The Might of the Holy Sword! This is True Specialization

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Who would have thought that while the others were still locked in fierce combat with the Ringwraiths, even though they all held the upper hand, none of them could manage what Zheng Guandong did—sending a Ringwraith back to Mordor with just two strikes!

Ringwraith repelled: 1 C-rank Side Story, 2,000 reward points.

Zheng Guandong looked at the half of a Morgul Blade on the ground. Its jet-black blade radiated a frigid deathly aura. The grass beneath it and around it had all withered, covered in a faint layer of black frost. After studying it for a few moments, he bent down, picked up the broken blade, walked over to Wang Zhen, and handed it to him.

"Captain, this should be the Morgul Blade mentioned in the movie, a weapon exclusive to the Ringwraiths. Being cut by it causes severe injury. Frodo got stabbed once in the movie and nearly died. See if it has any research value."

Although Zheng Guandong had previously been taciturn and rarely spoke, little more than a background figure in the team, he had clearly changed now. In Wang Zhen's psychic senses, Zheng Guandong's mental state had undergone a fundamental transformation—or rather, it was more like awakening from slumber. Just like the "Holy Sword: Sword of Promised Victory Projection" within his microcosm: while dormant, it was steady as a stone, but once awakened, no matter how hard he tried to restrain it, that sharp edge could not be fully sheathed, always spilling out unintentionally.

The holy sword, Sword of Promised Victory, represented the hope born of humanity's faith. No matter how desperate or helpless things became, as long as the holy sword remained, so did hope; it would never allow