Every sword blade had the exact same shape, with currents flashing along the blades.
A roaring sound ensued.
Tens of sword blades, like a rain of swords, rapidly cut towards a human-shaped punching bag in the corner, sending iron filings flying. The blades attacked with bursts of lightning, instantly destroying the tough punching bag.
All the flying swords returned, hovering in front of Ji Xinghuo, melding into a gigantic spear weighing over two hundred kilograms.
He grasped the spear, electricity shimmering.
"With this electromagnetic spear shot, I wonder how many legendary mutants could catch it?" Ji Xinghuo was eager to try, but ultimately resisted the urge to throw it.
He continued to study a little more.
