in someone else’s subspace was impossible.0

Zirukan’s hands moved quickly to grasp the situation. He pulled out a sword from the subspace he opened in an instant, and compared his own Holy Sword to the one in Kai’s hand with a sharp gaze. He realized a fact that anyone with eyes would see unless they were blind.0

The Holy Sword I’m holding is a fake.0

The Holy Sword, which he believed to be real because it held faint holy power, turned out to be a well-made replica. Nothing more, nothing less.0

… If that’s the case, this is truly a big problem.0

For the first time since the battle began, cold sweat started to bead on Zirukan’s face.0

I suppose I’ll have to be more cautious from now on.0

Of course, Kai holding a single Holy Sword didn’t mean Zirukan’s defeat was certain. However, Zirukan felt a significant threat from the mere fact that his previously 0% chance of losing had risen to even 1%. That meant this fight, which he couldn’t afford to lose, had turned into a battle he might actually lose.0

Meanwhile, Kai was observing his surroundings in frozen time.0

What is this?...0