635 Saint Item (2/2)

A soul-power warrior could rival a saint warrior if he had a saint item even if he weren't a peak soul-power warrior.

Soul items weren't only powerful in terms of offensive or defensive abilities. They could also activate the user's potential. At the same time, just like saint warriors, saint weapons had unique abilities similar to the soul realms of saint warriors. Saint items' abilities were called saint souls.

Everyone knew that saint items were powerful, but not many people knew about saint souls. Only the top-tier warriors, mages, and blacksmiths knew about them.

However, none of the blacksmiths alive today could make the equipment that they forged to have saint souls.

Qian Jin read Uncle Blake's notes, and he knew everything about saint items. Out of all the blacksmiths that he could see in the powerful forces, Qian Jin was confident that no one knew about saint items better than him.

”What did you say?”

For the first time, Zence Matten wasn't able to maintain his composure in such a situation, and he also fell off his horse. He stared at the sword handle in Cech Flet's hand, which looked like a piece of wasted iron.

Duren Burg's riding skill was even worse compared to Zence Matten. After falling off the horse, he jumped back onto it by lightly kicking the ground. He also stared at the sword handle in Cech Flet's hand intently.

Even Fanta Kunge who had been down lately was shocked, and he looked at the normal-looking sword handle in Cech Flet's hand in confusion.

Everyone's mind was filled with questions, and they thought, ”This trash-looking thing is a saint item? Did Qian Jin's eyes stop working? Or did he get hit so much that his brain is lagging?”

”This is a saint item?” Cech Flet was confused as well. He turned his hand and observed it, and he couldn't figure out the uniqueness of the sword handle.

”Take off the last bit of metal pieces on the handle,” Qian Jin said as he pointed at the sword handle. ”I don't know who got this sword handle. The forge master must have realized that this sword handle was great, so he connected a blade to it. He had no idea that the sword handle itself is a saint item.”

Qian Jin shook his head as he continued, ”It is like someone adding feet onto the painting of a snake.”

”Although the forge master knows something, the person isn't too clear on everything,” Qian Jin sighed and thought to himself, ”If the assassin weren't using the sword with the connected blade and were only using the sword handle, the outcome of the battle would be hard to tell.”

At the critical moment, the assassin could even sacrifice the saint item and use it to become a saint warrior. The effect of becoming a saint using a saint item was much greater compared to soul weapons. The user would be purified, and their own soul realm would be devoured by the saint soul of the saint item, forming an even more powerful soul realm.

”A lack of knowledge.” Qian Jin shrugged. If the assassin knew better, everyone in Qian Jin's team might have died.

Cech Flet removed the last piece of blade that was attached to the sword handle, and he suddenly felt like the sword handle was an extension of his arms and a part of his body. He felt comfortable holding it.

”Send your warrior soul into it,” Qian Jin recited the information on Uncle Blake's notes, ”Communicate with it and awaken it.”

Buzz… buzz… buzz…

The sword handle buzzed and created a series of loud noises. Everyone felt that Cech Flet become different, and a streak of strange power was radiating out of his body. It felt like his body couldn't suppress the insane amount of strength in his body.

Tink!

Metal-ringing noises were heard, and a sword dashed out of the sword handle. The blade looked soft like mercury, and it seemed like streaks of energy mingled and intertwined before forming the blade.

The blade was as thin as the wings of a bee, and it had the width of the branch of a willow tree. Combined with Cech Flet's aura, everything seemed beautiful as the power of the saint soul slowly radiated outward.

”Nice sword!” Cech Flet rarely emphasized his words, but he was overjoyed at this moment.

”Damn it! So envious!” Duren Burg stared at Cech Flet's sword and said, ”It is really a saint item! With this thing, even Comrade can't defeat you.”

”Eh.” Cech Flet nodded in confidence and said, ”If we are fighting to the death, I can kill him.”

Qian Jin laughed and didn't try to refute. With this sword, Cech Flet would be no different from a saint warrior. If one had to find a difference, saint warriors' soul realms could cover a larger area compared to the saint soul of the sword in Cech Flet's hand.

Although Qian Jin was confident that he could rival a few half-saint warriors, fighting a saint warrior was a different ball game.

Although Cech Flet's strength was powerful, he had one critical drawback; he couldn't reveal his power before others.

When this man was on the territory of Zence, every time he showed his real strength, he would have to kill everyone who saw it and wasn't in the team.