Saint Woodcutter took advantage of the chance to get off the hook and preserve his face. However, Zhe Huali was riding on the tiger's back and unable to get off the hook.
Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, and he looked at his right arm. Luo Wushuang didn't have it and wielded his knife with his left, so the marvel of his skills relied on that.
If Zhe Huali wanted to execute Luo Wushuang's knife skills without any flaw, he would have to cut off his right arm!
More and more cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was indignant!
Before he could exchange blows with Qin Mu, he had to sever one of his arms? Who could tolerate that? Who could be willing?
However, if he didn't cut off his right hand, his knife skills wouldn't be as perfect as those of his master Luo Wushuang. And he didn't feel well executing an imperfect knife skill in front of Qin Mu.
"The frame of mind doesn't affect the abilities as much as you think."
