I stared at him expressionlessly, my thoughts racing. When Dongfang Fu saw that I did not answer at once, the little sword lightly scored across the hand I had been resting in meditation. In the next moment, the thumb that had been facing upward was sliced off.
I could see the finger hit the ground, and I could hear the "plop" it made upon landing, yet I could not feel the slightest pain. Not even a drop of blood came out. That was the side effect of the Genesis Creation Technique.
"Dongfang Fu, are you sick? I was thinking!" I gritted my teeth and glared at him furiously. Dongfang Fu cackled, his eyes full of mockery. "Kid, I've already finished talking, which means we've begun. If you don't answer, I'll keep going."
With that, Dongfang Fu sliced again. The thumb of my other hand dropped to the ground as well. The cuts on both thumbs were identical, and they were as hard as stone. My heart tightened despite myself. The most terrifying part was knowing that they were parts of my own body, yet feeling no pain at all. Other than cursing inwardly at how vicious the old man was, I nearly could not think of anything else.
"Anything Dongfang Nian can do, I can do too. Anything he can't do, I can do as well! Just tell me what you want, and I definitely won't be a petty person like Dongfang Nian! I can sign a blood pact too!" I said with a frown.
Plop.
My index finger fell off as well. A bloodthirsty gleam shone in the old man's eyes. "You're spouting nonsense. Of course I know you're more capable than Dongfang Nian, but sometimes capability isn't enough. Connections and experience—Dongfang Nian has you beaten a hundred times