Zhengxiong let out a miserable scream as his left thigh was broken again. Now both his thighs were broken, bent into a strange form, spreading to both sides in the shape of the number "eight".
Zhengxiong's face was as pale as death due to the pain. He cried out, "Master, why did you break my leg again?"
Muto Shiro sneered and said, "I just want to tell you that deceiving the Black Dragon Association comes at a price. To make me, the Deputy Chief Instructor, act for a mere ordinary person, hmph, truly courting death."
Zhengxiong endured the immense pain and said, "He is not an ordinary person."
"Not an ordinary person? Tai Er could kill him with just a finger?" Muto Shiro said disdainfully.
"He didn't die—he's not dead—" Zhengxiong hurriedly pointed to the side.
Muto Shiro slowly turned his head and glanced at the corpse on the ground, saying, "This is not dead..."
