The True Power of the Holy Sword

Clang—!

A fierce radiance surged like a tide, flooding every corner of the surrounding space with blinding light.

As they looked at the adventurer holding the Holy Sword, bathed in its light, everyone was left speechless, their faces filled with shock.

Fang Li paid no heed to any of it. With his back to Alice, he slowly walked forward beneath her gaze and stopped before Mikoto Kyoya.

"..."

At this point, how could Mikoto Kyoya not realize that he had been far too self-righteous?

The man before him was not some glory-seeking fraud who only knew how to steal the credit of others.

If even the scene of the Holy Sword acknowledging him, blooming with such dazzling light, could be caused by a glory-seeking fraud, then there truly were no heroes left in this world.

Therefore, Mikoto Kyoya had been wrong, and so had all the other hero candidates around him.

This was no longer a matter of whether they acknowledged it or not. The facts were right before their eyes.

In the most direct way possible, Fang Li had told everyone exactly what Mikoto Kyoya's earlier remarks amounted to.

Explanations were meaningless now.

Apologizing had become equally unimportant.

At this moment, there was only one thing Mikoto Kyoya could do.

He had to pay for his actions.

Thus, Mikoto Kyoya took a deep breath and silently drew the Demonic Sword from his waist.

The Demonic Sword's aura immediately rippled outward, jolting everyone awake.

The hero candidate who had originally intended to hold back, not even drawing his sword, had ultimately drawn it.

No one laughed at him.

No one mocked him.

Because against the Holy Sword's boundless radiance, he had to at least use the Demonic Sword if he wished to resist.

However, Fang Li would not even permit