"Ding!"
The bull-slaying blade struck the wooden board right in front of Evan's crotch, pinning part of his trousers and magician robes to the seat. The hilt of the blade was quivering gently, and the cold lightly glimmering from its sharp edge made all of the men present unconsciously close their legs.
Evan's face was deathly pale, and it was as if an arctic breeze were blowing past his crotch. In that instant, he felt as if he were going to have to bid farewell to his manhood. The sharp edge of the blade was less than an inch away from his crown jewels, making his heart skip a beat.
It was only an ordinary-looking blade, but it somehow seemed to be indescribably sharp. Evan looked at the quivering hilt and felt as if his heart were quivering along with it. He immediately sprang back to try and get away from that terrifying blade.
"Rip!"