Final Victory

Lucas's face turned gloomy. The sex of the assassin in front of him didn't matter to him at all. What mattered was that she had been holding the Bladeless Sword!

The 23-kilogram Bladeless Sword was the weapon used by a martyr of the Falcon Regiment who had died in glory.

But the Bladeless Sword actually suddenly appeared here, and based on the reaction of the masked figure just now, Lucas reckoned that it probably mattered to her a lot.

"Hah, I didn't expect that the weapon left behind by a martyr of the esteemed Falcon Regiment would fall into the hands of a lackey like you who works for a scumbag! You're not fit to hold this sword!" Lucas's tone was cold as he kicked the sword up and held it tightly in his hand.

"Give me back the sword!" the masked figure in black yelled and leaped at Lucas.

But even wielding a weapon, she was no match for Lucas. Now that she had lost her weapon, it was all the more impossible for her to defeat him.