"Thank you, Steward Wu. With this spirit weapon blade, my chances of winning the next two battles will rise another notch." Chen Huai'an thanked Steward Wu again.
Chen Huai'an had two daggers in his storage space, one of which was exceptionally sharp. It had belonged to Zhang Biao.
However, because that dagger could not see the light of day, he had not taken it out to use.
Besides, daggers and long blades were still quite different. Chen Huai'an used the Flame Blade Technique, which had to be performed with a long blade to bring out its full power. A dagger was only useful for surprise attacks.
Steward Wu waved a hand, signaling Chen Huai'an not to keep spouting such flattering words. "No need to be so polite. You're also a menial disciple from the cafeteria. If you win a good ranking in this Challenge Tournament, we'll be able to bask in your glory too."
"Hurry up. The next round is about to begin. Before it starts, get used to the spirit weapon in your hand."
Chen Huai'an did not continue to dawdle. He swung the spirit weapon in his hand and performed the Flame Blade Technique.
As he wielded the Flame Blade Technique, Chen Huai'an felt a wave of scorching heat rise within him. A faint red glow flickered along the blade.
When Chen Huai'an had previously used the Flame Blade Technique with a wooden blade, he had felt that something was off. But now, using this sickle, he discovered that there was nothing wrong with his blade technique. Rather, he had lacked a weapon that suited his hand. When performing the Flame Blade Technique, Fire Spiritual Power existed within his body, but without a suitable vessel, he could not release it. Thus, although his blade technique appeared fierce, its