The entire arena felt the massive jump in his power level, along with the Vice Chief, whose expression shifted dramatically and was definitely not looking confident anymore.
He feels it. He knows this is serious now.
In the man's hand materialized a full-length red sword with intricate golden markings running along its blade—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality.
Leon decided to try something on instinct. He stretched out his right hand and thought strongly about his weapon.
Come to me.
WHOOSH!
It worked immediately. Leon felt his sword's emotion—its eagerness, its loyalty—and he called, and it came flying to him across the arena.
Into his palm arrived his epic-ranked sword, which had previously appeared as a high-quality black blade. But now, the moment it came into contact with his tremendous Holy energy...
SHIMMER! TREMBLE! GLOW!
The sword started vibrating intensely, then began absorbing his Holy energy like an endless, bottomless well—drinking in the power greedily.
