Many people couldn't understand, even the seasoned interviewers were somewhat baffled.
Controlling water with one hand, many could do this, it wasn't surprising.
"What exactly is he trying to do?"
"Hasn't he shaken it long enough?"
"I feel like he might not even be able to break the wooden stake."
"Is he just putting on airs?"
...
From afar, Xu Ziping seemed to understand a bit, yet seemed not to understand, and couldn't help but be curious about what Lin Yifan was brewing.
Lin Yifan's intention was quite clear, it was the Mystic Iron.
The next moment, he transformed the water mass in his hand into a razor-sharp broadsword and fiercely chopped toward the untouched pitch-black Mystic Iron.
The crowd's pupils widened; they never expected Lin Yifan's target to be the Mystic Iron.
Even if it's not using the principle of yielding to overcome the rigid, being able to break Mystic Iron would already be above everyone else.
