64 Palms of Infernal Flame
"Right in?"
Somewhat puzzled by his wording, their collective gaze was attracted to Hao Xuan's hands just in time to witness something that they would probably not forget for the rest of their lives.
Hao Xuan was holding the sword upside down. His left hand was tightly wrapped around the tip of the blade and right after he said those words he grasped the blade from the middle and bent it over.
Once, twice and three times in total. The sword bent like it was made from plastic as it was wrapped up and down Hao Xuan's wrist like a glove before being broken in half.
What little steel was still left attached to the hilt was once again bent around his other hand. The sound it made was almost identical to what it would sound like if it was being struck against a solid metal block.
Three times again, over the thumb, the fingers, and the wrist.