Zhao Changhe, who had broken through the Mystical Gate Fourth Layer earlier than he expected, was in a great mood as he scarfed down his rice, too lazy to care about whether Cui Wenjing was just showing off or not. After all, maybe the guy was really a child prodigy, already at the Seventh or Eighth Layer after only five months.
Who cares.
Before, he had felt that wielding such a big broadsword was too heavy and beyond his strength. But once his External Skill broke through the Mystical Gate, his power greatly increased, which was very noticeable. If he had been able to swing a ten-pound steel blade smoothly and easily before, now he probably wouldn't be slowed down by one weighing twenty or thirty pounds either, maybe only lacking a bit in endurance?