Bzzzz!
The piercing hum of a sword rang out without end.
Brenno stood with her blade angled toward the ground, magical edge-light flickering from it as it pierced the floor and left behind a slash mark.
The onlookers present could not help but freeze.
"So this is the strongest of the Magic Council Enforcement Team's new generation? The magical power she's giving off really is extraordinary."
"Look at that weapon she casually drew. The magical sword aura it emits feels incredibly sharp."
"That has to be a magic weapon!"
In a place like Ishgar, where magic flourished, magic weapons were not common.
But that did not mean they did not exist.
Most importantly, every magic weapon was no ordinary item.
Otherwise, it would not have earned such favor in a world where magic was so widespread.
The moment Brenno made her move, she revealed such a trump card.
Against ordinary opponents, it definitely possessed tremendous deterrent power.
However, this time, she was facing Erigor, the Reaper of the dark guilds—a man who specialized in assassination jobs and would carry out his missions with utter madness, whether the target was the president of a merchant association or the master of a magic guild.
In his eyes, such a so-called trump card seemed childish instead.
A cruel smile surfaced on Erigor's face as he casually reached toward the distance.
The gale seemed to turn into an invisible hand, instantly drawing a pitch-black Reaper's scythe into his grasp.
"Little girl, if you had taken out some other weapon this time, I might have taken you somewhat seriously. But you're using such a childish magic weapon against a veteran like me. It seems the Magic Council Enforcement Team's number one rising star is nothing more than a greenhorn."
Erigor sneered cruelly.
"It seems the