Eh?
The same strength as mine?
Lin Su was stunned.
Then why was the power so much greater than his own?!
Before he could grasp this question, in the next moment, Lin Zhen Nan's voice appeared in his ears.
"This is swinging."
Again he swung the staff, just as thunderous and incredibly swift, bringing up the same piercing whistling of the wind, the fine iron staff in Lin Zhen Nan's hand turned into a streak of silver light as he smashed it horizontally towards the other side, creating a gust of wind. Although there was no reference object, the power of the staff appeared to be similar to the previous one from the momentum alone.
"Swinging and chopping use similar techniques and strength, but one is horizontal and the other is vertical. Generally speaking, the force from chopping will be slightly greater." After demonstrating the two basic staff techniques, Lin Zhen Nan made a simple comparison, then moved his hand again, "This is parrying."