Second Apostle, Hilder of Tears

"I... choose this medium sword."

Rotus pondered for a moment, then quickly made his choice.

Of the three weapons Fang Mo had laid on the ground, the dagger was too small, while the broad-bladed greatsword was clearly far too heavy, not something a human could wield. So Rotus slowly extended one tentacle and pointed at the Ender Greatsword in front of Fang Mo.

But to his surprise—

Fang Mo simply shook his head. "Sorry, that's a greatsword."

"Huh?"

Rotus was visibly stunned.

"This one." Fang Mo pointed at the Ender Dagger and said in a deliberately calm tone, "This is the medium sword."

"Aren't those three swords—large, medium, and small?"

Rotus could not help asking. He pointed a tentacle at the Ender Greatsword in the middle. "Then I want the middle one among your three swords..."

"Sorry, that's the greatsword."

Fang Mo said.

"..."

Rotus fell silent.

He was starting to suspect that Fang Mo was messing with him.

If it had been anyone else, Rotus would have exploded long ago. After all, he was one of the Thirteen Apostles.

But the person before him was someone he truly could not afford to provoke. It did not matter that he was weak now; even at his peak, it would have been useless. The other man was absurdly powerful in both mind and body. When Fang Mo had first landed on the Sky Whale, Rotus had nearly been scared to death just by probing him with Mental Power.

That vast, ocean-like will—

Had nearly made Rotus think he was fighting an entire world.

And afterward, that light cannon blast had nearly pierced straight through the Sky Whale's back.

If the angle had been even slightly lower, Rotus figured that he and the Second Spine Temple would have been vaporized by that