The crowd gradually dispersed, and the restaurant regained its previous calm as if the "duel" with the axe as a wager was just a daily interlude.
Jeming looked down, carefully weighing the "War Axe" in his hand.
The heft was substantial, the axe blade sharp and glinting coldly, the wooden handle polished to be smooth and handy.
From any angle, this was a well-crafted cold weapon axe made with solid materials.
In his past life, it might have been considered a craft collectible or a quality outdoor tool.
But that's all it was.
He repeatedly touched the blade with his fingertips, sensed the material condition of the axe, and even secretly scratched a discreet spot with his fingernail.
Even with his Extraordinary Power sealed, Jeming could quickly determine with his Alchemy Master's level of skill that there was no energy reaction on this axe, no hidden Runes, no special structure.
It was just a purely, physically good axe.
