Then he picked up the sword again, gathered himself, aimed at the candle, and made a level cut. The tip of the sword flashed past barely one or two millimeters from the candle.
The sword wasn't moving fast enough to create any kind of air shockwave.
But the candle had already been split cleanly in two.
He picked up the still-burning top half and found that the cut was smooth as a mirror, as if it had been sliced by an incredibly fine laser.
Chen Shouyi was fascinated. Next, he found some paper, chopsticks, and a metal spoon and tested them one by one.
He found that he could cut through the first two, but not the last.
After one slash, it left only a faint mark on the surface, and he couldn't cut any deeper. After repeating the test a few times, he felt his mind growing badly depleted. His scalp even began to throb faintly, and it became difficult to concentrate.
Chen Shouyi rubbed his brow and reluctantly stopped, pondering:
"This power is clearly some kind of mental force. I wonder if it's willpower or perception, or perhaps both."
His willpower was already at 12 points, and his perception had increased by 0.1 that day, reaching 11.2.
Chen Shouyi thought about it for a while but couldn't make sense of it, so he had no choice but to let it go.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going out for a walk. I'll be back tonight." Early the next morning, Chen Shouyi finished breakfast, stood up, and said.
"Be careful, and don't get into trouble." Mother Chen knew what he was going to do and didn't stop him. She simply reminded him out of concern.
"Got it!"
"Mom, I want to go too!" Chen Xingyue spoke up.
"What would you go