Mackenzie let out a wail as his right hand was chopped off like wheat by a scythe by the throwing knife Xu Fan flung out.
Blood gushed from his wrist like water from a turned-on faucet.
Xu Fan's ghostly figure flashed and he quickly appeared at Mackenzie's side.
"Who on earth are you?" Mackenzie asked Xu Fan, each word spoken through clenched teeth to endure the pain in his wrist.
"What right do you have to ask for my name!" Xu Fan stomped down, pinning Mackenzie's sturdy body to the ground beneath his foot.
"I refuse to accept this. I am the strongest sniper in Sanjiao State, and there's no way I couldn't hit you!" Mackenzie, stepped on like a dog by Xu Fan, still clutched his severed wrist, speaking in disbelief.
Xu Fan bent down and gently tapped thrice on Mackenzie's right arm.
As soon as Xu Fan made his move, Mackenzie felt his left arm lose sensation and, miraculously, even the spraying blood from his wrist stopped bleeding.
