What color was blood?
Ragdolls had no blood, so how would they know what color it was? No—they did know.
Watching Brother A Fei's heroic display, Fu Qian wasn't surprised in the least by the effect of that slash.
The second Ragdoll's nearly nonexistent neck had still been severed with pinpoint precision.
And as its head flew through the air, the dark red stuffing at the cut could be seen as it spun.
To be honest, this scene was even more eerie than if real blood had sprayed out.
Even that sinister effect didn't last long. By the time the head hit the ground, all the red had faded away, leaving not the slightest trace.
As for the reason—it was, of course, Calamity Power.
People who were unlucky couldn't afford to laugh.
The moment it was slain, the puppet under the Ragdoll's control had already stopped responding. Its body, carried by the momentum of its own movements, crashed to the ground and crushed the remaining half of the doll beneath it.
The first and foremost reason for such an astonishing result was A Fei's slash, so fast that nothing could withstand it. Another important factor was the Calamity Blessing on the blade.
A lot of things couldn't be killed just by cutting them open.
The Ragdolls might not have been so fragile in the first place. The reason the first one had also been killed with a single slash was that this wasn't an ordinary knife.
For a top hunter, knowing their tools was only the first step. They also needed an instinct for how to inflict damage.
He might not have been sure that the receptionist beside him had imbued the broken blade with special power, but A Fei had clearly sensed that it could bring death more easily.