Nian Shutong's first strike with the shovel was just to test her strength, which is to say, she didn't dare use too much force—who made these mining grounds have a limited range, after all.
If she struck too hard, wouldn't she have to pay for damages?
So, when she made her second strike, the force was perfectly coordinated, creating a fissure exactly ten meters across at the horizontal section—not one bit more, not one bit less.
The vertical section was even longer; it definitely spanned dozens of meters.
In everyone's eyes, a perfect crevice slowly formed on the black mining surface, creating a perfect cross-shaped fissure.
"How did she do that?"
"Damn, we've all been hoodwinked!"
"Can a single strike have that much force?"
"This—fuck me—isn't some young miss out for a jaunt from the family, she's like an ancestor out for a lark!"
"Holy shit! The betting is already over."
"Fine, so she mines a bit faster, but who knows what she can actually get out of it!"
"Right."
