Did Thor's Hammer, this Silver Secret Treasure, possess some unknown and powerful attribute of its own?
No!
Were the Holy Light Empire's seven Knights all impostors?
No!
Was the Holy Light Empire's two-hundred-thousand-ton flagship made of papier-mâché?
No!
Was it luck and coincidence?
Of course not!
Behind every seemingly complex, miraculous, or inconceivable event or question, one had to return to simplicity.
Many times, simplicity was timelessness, simplicity was truth, simplicity was the ultimate destination of the question.
After sitting atop the mountain, listening to the cries of seabirds around him and pondering for half an hour, Zhang Tie opened his closed eyes. There was no longer the slightest confusion in those reopened eyes. Instead, they shone with a strange divine light, and behind that light stood the gate to another world Zhang Tie had pushed open.
After eliminating every impossible cause, Zhang Tie had found the answer to the question that had troubled him.
There was only one reason why his use of Thor's Hammer had produced that terrifying strike: his speed at the time, and Thor's Hammer's weight.
It was not a complicated question. Zhang Tie had simply never imagined that the answer he sought would be so simple—so simple that more than a decade ago, when he had attended Seventh Boys' Middle School in Black Flame City, his mechanical engineering teacher had already taught it to him.
The answer was a simple formula that even a middle-school student knew—one-half of an object's mass multiplied by the square of its velocity equaled the kinetic energy possessed by that object!
Kinetic energy! Yes, kinetic energy! The unit of kinetic energy was the joule! This was simple physical knowledge that had circulated throughout human society long before the Great Cataclysm.
Thank heaven, after the Great Cataclysm, many things in