There was a sword that was broken, but it wasn't the one that everyone thought would break.
The crowd was filled with dwarves and they could see the difference between the two swords, so they knew that it was very likely that the glass sword would be shattered.
But when they actually clashed with each other…it was the mithril sword that was snapped in half.
When Drogath swung his mithril sword on the glass sword, there was no resistance at all from the mithril sword as it suddenly snapped in half.
The part that snapped off rebounded back at Drogath and if he hadn't reacted in time, he might have been stabbed in the face by it.
But he was able to dodge out of the way at the last second, leaving a cut on his cheek as the top half of the sword flew past and stabbed itself into the ground behind him. It fully stabbed into the hard stone floor, cutting into it like it was nothing.
This showed just how sharp this mithril sword was even though it had snapped.
Even then, this mithril sword hadn't been able to do a single thing to this glass sword.
In fact, it didn't even leave a single dent on this glass sword.
There was only silence that filled the stadium when everyone saw this.
Looks of shock appeared on the faces of everyone in the stadium.
Only I was standing there with a bitter smile on my face while shaking my head.
I had already expected this, but I never thought that it would be this dramatic.
The silence hung in the air for a long time before Drogath broke it by saying, "What is this?!"
As soon as he broke the silence, the crowd also filled with gasps and exclamations of shock.
It was as if they were trying to figure out just how this had happened.
"Is this a trick? Could it be that this glass sword is made of something very dense that it would only be very strong. Something like that must be too heavy to use."
"Still, what kind of material would be that strong? Even if it can't be used with weapons, we can use it in other things."
"Right, right, this can be used to make castles and we would have the strongest defenses."
Whispers like this quickly filled the crowd, but one had to admit that this was a valid theory.
It was this theory that Drogath latched onto.
If this sword was just too heavy to carry and wield, then it would fail as a weapon. So even if his sword had been cracked in half by it, he couldn't be considered the winner of this forging duel since it was a failed sword.
But it seemed like everyone had forgotten something.
How had Zwein carried it to the table if it was too heavy to begin with.
It was clear that Zwein wasn't the most muscular person, so if it really was that heavy…he shouldn't have been able to carry this glass sword over.
So how had he done it?
They were just latching onto this theory instead of actually trying to figure it out just for their own common sense.
They didn't want to believe that there was something that was this amazing in this world.
But it was too bad for them that I was here to shatter those thoughts.
So I picked up the glass sword that was on the table with one hand before Drogath could even say a thing.
When they saw how easily I picked it up, everyone couldn't help revealing looks of shock.
After all, this completely destroyed the theory that they had.
While they were all staring at me in shock, I just casually lifted the sword in front of me and pointed it at…Drogath.
With a smile, I said, "I think now it's my turn."
When they heard this, Drogath and the crowd all revealed bitter smiles.
What turn?
You've already destroyed the mithril swords, what else was there left for you to destroy?
But I didn't stop as I suddenly swung the sword down.
The Dwarven King reached his hand out to stop me as he said, "Wait, don't!"
But it was already too late.
He had seen that when I lifted the glass sword up, there were lights that light up on the blade of the sword. Those were the lights that came from the runes receiving mana and powering up.
He knew that this was definitely not a slash that Drogath or the mithril sword could take.
However, I had already swung the sword down at him.
When the sword came down, it cut through the air with a loud sound.
It was almost as if this sword was cutting the air itself.
Then the sword cut right down through the mithril sword that was in Drogath's hand.
When he felt this slash coming at him, Drogath had frozen in place.
He had felt the pressure that came from this sword falling down on him and he couldn't move at all.
In his heart, it was as if he moved a single inch, he would be cut down in place.
So he didn't dare move.
The glass sword went right through the mithril sword without any resistance and then went straight down to the ground.
It didn't stop when it reached the ground and just went right into the stone floor.
If I didn't stop it, it might have cut even deeper than that.
However, the influence that this slash had wasn't just that.
There was a burst of dust that came up after I finished the slash that hid us from the crowd.
When the dust settled, they all revealed shocked looks at what they saw.
It wasn't because of the mithril sword handle that had been cut in half that they were shocked…
Rather, they were shocked to see the large gash that had appeared on the ground right next to Drogath.
This was a gash that they couldn't see the bottom of.
This was a gash that seemed like it went all the way down to the abyss.
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