Chen Mo shook his head helplessly and pointed into the crate.
"This longsword is also forged from Adamantium. It's incredibly sharp—if you're strong enough, it can slice through iron like mud, and you never have to worry about it breaking."
Only then did Steve remember the longsword beneath it. He usually performed with a shield and was not very familiar with cold weapons such as swords, so he had not paid it much attention. Only after hearing Chen Mo's explanation did he realize that this medieval two-handed Knight Longsword was extraordinary as well.
With limited space in the cabin, Steve merely picked up the longsword to test its feel. Its several kilograms of weight felt practically weightless in his hands, and even wielding the two-handed sword one-handed felt perfectly natural.
Very satisfied with the two weapons, Steve turned to Chen Mo and said gratefully.
"Thank you, Master! With these, I'll definitely be able to rescue Bucky!"
Chen Mo felt another wave of helplessness. He seriously suspected that Steve's IQ had dropped to zero.
Ever since learning that Bucky was in danger, Steve had first planned to drive a Jeep alone through the heavily defended German forces' lines with nothing but a shield, then storm the HYDRA base to rescue him. Now, his eyes were apparently so bad that he could see only one thing in front of him, and his brain so foolish that he thought such a large crate contained only two cold weapons.
Had it been too long since Chen Mo had personally taught him, to the point that he had even forgotten the basic principle of staying calm in the face of trouble?
Chen Mo shot Steve a fierce glare, making a chill run through him. He seemed to recall the days when Chen Mo had "taught"