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.
But Ke Lin Yi focused his attention on the Pseudo-human art teacher, noting that there was not a drop of blood at the break in the thigh, not even a drip of Tomato sauce, and the black silk seemed fused with the thigh, breaking with a consistency identical to the thigh’s.
The break in the Pseudo-human art teacher’s thigh was extremely smooth, devoid of any texture, resembling those half-body sculptures used for drawing practice.
Lin Yi was startled. He remembered when the Green Pocket Chef’s hand was smashed by the Sports Student; one could clearly see the cross-section of bones and blood vessels, which quickly turned to a plaster-like texture.
But the Pseudo-human art teacher was completely unlike the Green Pocket Chef.
"Could it be that the Green Pocket Chef’s ’life form’ is different from that of Pseudo-humans?"
The Pseudo-human art teacher did not respond to Mu Daxian’s words and just coldly glanced at him before turning and disappearing into the mist.
Mu Daxian casually stroked his brush a few times on the leg, turning it discolored and yellow, then tossed it down from the Stone Bridge and walked away without looking back, taking Mao Feiyang with him.
"Stop looking, let’s go."
"Uh... okay." Mao Feiyang was still looking at the black silk leg thrown down by Mu Daxian from the Stone Bridge, but upon hearing Mu Daxian’s words, hurriedly followed.
Shortly after the two left, the Pseudo-human art teacher came back, staggering to the spot. It looked at its leg that had been thrown under the Stone Bridge and said, "Give it back to me."
"Whoosh—Whoosh—Whoosh..."
The Stone Bridge was atop a cliff, and below the cliff was a pitch-black sea, the waters of which churned violently in the storm, answered only by the sound of the wind.
Suddenly, along with a "rustling" sound, the Pseudo-human art teacher’s leg seemed to sprout up bit by bit from below the Stone Bridge.
But upon closer inspection, one would see that numerous Purebred Nightwalkers enveloped the leg, slowly lifting it up.
Looking at the severely squished ankle, a flame of anger ignited in the eyes of the Pseudo-human art teacher. It grabbed its leg, attempting to reattach it at the break, but suddenly felt dizzy and then... realized it was holding, not its leg, but... a chicken leg about the size of its own leg!
The Pseudo-human art teacher rubbed its eyes and, after careful observation, confirmed it was indeed "a chicken leg about the size of its leg" and not its "leg," then tossed it back down the Stone Bridge.
Upon its release, the Purebred Nightwalkers threw themselves at it recklessly, as if this chicken leg was the most delicious food in the world.
The Pseudo-human art teacher watched coldly as the Purebred Nightwalkers dove into the sea below the cliff to devour the "chicken leg," showing no change in emotion. But just then, it suddenly realized something and its expression turned drastically.
"No... he changed those mindless things’ recognition of my ’leg’ with his brush!"
Watching its "leg" already swallowed by the dense mist and sea, the Pseudo-human art teacher’s face inadvertently revealed a look of displeasure.