What Wang Daqiang mentioned is actually quite easy to understand.
That bearded guy must have compressed everything around the blade, even ignoring the properties of other materials.
For example, wood.
However, Yang Fan had already walked that yellow dirt road, and the Wooden Sword in his hand was so tough that even cutting machines couldn't damage it. Considering the properties of materials in this context seemed somewhat redundant.
What he was more concerned about now was that fleeting moment of inspiration that had just flashed through his mind.
What exactly was it?
He clearly had recalled it just now, but when he tried to think back at this moment, he came up empty.
This made Yang Fan, who hadn't made any progress in days, feel a bit frustrated.
