Exerting all his strength, and wielding two blades that had been tempered a thousand times, even if they were stabbed into a concrete wall and stirred, they would shatter the wall. But! Bang, bang, the blades actually shattered into countless pieces.
They flashed with dazzling light in mid-air and clanged to the ground.
Johnson bared his teeth in a grin, loosened his palm, as the blades cut several bloody gashes into his hand, blood freely flowing.
Yet, he didn't care at all.
Raising his palm, he licked the blood and nodded, "Not bad, somewhat impressive. The blades can't harm me, though their quality is very good; the main thing is the energy you've channeled into them."
"Your inner strength is quite remarkable!"
He revealed a sinister smile, "But it's still far from comparing to mine."
