Lin Mo spread his hands, his expression innocent.
"Teacher Kael, you really did remember it wrong."
"What it said back then was 'over a thousand meters.'"
Kael: "..."
He opened his mouth, his face turning from red to white, then from white to ashen.
"You..."
After struggling for a long while, Kael finally squeezed out a few words:
"You're dishonest!"
"You can't put it that way." Lin Mo's expression remained untroubled,
"It's just like when you cast magic. The more magic power you put in, the more powerful it naturally becomes."
"Our nuclear weapons work the same way. Their 'yield' can be adjusted."
"Yield?"
Kael frowned.
He had never heard that word before.
Beside him, Thorin and Elder Muyu looked equally bewildered.
"It's... a unit that determines how powerful it is, like the magic power put into a spell."
That analogy was something he could understand.
"The one just now had a yield of roughly two hundred thousand tons," Lin Mo continued.
"So it's perfectly normal for it to be a little more powerful."
He paused, then added:
"Of course, we have ones with higher yields, too."
Kael: "???"
Thorin: "!!!"
Elder Muyu: "..."
The air froze.
Although they had absolutely no idea what that unit actually represented.
They understood the words "higher yields."
That world-shattering strike just now...
Wasn't even the strongest?
Thorin's hand trembled, spilling some of his potion.
He swallowed, his voice hoarse:
"Then... how big is the biggest one?"
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and said:
"Take a guess."
They were all speechless. Knowing Lin Mo didn't want to say and that further questions would be useless, they stopped pressing him.
Kael slowly closed his eyes.
His fingers rubbed over his Staff,
"Holy Son."
Kael's voice was very quiet,
"Now... I finally understand."
"Understand what?" Lin