Chen Shouyi withdrew his palm and brushed away the debris on the table, finding it only four or five millimeters deep:
"The power is a bit weak!"
If an ordinary person were to face such a blow, they would likely be left with skin ripped open and flesh mangled. But the enemies he faced were either legends or demigods, making such an attack not even worth a scratch.
Far less effective than a casual punch of his.
However, Chen Shouyi could feel that this was far from the power limit of such a technique.
On one hand, the vibration frequency of the energy wasn't high enough; on the other, its application was still rather crude, even far inferior to that of the legends from the Pantheon.
With a concentration of his will, all the debris gathered into a thin stream of "smoke" and automatically flew into the trash can:
