Fifteen centimeters in length already possessed considerable combat power.
This power was invisible and colorless, entirely a force of the mind. It was almost impossible to detect on a physical level; even when it sliced through the air, it made not the slightest sound.
The stronger the enemy, the more confident one became in battle. Dodging and shifting often came down to the narrowest of margins, sometimes differing by no more than a hair's breadth. This not only reduced the expenditure of stamina but also made it easier to seize an opportunity and counterattack in time.
When someone thought your sword was only 1.1 meters long, but it was actually 1.25 meters, what effect would that have?
If he seized the opportunity, a single slash could even cut open the enemy's internal organs.
And even if the opponent had exceptionally sharp instincts and did not fall for it, having it attached to the sword would still make them wary.
Of course, fifteen centimeters was still a little too short!
What if it were fifteen meters?
No, what if it were 150 meters?
Then he would even dare to go slay a god!
Just imagining that battlefield made his heart soar.
Chen Shouyi experimented for a while, cutting the poor chair beyond recognition until it became a pile of wooden strips. Only then did he finally stop tormenting it.
He gathered the wooden strips into a pile with his telekinesis and set them down in a corner, then silently walked into the bathroom and took a shower.
After changing clothes, he walked out of the bathroom and discovered that Shell Girl had already woken up.
These past few days, Chen Shouyi had been utterly absorbed in his affairs and had never taken the initiative to wake her. She had remained dormant