Right after, he picked up the sword, paused for a moment, aimed at the candle, then executed a horizontal slash, with the sword tip passing less than one or two millimeters from the candle in a flash.
The sword's speed wasn't fast, hardly causing any air shockwaves.
Yet the candle was already split in half, cut into two pieces.
He picked up the burning top half of the candle, discovering the cut surface was smooth and flat as a mirror, as if it had been cut by an extremely fine laser.
Chen Shouyi felt deeply intrigued, then proceeded to experiment with paper, chopsticks, and a metal spoon.
The first two items could be cut through, but the latter couldn't.
After a slash, only a faint mark was left on the surface, unable to continue, and after repeated trials, he felt his mental power was consumed greatly, with his scalp faintly swelling, finding it hard to concentrate.
Chen Shouyi rubbed his forehead and helplessly stopped, pondering:
