Zhang Huaping could not help reaching out to stroke the blade. It was smooth and delicate.
The more she looked at it, the more she loved it.
In truth, the Demon Cultivators of Sword Forging Manor had not been unwilling to capture a few weapon smiths and develop the magic weapon industry.
But after suffering through all kinds of quality problems, they had given up completely.
They had never expected that this time, they would actually create something worthwhile.
"How is it?" Jiu Cai Rong asked.
"I-I never imagined Sword Forging Manor would have such craftsmanship." Zhang Huaping admitted that she had been stunned—and tempted.
Magic weapons were their second lives, their second lovers.
A weapon this beautiful had struck straight at her heart!
What demon hunter could possibly refuse such a peerless beauty?
But she soon noticed that the weapon's characteristic was some kind of berserk state, and—
"It only has one energy-storage spell?"
She drew a deep breath.
She did not know whether they had sacrificed practicality for beauty, or whether the Mountain Villa's smithing skills were simply this poor, allowing them to forge only defective Magic Copper weapons with less than twenty percent energy-storage efficiency.
She thought it over, then offered her advice, trying to help them make a sale:
"I think it can sell. This berserk state looks wonderful and could let someone turn the tables when all hope is lost, but its practicality is average."
"Why?" Dao Jiujiu was somewhat dissatisfied. This was his carefully crafted flagship product.
Zhang Huaping said, "Because when you're truly out in the wilderness, even if you win after activating the berserk state, you'll be weakened for several days afterward. You'll have no ability to protect yourself in the wilderness, which is practically a death sentence."
"That means you must