King's Awakening-Chapter 643 - : Whose is the junk?

Chapter 643: Chapter 643: Whose is the junk?

A piece of junk?

White Mitchell faced the ridicule with a placid expression.

The item in his hand was not a piece of junk, but a Holy Artifact.

Even though the Artifact Spirit of this Holy Artifact was damaged, the materials used to refine a Holy Artifact were no ordinary materials.

Without exaggeration, this dagger in his hand could easily take on the Spiritual Artifacts of Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian, just as one would slice through melons and chop vegetables. There was no difference.

But, White Mitchell did not verbally express this. Instead, he prepared to surprise these two.

Meanwhile, the offensive stance of Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian was imminent.

This time, they have learned their lesson and were no longer attacking towards the prayer mat’s location; instead, they were aiming at White Mitchell’s limbs and head.

What they held in their hands were Spiritual Artifacts.

Once pierced by them, even if White Mitchell did not die, he would be left crippled.

With regard to the dagger in White Mitchell’s hand, both paid little attention to it after just one glance.

This kind of rubbish couldn’t compare to the Spiritual Artifacts they held in their hands!

Swish!

Mr. Leon’s dagger was the first to appear in front of White Mitchell, aiming straight at his throat at an extremely sinister angle.

With one move, he was out for the kill!

Clearly, Mr. Leon had no intention of sparing White Mitchell’s life.

On the other side, Mr. Ian, wielding the Cold Sword, stabbed straight down towards White Mitchell’s legs in a ‘sunset’ manner.

Once this sword fell, a bloody hole would definitely appear on White Mitchell’s thigh. It was very possible that this move would sever his thigh.

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The attack of these two was nothing short of ferocious and ruthless!

However, White Mitchell remained impeccably calm. It was as though he had not even noticed their offensive stance.

It wasn’t until their attack was about to strike that White Mitchell stomped fiercely.

The next moment, White Mitchell was in mid-air.

Clink!

The sound of metal clashing violently reverberated.

Then, the fragments of a dagger were directly thrown off.

What…?

Mr. Leon let out a loud yell, his voice filled with disbelief, as if he saw something he simply couldn’t believe.

“Fuck! My Spiritual Artifact!” Mr. Leon looked with a pained expression at the dagger handle remaining in his hand.

This was a treasure!

He’d spent nearly a hundred mid-grade Blood Stones to get this Spiritual Artifact.

He didn’t expect that it would be destroyed by this rubbish in White Mitchell’s hand!

What on earth happened?

At this point, Mr. Ian, who failed to achieve his aim, couldn’t help but laugh: “Leon, didn’t you say your Spiritual Artifact was amazing? Were you swindled?”

“If you wanted a junk item, why didn’t you say so earlier? We could have gifted you one in Desert City!”

“Now, look at yourself. What a disgrace.”

“Shut up! Just shut up! There’s something strange about this guy’s dagger. Don’t underestimate it!” Mr. Leon responded in anger before quickly reminding him.

Mr. Ian laughed in response, “It’s just a piece of junk, right? How powerful could it possibly be? Watch as my Starlight Sword takes him down!”

With that, Mr. Ian lifted the Cold Sword in his hand and stabbed again at White Mitchell.