Chen Mo did not care too much that his weapon was inadequate. What worried him was how this cloaked man who had suddenly appeared could be so powerful.
After all, when he had been at the Special Affairs Administration, the information he had received said that the highest level an Ability User could reach was only equivalent to Xiantian First Order.
Yet the cloaked man's strength at this moment, judging by Chen Mo's estimate from their brief exchange, had definitely surpassed the Xiantian Realm.
Although the blade in his hand still looked the same, it could no longer be used in battle. Otherwise, it could snap apart at any moment.
However, he could not simply replace it with another blade either. That would expose the trouble of him possessing storage space. Though he was not afraid of trouble, he had an innate aversion to it.
He slowly moved the blade in his hand behind his back and, where the cloaked man could not see, directly replaced it with Onimaru.
The blade he had taken out for the earlier fight had merely been one of the longswords used by the metal puppets in the Underground Space. Although its material was decent, it had been nearly a thousand years. Its hardness and flexibility were both inferior to modern alloys.
Of course, speaking of modern alloys, the Xiantian Short Sword issued by the Special Affairs Administration was also a product of Xiantian alloy. It should have been comparable to the weapon in the cloaked man's hand.
But if he took out the Xiantian Short Sword, he would be telling everyone that he was a Xiantian Consecrator from Huaguo. Only an idiot would do that.
Onimaru was different. Ever since obtaining this blade, Chen Mo had found it quite handy. He had also refined