Chen Tu could tell.
Qi Wu's casual strike had merely been a test.
If that slash had cut an inch deeper,
he would already have been gravely wounded.
If that slash had been aimed at his neck,
he would already have been dead!
Chen Tu's pupils contracted sharply.
He jerked his head up and looked at Qi Wu.
"You..."
Before he could finish,
he caught sight of the wall behind him out of the corner of his eye.
Then his voice caught in his throat.
Because a fissure had appeared in that wall.
A bottomless fissure stretching from the ceiling to the floor.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror.
As though the sharpest blade in the world had lightly grazed it.
Chen Tu fell silent.
He stared at that fissure in silence for three full seconds.
Then he slowly turned his head to look at Qi Wu.
There was no fear in those blood-red eyes.
Only disbelief.
"You..." His voice was hoarse. "You use blades too?"
Qi Wu did not answer.
He merely tilted his head, that infuriating smile still playing on his lips.
"Yeah."
"I hear you want to compete with a cook at slicing meat?"
Those words left Chen Tu completely rooted to the spot.
A cook?
What was this guy talking about?
What did his ability have to do with being a cook?
Chen Tu's mind was still racing.
"You honed your blade to kill people."
Qi Wu raised his hand, dark red light dancing at his fingertips.
"My blade..."
"Exists to sever everything."
He looked at Chen Tu, his smile brazen.
"What makes you think you can compete with me?"
Chen Tu gripped the blood-red cleaver, the bloody glow along its blade growing ever more intense.
"Kid, you're arrogant."
"But I like it."
"Just