100%.

Looking at the numbers condensed from the black smoke, Zhou Buzhou remained silent.

He had some guesses in his mind, but he still needed to verify them.

Zhou Buzhou raised his sword again and pierced the head of another Xia Geng corpse.

Everyone's eyes jumped slightly, and it seemed that the president had no psychological pressure to kill Qian Lin...

Qian Lin shrank his neck again.

Zhou Buzhou, however, remained where he was.

He seemed to have grasped something...

Zhou Buzhou fell into silence.

He felt that the sword that killed the second Xia Geng corpse seemed to be sharper than the sword that killed the first Xia Geng corpse.

But he clearly used the same force.

But not necessarily.

After all, the force was so subtle that he wasn't sure if there was really no difference.

After all, his control over his body has not yet reached the level where he can see every detail as clearly as if he were looking at fire, so he cannot guarantee that the force of each of his sword strikes will be exactly the same.

Thinking,

Zhou Buzhou thrust out his sword again.

Yang Zimei grinned, but didn't say much.

He could see that Zhou Buzhou seemed to be verifying something.

The others also noticed it and watched in silence.

Qian Lin still couldn't bear to look at the sight of his head being blown up somewhere else.

Zhou Buzhou calmed down and confirmed the force of the sword in his hand. He tried to reduce the force as much as possible and control the accuracy of the force so as not to cause too much fluctuation.

Then, he lightly thrust a sword at the yellow sand in front of him.

The Zhanlu sword sank about a foot into the yellow sand.

Zhou Buzhou drew his sword and stabbed it into the yellow sand in front of him again, still controlling the same force as before.

The Zhanlu sword was still about a foot deep in the yellow sand.

Another sword.

It still sank about a foot.

He thrust out three swords in succession, confirming his control over the force and becoming familiar with the size and fluctuation of the force.

Then, Zhou Buzhou lightly thrust out his fourth sword, not stabbing the yellow sand, but piercing straight into the head of the third Xia Geng corpse.

There was a loud explosion.

The blood-red piece of flesh fell to the ground, turned into red mist, sank into the yellow sand, and disappeared completely.

As Xia Geng's corpse died, Zhou Buzhou felt a subtle sense of becoming stronger again.