Han Sen's fist blazed with the power of Phoenix Flame. With his seventh gene lock open, he punched the vase.
He felt as if he had almost broken his knuckles. When the fire dissipated, the vase stood still as if it was untouched.
The punch was the strongest he could give, barring any buffs. But with the vase standing still, not having moved even an inch, Han Sen knew he'd need a lot more strength. He frowned in contemplation.
Han Sen unsheathed Taia and used it to strike the glass. Even that proved useless, as all that was drawn upon the crystal was a white mark similar to if you had just scratched your arm.
Han Sen was surprised, to say the least. The weight and hardness of the vase far exceeded his unluckiest estimations. This was not at all what he was expecting.
All he could think of now was of how much of a shame it was that Phoenix Sword could not be used outside the sanctuaries. It might've proved more useful.
