Upon hearing this, Qing Ya said without hesitation, "Then make it twenty rotations."
"Uh... are you sure?"
"A piece of advice for you..." Qing Ya's voice was ominously low.
"What advice?"
"You could talk less."
"Talking more can disrupt the enemy's thought process, which is better than just throwing silent punches."
"Then you're not doing it well enough," Qing Ya said coldly. "Those who are skilled at verbal attacks can hit the enemy's weak spots precisely with cutting words; unlike you, whose speech lacks focus and is simply senseless rambling, only serving to annoy."
"Isn't being annoying enough of a distraction?"
Blue Owl thought otherwise.
Qing Ya did not pursue the matter further, but instead asked, "The speed... does it have to be one rotation per second?"
"Exactly." Blue Owl nodded. "Otherwise, I can't get the right feel, which might just be a limitation of this superpower."