Chapter: 272
The weapon came out without a sound.
Pyo-wol repeated the act of inserting and removing the dagger� several times.
Tang Sochu couldn�t hide his surprised expression at the speed of Pyo-wol�s actions. It was because his eyes could not even grasp Pyo-wol�s hand movements. It was as if the weapon was moving on its own.
�My eyes weren�t wrong. He�s the owner of my weapons.��
He did not know Pyo-wol�s name or identity. But he was convinced that he was the owner of the things he had made.
�Oh, come to think of it, I don�t even know your name.�
�Pyo-wol. That�s my name.�
�I�ll remember it.�
�Whenever you hear this name, know that I�m using these Phantom Daggers.�1
�Phantom Daggers?�
�If such a good weapon doesn�t have a name, it would be a waste.�
�Phantom Daggers� Good!�
Tang Sochu smiled for the first time. It was a name that suited the object he had worked hard to create.
�Then take good care of yourself.�
�My name is Tang Sochu. If ever the Phantom Daggers would break down, come to me anytime. I�ll fix it for you.�
�I will.�
Pyo-wol tucked the Phantom Daggers into his belt and went outside.
Sochu, who was left alone, muttered as he watched Pyo-wol disappear through the door.
�Pyo-wol! I�m praying that your name will spread throughout Sichuan Province!�
The more the name Pyo-wol is heard, the more likely the Emei and Qingcheng sect will decline.
He did not really believe that a single person could really do anything to the two major powers of Sichuan, the Qingcheng and the Emei sect.�
He�s just looking forward to it.
In order to relieve his resentment a little by inflicting a certain amount of damage.
Pyo-wol really liked the phantom dagger.
It was nice to have the weapon completely hidden inside his belt. Furthermore, from the beginning, it seemed like that the phantom dagger fits well around his hand.
A small phantom dagger was spinning on the palm of Pyo-wol. Just by moving the muscles in the palm of his hand, he can control the phantom dagger at will.
One of the most important things to the assassin was the sensation of his bare hands.
Pyo-wol�s hand sense was very delicate. So he was able to freely use any of his muscles as long as he set his mind on it.
As time passed, he became more proficient in using the throwing knife, and by the time the sun went down, the weapon could twirl freely on Pyo-wol�s hand like a living creature.
As he spent time playing with the throwing knife like a toy, Pyo-wol suddenly thought of how to connect it with his Soul-Reaping Thread. JrNovels.com
Pyo-wol repeated the act of inserting and removing the dagger� several times.
Tang Sochu couldn�t hide his surprised expression at the speed of Pyo-wol�s actions. It was because his eyes could not even grasp Pyo-wol�s hand movements. It was as if the weapon was moving on its own.
�My eyes weren�t wrong. He�s the owner of my weapons.��
He did not know Pyo-wol�s name or identity. But he was convinced that he was the owner of the things he had made.
�Oh, come to think of it, I don�t even know your name.�
�Pyo-wol. That�s my name.�
�I�ll remember it.�
�Whenever you hear this name, know that I�m using these Phantom Daggers.�1
�Phantom Daggers?�
�If such a good weapon doesn�t have a name, it would be a waste.�
�Phantom Daggers� Good!�
Tang Sochu smiled for the first time. It was a name that suited the object he had worked hard to create.
�Then take good care of yourself.�
�My name is Tang Sochu. If ever the Phantom Daggers would break down, come to me anytime. I�ll fix it for you.�
�I will.�
Pyo-wol tucked the Phantom Daggers into his belt and went outside.
Sochu, who was left alone, muttered as he watched Pyo-wol disappear through the door.
�Pyo-wol! I�m praying that your name will spread throughout Sichuan Province!�
The more the name Pyo-wol is heard, the more likely the Emei and Qingcheng sect will decline.
He did not really believe that a single person could really do anything to the two major powers of Sichuan, the Qingcheng and the Emei sect.�
He�s just looking forward to it.
In order to relieve his resentment a little by inflicting a certain amount of damage.
Pyo-wol really liked the phantom dagger.
It was nice to have the weapon completely hidden inside his belt. Furthermore, from the beginning, it seemed like that the phantom dagger fits well around his hand.
A small phantom dagger was spinning on the palm of Pyo-wol. Just by moving the muscles in the palm of his hand, he can control the phantom dagger at will.
One of the most important things to the assassin was the sensation of his bare hands.
Pyo-wol�s hand sense was very delicate. So he was able to freely use any of his muscles as long as he set his mind on it.
As time passed, he became more proficient in using the throwing knife, and by the time the sun went down, the weapon could twirl freely on Pyo-wol�s hand like a living creature.
As he spent time playing with the throwing knife like a toy, Pyo-wol suddenly thought of how to connect it with his Soul-Reaping Thread. JrNovels.com
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