Jiang Mu lightly shook his dragon claw.
He looked disheveled, his clothes torn and stained with blood, but the small cuts carved into his dragon claws—the main means of his attack—had long since closed. He was completely uninjured; there was no sign of any wounds at all.
His arms were already his primary Martial Soul. Even without using it, they possessed a certain degree of strength, and with the Golden Dragon's possession enhancement, they were incredibly overbearing.
If it carried some special effect, getting hit might have had some impact. But if it truly had an effect, he would not have done this.
The rumored tearing effect was supposed to operate inside the body after ripping open a wound, but if it had not even torn the wound open, how was it supposed to operate?
"I didn't even need to use a soul skill, and you were already defeated. If I had used one, getting injured might have been the least of your problems. Don't be so arrogant."
Jiang Mu immediately began boasting and taunting him, his eyes narrowed.
"Confidence is a good thing, but if it turns into arrogance, it might cost you your life."
"You!"
Ning Zhe had already been unhappy after being injured and knocked to the ground. Now, upon hearing those words, his eyes instantly reddened as he glared straight at him.
But glaring was useless. Seeing Jiang Mu's expression only fueled Ning Zhe's fury. His breathing became more and more hurried, and then his vision went black.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft~"
He actually vomited blood and fainted?
Jiang Mu looked surprised. He had not expected a few taunts to turn out like this. He quickly waved to the teacher.
"Teacher, come save him."
"Oh, oh!"
The teacher nodded quickly, but after taking a glance, he suddenly