Mike was leaning against the stone jar, panting heavily. As a matter of fact, his injuries were more serious. His chest that was hit by the Fire-Cloud Palm gave off a burnt smell, and his ribcages seemed to have shattered. However, he did not cry out in pain nor show any weakness. He curled his lips into a sinister smile and said, "Miranda, don't scream so loudly. People might get the wrong impression."
"You are a maniac! B*stard! You b*stard!" Miranda yelled in shame and indignation. She could not launch another attack, for whenever she tried that a dull pain would radiate from the wound on her shoulder and made her face pale in agony.
"If you could m**m me, you should have just done it. But since you can't, get lost." Mike spat a mouthful of blood, took out the flying dagger from
