Zhao Si went up the mountain empty-handed and came down with the Horse-Cutting Sword on his back.
Standing upright on the ground, the Horse-Cutting Sword was as tall as an adult from the Land of Reeds.
An ordinary person could barely even lift the sword in their arms.
Its weight alone was enough to put people off.
At the time, Malenia had asked him, "Won't such a heavy sword affect your performance?"
Zhao Si told Malenia, "I'm not some God who's only there to make up the numbers and can't even lift a weapon weighing a hundred and eight thousand jin."
His meaning was clear: only a heavy sword could bring out Zhao Si's full strength.
When he used his Flowing Sword, it was a tsunami.
Naturally, it needed a weight to match. Holding a little dagger hardly looked like a tsunami.
Shinmen Harunobu's Dual Blades would still take some time.
Zhao Si paid the master in advance.
Shinmen Harunobu looked at the Horse-Cutting Sword, which stood as tall as he did, his eyes shining as he swallowed.
He was positively envious.
"You can use a sword like this?" Shinmen Harunobu was astonished, so excited he could barely contain himself.
"Of course. Just finding the materials to make a sword like this took a lot of effort." Zhao Si was pleased with himself. "Most ordinary materials couldn't support a blade like this."
That was not entirely true.
It was not impossible to make it out of ordinary iron.
Making a big slab of a blade was no great problem.
But making it was one thing; whether it worked well was another.
His strength was enough to shatter an ordinary sword just by swinging it through the air.
There was no point in making a piece of decorative craftsmanship himself.
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