Everyone clearly deduced that the speaker was Su Xuan, which meant he was unharmed.
"What exactly is going on here?" Kameda Toshiro, the person involved, was also dumbfounded.
He seemed to have drawn his sword hastily, but years of training had allowed that strike to be extraordinarily fast. He was confident that no one could dodge his sword.
"It looks like you ninjas endure pain quite well, just look at your hand, and you'll understand," Su Xuan said helplessly.
Shush!
Everyone's gaze turned toward Kameda Toshiro's sword-holding hand only to see a bleeding, severed arm, with his hand unnaturally bent and cut off by his own sword, falling to the ground.
"Ah, how is this possible? I clearly struck you with that blade, how could it have cut off my own hand?" Kameda Toshiro clutched his severed arm and staggered backward as if he had gone mad.
