Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343 The Story of the Saber

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She stepped forward and asked with apparent doubt, “I bought this, and now, I’m using it early. That’s not a problem, right?”

Phil stopped in his tracks and retreated instead. “Of course, there’s no problem. Please, go ahead!”

The hearts of the other people in the auction hall skipped a beat.

They said it was a gemstone.

Why did it feel like, in the hands of the little girl on the stage, it was not something as simple as a gemstone?

Blake stared intently at the stage. Sylvara had told her to buy this kind of gemstone because it would be useful. When she bought it herself, it was a whetstone.

Judging from what she was doing now, was she planning to sharpen the saber in public?

Agares’ pitch-black eyes were fixed on the person on the auction stage.

“You all think it’s rusted and can’t cut people anymore, right?” Sylvara held the hilt with her right hand and stroked the rust-covered blade with her left. “Didn’t I already say it? It belonged to a War Goddess of ancient Earth.

“That War Goddess’s mount had a mental energy barrier, and even the clothes she wore can be preserved to this day. Then why do you think the blade she used to kill zombies would become a useless blade?”

After she said that, the tip of the saber pressed into a zombie core. Her left hand pressed down on the blade, her right hand braced the hilt, and she pushed forward. The rusted spine of the saber scraped against the zombie core, sparks flying everywhere.

Along with it, a wave of murderous, bloody aura crossed three thousand years. With the scattering sparks, it spread fiercely and forcefully from the center of the auction hall, forming a powerful, oppressive deterrence that enveloped the entire venue.

The overwhelming deterrence and bloodlust made those with low mental energy levels unable to resist the urge to submit.

Agares’ hands clasped together tightened, his back straight as a pine tree as he sat in his seat, like the most unshakable boulder in the darkness.

Phil stumbled backward several steps, only stopping when his back struck the corner of the stage. His mental energy and physical ability were not weak in the auction hall, yet he still could not withstand the might released by that single sharpening of the saber.

Could it be that they had misjudged and miscalculated that blade, and that its value far exceeded 700 million, perhaps even much more?

Sylvara sharpened it once, then pulled back on the hilt with her right hand. The blade returned, and the five Level-5 zombie cores she had embedded into the tabletop instantly vanished without a trace.

Sylvara casually embedded another twenty zombie cores into the table: five Level-6 zombie cores, five Level-7 zombie cores, and ten Level-8 zombie cores.

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Chapter 343 The Story of the Saber

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Once again, she pressed the tip of the saber against the Level-6 zombie cores. With a sharp scrape, the blade ground across them. The sparks were even greater. With another pull back, the five Level-6 zombie cores were gone, without even dust remaining.

Next came the Level-7 zombie cores. The blade scraped back and forth four times, and the Level-7 zombie cores disappeared amid the sparks.

Then came the ten Level-8 zombie cores. The blade scraped back and forth six times. The sparks faded, the rust on the blade was ground away, and mysterious dark patterns surged forth.

The saber gleamed with a cold light, murderous aura surging, as if it had been soaked in a sea of corpses and blood.

The enormous auction hall was enveloped in this cold, murderous pressure. Those with low mental energy levels would have collapsed to their knees if not for their seats.

Sylvara held the hilt with one hand and flicked the saber into a flourish. The blade aura was sharp, enveloping the stage, as she slowly said, “The saber originated from the ring-pommel blade of the Praforia dynasty, but it had already diverged. The blade was narrow and straight, incomparably sharp, with a long hilt for two-handed use. Its momentum was swift, and in an instant, it could behead generals and tear down

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