"Let me try." Qin Ziwu took it excitedly.
A heavy weight settled into his palm.
Anyone who has lifted a nine-pound dumbbell knows that lifting it with one hand isn't hard, and doing it a dozen times in a row isn't very difficult either.
But if you tried to wield it as a weapon, swinging it quickly and repeatedly with one hand, you would feel a heavy, sluggish drag.
Qin Ziwu gripped the hilt with both hands and chopped forward, the blade cutting through the air with a powerful WHOOSH.
"I can use it with two hands, but it's still pretty difficult with one," Qin Ziwu said in amazement. 'Just how strong is Du Yu, to be able to swing a heavy single-handed blade like it's a toy?'
Du Yu instructed, "Technique is crucial when using a blade. You can't just swing with brute force. You have to learn to borrow momentum, to unify your waist and body—it's not just about your wrist..."
Following Du Yu's guidance, Qin Ziwu felt the blade become much lighter when he swung it again.
