The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Bolot was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat.

Toys?

My father’s weapon experts created these two batons. They were easy to carry, solid, and reliable. And most importantly, low in cost. They were successful designs. But now, the young man called them toys?

Is he joking?

As if he had read Bolot’s mind, Moana said indifferently, “What’s the matter? Are you upset that I called them toys?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Moana’s hands pressed slightly harder.

They heard a cracking sound in Moana’s hands. The two black batons made of wrought iron had cracked!

When Moana let go, the two batons broke in the middle, and the part it broke was full of cracks. The pieces fell to the ground like glass. There was a clanging sound, and the shattered fragments fell.

It was obvious at first glance that they were ruined and could not be used again.

that, there were instantly cold gasps in the fondue

young man had broken iron batons with

Is he even human?

a human be so

two bodyguards watched this scene with trepidation as

Moana was no longer a human in their eyes, but a monster in human skin, a demon with a human

“I’m sorry… I quit!”

someone else, Young

Moana had terrified immensely burst out of the fondue restaurant and

only realized he was alone

the Wagner family’s young heir, I think you must be good enough to give me a bit of fun,” Moana said as he made his way toward

he had a kind smile, it

in a panic, instantly

trembling. His legs were shaking as if he

him even