Trading Rules (Part 1)

What kind of person was this guy?

Hans was dumbfounded by the sight he saw when he turned around. He had never seen anyone catch a Golden Battle Aura-ranked slash barehanded before. Those capable of such a feat existed only in the stories told by bards, and the protagonists of those stories were all legendary figures exaggerated through artistic embellishment!

Was this little girl a legend?

The pirate named Roger was equally astonished. He swore he had not held back at all. As an old hand, whenever he fought for his life, he always gave it everything he had, like a lion fighting a rabbit—especially in this dangerous place.

Yet not only had his opponent caught that strike barehanded, she had also prevented even the slightest bit of his battle aura from dispersing. If his blow had landed properly, its force would have been enough to split the shop in two. But now, forget the impact—even the sound was completely absent...

Could it be anti-magic? He had heard that the Church possessed certain specialists capable of sealing magical and battle-aura energy. Could this girl be someone from the upper echelons of the Church?

Ding...

Just as he thought this, a crisp metallic ring suddenly sounded. Roger then saw spiderweb-like cracks begin spreading across his curved blade!

In that instant, he immediately understood what had happened. His pupils shrank, and without hesitation, he released the hilt and backed toward the door!

This wasn't anti-magic. His battle aura hadn't disappeared just now—it had been canceled out by something of the same energy!

The two energies had been exactly identical, without the slightest difference, which was why there hadn't been any sound. As for how he had instantly figured it out, it was because of his shattered blade...

His blade was a special