The middle-aged captain's pupils shrank and painful whines echoed from his mouth as he heard the teenager whisper into his ear. There was shock in his face as in his impression the architects from the Temple would have weak bodies. However the teenager in front of him were comparable to generals in terms of power and speed.
Dudian glanced at the man's face. He loosened his grip and the man's head knocked onto the wooden floor. The middle-aged man's upper body was almost paralyzed as his chest bones were broken and both of his arms were dislocated from his shoulder.
Dudian rapidly moved his hand as he grabbed onto the shoulder of the middle-aged man. He made a slight twist and pushed down the man's arms. Kacha~ Kacha~ Both arms were skillfully fixed.
