A Risky Endeavor

*Phaap*

With almost no counteracting force, the handle of the broom sunk half an inch into the table before stopping.

Di Tou frowned.

He hadn't really thought this through, but when he slammed the handle of the broom of the table, it resulted in the head of the broom being over his head.

Sneezing as a leaf fell onto his face, Di Tou removed the broom from the table and looked at the circular indent that remained.

That one strike had used up the majority of the Qi he had inserted into the broom, with the little bit of the remainder returning to his body.

It seemed like even if he used a medium, the rate at which he consumed Qi… seemed a little fast? 

But the effects were indeed quite practical.

When he slammed the broom against the table, realistically the most likely outcome was that the broom hit the table and bounced back, or that the broom handle snapped.