Finally, Sharjah made her move.
What she wanted was for everyone around her to scram so she could have a one-on-one duel with Mofan.
However, that was unrealistic. This was a battlefield.
It was unfair to Mofan, but there was no such thing as fairness in this world.
She didn't move, nor did she need to adjust her angle. Her lips moved slightly, as if she was silently chanting some ancient phrase.
To her surprise, a book actually appeared in front of her.
It was a black leather book. The words on each page glowed with a mysterious silver light. It was a combination of black mist and light. It floated in front of Sharjah.
Cook, the conductor, looked exactly like a music conductor, and used magic as if he were performing for an audience in a concert hall. On the other hand, Sharjah, who stood in front of a floating book and silently read the words in it, looked more like a student representative who was reciting on a podium.
Her clothes were neat and tidy, and she looked dignified and beautiful.
Of course, Sharjah's behavior was not just to make the sound of reading.
It was an evil book.
In fact, Sharjah was more like an ancient European witch. Her chanting was actually summoning a magical creature.
The girl who was bewitched by the evil book was immersed in the words with blank eyes. By the time she woke up, the thing in the evil book had already crawled out!
…
On the other hand, Mofan didn't notice Sharjah's actions.
Mofan even fantasized that Sharjah was a perfectionist. She couldn't accept others interfering in a battle, so she would help him get rid of the people around him first, and then have a fierce battle with him!
Unfortunately, even though Sharjah looked like a beautiful purple elven girl, she didn't act like a chuunibyou at all.
When she wanted to fight, she didn't care if her opponent was being beaten up, or if he was alone, or if he was facing an army of thousands. She would attack when she needed to!
The evil book was probably some kind of curse. When the words on the page all glowed with a strange silver light, it was like the stars in the elements had connected, giving birth to a huge amount of energy.
Long black claws appeared behind Mofan without warning. The claws were about to dig into Mofan's neck!
Mofan reacted quickly and dodged. The black claw immediately followed and aimed at Mofan's throat!
Sharjah wasn't trying to knock him out and send him away. She was trying to control the monster to snap his neck!
"Flame Sword!"
After Mofan pulled away, he raised his right hand high.
Raging flames surged and quickly condensed into an incomparably heavy Raging Flame Demonic Hammer.
Although Mofan was shouting, he didn't know why he had forcibly turned the sword into a heavy hammer when he was controlling it.
Mofan didn't know how to use a sword, probably because hammers were more suitable for smashing.
The fire hammer fell. Its target was not the black claw, but Sharjah, who was not far away and was blatantly reading the evil book.
Mofan had no idea what kind of magic Sharjah was using. Curse, Summoning, or some kind of forbidden spell. However, since Sharjah had awakened the monster from the evil book, it would not be a problem to attack her directly!
Sharjah lifted her head and leaped back nimbly like a deer as the Raging Flame Demonic Hammer fell. She was not flustered at all, but rather elegant.
The evil book was already closed, but it lingered around her. When she was far enough away, Sharjah tapped with her finger, and the evil book appeared before her again and opened on its own.
"Add!"
Mofan showed no mercy. He used Blink to approach Sharjah just as she was about to read the contents of the book.
This time, Mo Fan was finally holding a sword. It was the Calamity Fire Heavy Sword formed by the Calamity Fire. He held it tightly with both hands and raised it high into the air. A blazing moon slashed forward!
"There's a sword in my book too. I hope you like it, teacher." Sharjah did not back away this time. She smiled confidently.
She flipped to another page of the book. There were no longer rows of strange silver words on it, but a black inverted sword. It was slanted, as if it was lying on the page. The tip and hilt of the sword even poked out of the opposite corners of the page.
"Rupturing Sword Tyrfeng!"
Sharjah read the name of the sword, and the illustrated sword in the evil book was immediately summoned. The sword flickered like a fire in a furnace, and a moment later, it flew out of the evil book!
Mofan swung his Calamity Fire Sword at Sharjah.
At the same time, Rupturing Sword Tyrfeng was above Sharjah's head, clashing with Mofan's Blazing Flame Sword.
"Clang!"
There was a loud clang. Rupturing Sword Tyrfeng seemed to be made of solid metal. The flickering flames around it were only an additional effect.
On the other hand, Mofan's Blazing Flame Sword was only made of Elemental Magic. It was incomparable to the real Rupturing Sword in terms of strength!
The flames on Mofan's Blazing Flame Sword scattered after the collision and fell to the ground. Meanwhile, Rupturing Sword Tyrfeng was still above Sharjah. The pitch-black sword emitting flames trembled slightly. It let out a strange, sharp sound, as if it was laughing disdainfully!
The weapon in Mo Fan's hand was completely shattered. He couldn't help but be stunned.
The sword formed by the Heavenly Fire had shattered just like that!
What exactly was the evil sword that Sharjah had summoned? Most importantly, Rupturing Sword Tyrfeng was laughing at him like a human!
"Teacher, this is one of the most famous evil swords in the world. It has its own soul. It can fly and kill enemies on the battlefield on its own. You must be careful," Sharjah was still a polite student. She did not forget to introduce the sword to Mofan before attacking him.
As expected, the sword moved on its own!
Sharjah did not need to control it at all. The pitch-black evil sword produced a string of dazzling sparks as it slashed at Mofan fiercely!
Mofan was shocked. He quickly jumped into the air to dodge the attack.
However, the sword came to a sudden stop in the next second. It let out a mocking laugh before slashing at him in an eerie manner. Mofan had no idea how to defend himself in the air. He could only use his Iron Will to form a barrier!
"Whoosh!"
Iron Will, a shield formed from his thoughts …
Mofan had used the same ability to block a Super Rank technique before, but Rupturing Sword Tyrfeng was as sharp as mud. The Iron Will was like air to it. It slashed at Mofan's arm without any hindrance.
The tip of the sword went from Mo Fan's shoulder to his wrist, leaving a long, red wound on his arm.
Blood poured out. If the wound had been any deeper, his arm would have split open like a piece of firewood!
Mofan took a deep breath. His arm was covered in blood. It was burning.
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