After the blade grew longer, its weight changed too. The Flawless Sword felt noticeably heavier.
He left it on the scale for a few seconds, and the display read one kilogram. At that point, the Flawless Sword was fifty centimeters long overall.
After more calls of "Grow, grow, grow," the sword reached seventy-five centimeters, and its weight increased to one and a half kilograms.
When it grew further, the one-meter sword weighed two kilograms.
Another increase brought it to one and a quarter meters and two and a half kilograms.
Since the testing room was spacious, Ke Meng kept telling the Flawless Sword to grow, and it kept getting longer.
Once it exceeded ten meters, its weight had risen to twenty kilograms.
The ten-meter blade was heavy, but the Flawless Sword still had not reached its limit.
Ke Meng suspected it could reach forty meters, so he immediately moved to a basement testing room and continued calling, "Grow, grow, grow."
Twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters!
The perfect sword developed a curved profile, taking on the shape of a saber. When he tried to lengthen it again, it stopped growing, its weight holding steady at eighty kilograms.
An ordinary person would have struggled to lift the eighty-kilogram blade, let alone manage its center of gravity.
Ke Meng patted his scarf and put the Mighty Gloves on his right hand. With a gentle lift, he finally picked up the eighty-kilogram, forty-meter blade.
Holding a forty-meter blade looked decidedly strange, yet everyone still thought it was utterly perfect. Its sweeping length and gleaming silver body lent Ke Meng a flawless appearance too, as though a god of war had descended to earth.
Yes, he no longer looked like an immortal. Now he resembled an invincible god of war, the sort who would