Mu Daxian looked up to dodge the foot blade and, with the force of thunder, pulled a paint-dipped brush from his bag and smeared it heavily on the black silk.
Just as the brush was about to touch his foot, the Pseudo-human art teacher screamed and forcefully tore at his own thigh!
With a "crack," the Pseudo-human art teacher broke his own thigh like a branch, and that smooth, straight black silk leg was gripped in Mu Daxian's hand like a toy.
It was then that Mu Daxian's brush landed on the thigh.
Mu Daxian couldn't be bothered to look at the leg any longer. He simply looked at the Pseudo-human art teacher and calmly said, "Teacher, your stockings are dirty. I'll swing by the convenience store later and pick up another pair for you."
It seemed that the black silk was of more importance to Mu Daxian than the broken thigh itself.
