Chapter 11: Where the People’s Heart Lies_1
Leveling up felt truly marvelous—a comforting sensation that spread from the inside out, permeating his entire being.
At the same time, Yan Xing felt changes in his own body. His bones cracked, and his already tall frame grew even sturdier. His muscles bulged, brimming with power.
I feel like I could knock down a cow with a single punch now. Truly befitting a human Knight—we certainly rely on physical strength to make a living.
Hahahaha...
"My Lord! This is the God-given Weapon bestowed upon you..." Eddie approached Yan Xing, presenting a flail with both hands.
The flail’s handle was about a foot long, engraved with patterns for an easy grip. One end of the handle was carved with a wolf’s head, while the other was attached to a foot-long chain with a silver, caltrop-style spiked iron ball at its end.
Yan Xing took the flail, and its attributes appeared before his eyes.
Werewolf Flail: God-given Weapon
Damage +10
Strength +1
Intelligence +1