"Should I repeat it a second time?" Mr. Carpenter's smile remained, carrying a hint of ferocity and bloodiness.
Jonathan picked up the extremely sharp machete, glancing at it casually. "Forged from refined steel, with a sharp blade that cuts through iron like mud... Unfortunately, it's just a useless knife."
"Heh, arrogant." Mr. Carpenter sneered coldly. "Even if it's a useless knife, it's enough to cut you. First, I'll cut off your legs, then your hands, and I'll let you go."
"Cut me? With this useless knife, do you even have the qualifications?" Jonathan shook his head, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. In this world, no weapon could kill him.
Jonathan's gaze became deep as he lightly placed his hand on the blade, then flicked his finger gently.
"Click!"
A crisp sound echoed
