As the two blades in his hands collided, Fang Chenyi felt both hands suddenly lighten, without any sense of resistance.
However, when he lowered his head and looked at the two blades, Fang Chenyi was stunned.
The two blades he had been holding had now become one and a half.
More accurately, one of them had been sheared clean off.
Of course, the one that was cut was definitely not the Bone Blade. At some point, the military-grade dagger had been sliced neatly in two, and he hadn't even felt a thing.
Seeing this, Fang Chenyi couldn't help but gasp. 'Such a fast blade! Such a sturdy blade!'
In the face of this Bone Blade, the dagger forged from special steel hadn't offered even the slightest resistance.
He tossed the broken dagger into a nearby trash can, his gaze lingering on the Bone Blade.
He clicked his tongue in admiration a few times before gently placing it on the adjacent table.
