"Amputate the hand?"
Lying on the ground, Duan Kaiping suddenly raised his head, looking towards Su Bijin with a panicked expression.
The latter slightly furrowed his brows, "Master Chen, isn't this a bit too much?"
The body of a martial artist, trained and honed, is like a precision machine; missing an arm or a leg is akin to missing a crucial part of that machine, greatly troubling its overall function.
Especially since their practiced technique was the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword, the essence of which resided in the limbs—amputating a hand was not just about losing the hand itself.
To say it would be crippling was an understatement.
"Too much?" Chen Fuguang glanced at Su Bijin, his eyes playful.
He leaned back on the couch, hands crossed and resting on his crossed knee, speaking lightly:
