Jiu Ming had always used this weapon at maximum output, swinging it with all his strength. Maybe the size difference was simply too huge—if he did not do that, it felt as though he could not bring out the weapon's proper might. Look! Just look!
How ferocious would an ant look, wielding a watermelon knife to hack at someone!?
Precisely because the difference in size was so great, even Panel-kun said that every swing Jiu Ming made was overloading the weapon and causing excessive damage. Yet he still felt that this was exactly how it ought to be wielded. What technique was there to speak of when using such a ridiculously oversized weapon? Of course, he had to put all his strength into it!
Over at Chentang Pass, Li Jing had been staring uncertainly toward the distant coast. From atop the city walls, he could vaguely make out the dragon's body amid the storm clouds. The disturbances erupting there from time to time left him deeply uneasy. What exactly had that old Dragon King gone mad over?
Could it be that he had eaten his fill and had nothing better to do than come out to stretch his limbs?
The rain was coming down hard enough already.
Li Jing, whose forehead ached from being struck by huge raindrops, raised a hand over his head and stared into the distance hesitantly.
"...I can't play anymore." Listening to the loud patter of rain outside, Nezha looked out again and again through the room's sole tiny window. In the end, she snapped her computer shut, stuffed it into the straw pile, and kicked hard at the door, which had been locked from the outside.
An ordinary wooden door naturally could not withstand that kick. The instant it was struck, it shattered into pieces,