Sycaria let out a snort as she made up her mind to kill Wyatt. She recognized the fact that he had challenged her to a fight despite their difference in power and that he possessed terrifying potential.
If she allowed him to level up any further, she might actually end up being killed!
Sycaria raised her delicate hand and a three-foot-long duster appeared in her palm. The duster was created with unknown materials. It had a completely black handle and exuded an unimaginable amount of power.
A faint sound of chanting could be heard coming from the duster, seemingly capable of pulling the listener's soul into it.
The duster's bristles were golden in color, seemingly made from the fur of some mysterious beast.
She swung the duster wildly and each strand of the bristle turned stiff as steel. Anyone struck by the duster would have their bones and organs instantly shattered and die on the spot.
Sycaria flicked the duster forward and the bristles expanded rapidly like thousands of gold