Five days passed in a flash.
The Thermal Knife was not particularly technically demanding, so work progressed quickly. It was fully assembled in just five days, and even that was largely because they had been waiting for Star Sea Industrial to deliver the cast blade.
"Xia Xu, come on, let's get lunch."
"What have you been busy with? You've been holed up in here for days."
As luck would have it, Xia Xu had only just finished assembling the Thermal Knife at noon that day when Zhang Meng, Lü Dong, Zhou Ji, and Walker came through the door, laughing and joking.
"Busy making this."
Xia Xu casually tossed aside the screwdriver he had just used to tighten the last screw and held up a short, silvery-white metal rod roughly seventy centimeters long in his other hand.
The upper half of the silvery-white metal rod was cylindrical, with simple grooves that gave it a distinctly high-tech look.
The lower half was shaped like a flat blade, but it looked broken off. It was only about thirty centimeters long, a little shorter than the cylindrical grip above it.
"That's a pretty interesting stick. The patterns look cool."
"What stick? That's clearly a knife, okay? Wait, Xia Xu, why's it broken? You've been burying yourself in here for days just to make a broken knife?"
Zhang Meng and Lü Dong teased him, laughing.
"It's a Retractable Knife."
Xia Xu rolled his eyes, speechless.
As he spoke, he pressed a tiny button on the hilt with his thumb, then gave it a hard flick.
Without a single catch or click, smoother than Dove chocolate, three more blade sections of equal length silently slid out of the front, forming an extra-long Miao Dao with a 1.2-meter blade and a forty-centimeter grip.
On closer inspection, the