Practice More If You're Bad
With an impassioned shout, Ji Jue solemnly brought down his outstretched hands.
A vague sound came from the air.
Like a muffled fart.
The Twisted Longsword showed no reaction at all. It merely gave a token tremble and let out a faint, strange noise.
You used Disintegration Art.
Disintegration Art failed.
The target item tanked your Disintegration Art and mocked you.
The attack he had built up for so long not only had no effect, but the clash of spirit essence also brought the familiar stinging pain and numbness to his fingers.
However, Ji Jue was not discouraged by a momentary failure, because... he was already used to failing!
For three full days, he had been using Disintegration Art on this thing, and he had barely succeeded at all.
But that did not stop him from stubbornly pressing on.
It was just repetitive practice. It was nowhere near as troublesome as tightening screws at the factory.
Taking a deep breath, Ji Jue focused himself and adjusted his state once more. He pressed both hands toward the Twisted Longsword and shouted to spur himself on, "Practice more if you're bad!"
Buzz!
The longsword trembled slightly and gave off a faint glow. This was the glimmer caused by Disintegration Art finally taking effect on its internal Spirit Essence Circuit. Unfortunately, the sword remained unchanged, with no reaction whatsoever.
The faint light illuminated Ji Jue's eyes, lifting his spirits somewhat.
Amid his endless practice, there were always a few occasions when, as if by coincidence or a stroke of great fortune, Disintegration Art worked in Ji Jue's hands. The effect was there, only far too weak to be seen with the naked eye.
But even the clumsiest success was still a success, like the accumulation of experience points.