Hearing Liao Chen''s scream, Mr. Mu quickly let go of his hand and saw the deformed arm, swollen and ckened, with blood seeping from the ruptured skin.


    Mr. Mu was startled and hurriedly said, "I''m sorry, it''s the teacher''s fault for not being careful."


    "Let me see if I can help you fix it."


    Saying this, he lifted Liao Chen''s arm.


    Even though he was being more cautious, there was still a crisp sound when he lifted the arm.


    The bone in the shoulder suddenly protruded, and when he quickly let go, the arm fell limp and couldn''t be raised again.


    The entire arm was dislocated.


    Liao Chen: "..."


    Mr. Mu seemed a bit at a loss and waved his hands, saying, "I... I didn''t mean it."@@novelbin@@He reached out again, trying to check the injury.


    Liao Chen, pale-faced, retreated in panic, "Teacher, please, spare me!"


    The other students heard this andughed mercilessly.


    "Liao Chen, you''re so weak. It''s just a twisted arm, do you have to scream like that?"


    "So pathetic, look at me, my arm twisted like this and I''m fine, what''s the pain?" A student twisted his arm into a pretzel and then back, pointing at Liao Chen and mocking loudly.


    "Like a porcin doll, hurts with a touch, even more delicate than us girls!" The female students also looked at Liao Chen with disdain.


    Liao Chen''s face turned from green to white with anger, but he couldn''t say a word.


    The other yers looked at him sympathetically.


    Liao Chen was really unlucky.


    Injured internally at noon, now tormented by the gym teacher, and mercilessly humiliated.


    This game was unyable for him!


    Liao Chen felt so aggrieved he wanted to vomit blood. He was a veteran yer, havingpleted several instances, but had never encountered such a miserable situation.


    "Quick, someone take this student to the infirmary to get his arm fixed," Mr. Mu urgently called out.


    Two students volunteered and helped Liao Chen away.


    Watching Liao Chen leave, Mr. Mu put his hands on his hips and shook his head, sighing, "Kids these days, their bodies are really getting worse, there''s actually a student with such poor constitution."


    Liao Chen''s incident was just a small episode, and the students continued doing the stretching exercises Mr. Mu taught.


    Mr. Mu checked the time and said, "Keep it up for five more minutes, then it''s free activity time. I''ll go to the restroom first."


    With that, Mr. Mu turned and left.


    As soon as Mr. Mu left, the students immediately rxed.


    It seemed they all knew Mr. Mu''s temper; even if he got angry, he would still tolerate them.


    Qin Nuo also squeezed his sore joints, thinking that the yer ying Liao Chen was probably done for. Without any trump cards, the rest of the game time would be pure torture for him.


    Time ticked away.


    The fallen leaves on the floor were blown up again.


    Hearing themotion, the students quickly straightened up from theirzy state.


    A student in the back row saw Mr. Mu return and said with a grin, "Teacher, is my posture correct?"


    Mr. Mu walked up to him, stared at him, and said nothing.


    The next second, there was a dull thud, and the student flew sideways, bending the rusty parallel bars not far away.


    His head was dented!


    At this moment, Mr. Mu was filled with hostility, his face twitching terrifyingly, his eyes full of rage and coldness.


    Veins bulged on his rough skin, writhing like living creatures.


    "I told you, hold your posture for five minutes, did you take my words as wind in your ears?"


    "Add ten more minutes."


    "For those not up to standard, I''ll correct you personally!"


    The students, seeing his expression, realized something and quickly turned their faces away in panic, maintaining their posture, their expressions full of fear.


    The atmosphere suddenly turned eerie!


    The yers hadn''t reacted yet, but they too tensed up, trying to keep their movements standard.


    Mr. Mu walked among the ranks, his eyes turning red, breathing heavily like a beast, ring fiercely at the students.


    His gaze roamed the rows, suddenly stopping on a slightly crooked body.


    The student looked at him eagerly.


    Mr. Mu red at him, "Is your body rusted?"


    "Teacher, I..."


    Before he could finish, Mr. Mu grabbed him with one hand, the terrifying force in his fingers making the student''s bones crackle, and threw him out like garbage, "Run tenps around the field ande back!"


    Then, he looked at the other students, "A bunch of weaklings, with such constitution and state, don''t tell outsiders you were taught by me!"


    "I hate little brats the most, bodies like paper, break with a touch!"


    "Hold your horse stance steady, make it standard!"


    He walked through the ranks, kicking any trembling student hard in the groin.


    His monstrous body, with intimidating muscles, kicked with the force of a sledgehammer.


    Crack! Crack!


    A series of horrifying sounds echoed in the ranks, the sound of bones breaking.


    Those whose bones were kicked or twisted quickly set them back, maintaining their posture, not even groaning, as if they had no pain.


    But their faces were filled with fear of Mr. Mu.


    The yers weren''t so lucky.


    After holding for over ten minutes, a student''s legs trembled, unable to hold, and he staggered.


    But he quickly corrected himself.


    Yet he still got kicked.


    That kick broke his leg bone, the flesh bursting open.


    A shrill scream echoed in the ranks!


    No need to ask, it must be a yer.


    Hearing the scream, Mr. Mu looked even more dissatisfied, ring at him.


    The yer was instantly terrified, and before he could react, he was kicked flying.


    It was like being hit by a train, when the yernded, he was a bloody mess, and instantly lost his breath.


    Then, he turned into a puff of ck smoke and dissipated.


    Mr. Mu''s voice was filled with disgust, "Damn it, just a scratch and you''re screaming like a ghost, I''m sick of hearing it!"


    The other yers felt a chill down their spines.


    Damn it!


    This Mr. Mu was even more brutal than Mr. Yan, if something didn''t please him, you''d be gone!


    Qin Nuo was shocked and confused.


    How did this guy change so much after just a trip to the restroom?


    Could it be that there were twopletely different personalities hidden within him?


    Qin Nuo thought, subconsciously adjusting his sses.


    Unfortunately, this habitual action was caught by Mr. Mu, who was in a rage, and he walked over filled with hostility...


    Qin Nuo''s expression changed, his body instantly tensing up.


    Danger!