As it turned out, Hu Qi's assessment was correct.
Before long, the venom in Ired's eyes faded, replaced by pleading and terror.
Seeing this, Hu Qi finally stopped.
At this moment, dark red bloodstains soaked the floor, and the thick, metallic stench hung stagnant in the sealed room.
Ired's once burly, bear-like frame now looked unnervingly thin, because all his excess flesh had been precisely stripped away.
Hu Qi's technique with the blade was incredibly steady. Each cut perfectly carved away fat and muscle while flawlessly avoiding all vital points.
Had a senior anatomist been present, they would have marveled at this masterpiece, a work of art in its own right.
A good portion of Ired's body had been turned into a meticulous anatomical specimen, his bones and sinews laid bare in excruciating detail.
Not a shred of superfluous flesh remained on the stark white skeleton; every single tendon was clearly exposed to the air.
