After spraying medicine, Xu Yi's palm stopped hurting.
Nonetheless, there was still a lingering fear in his heart.
If he hadn't thrown away the machete, would he have been drained of blood?
Xu Yi was a bit conflicted about whether to pick up the machete again.
What if it continued to suck his blood after picking it up?
After some thought, Xu Yi walked over and picked up the machete.
His wound immediately throbbed with pain.
However, Xu Yi didn't cry out; he just gritted his teeth and endured it.
He wanted to know just how much blood this knife would absorb.
After about two minutes, Xu Yi's hand felt no pain.
Xu Yi set the machete aside and then unwrapped the bandage on his hand.
"Amazing, the wound has healed already. This knife is quite peculiar."
"I'm increasingly convinced this is a biotechnological combat knife. It can be very sharp, but you must provide it with your blood."
