"Like a mad dog?" Hall muttered to himself in disbelief. He wasn't bothered by Ye Fan's insults, but what pained him deeply were his injuries. The agony from such a severe wound was something he never imagined in his worst nightmares.
Hall now felt like dying; his arm was in such a wretched state that even if it healed, his combat ability would be significantly reduced—a consequence he and the entire Hunting Squad Nine couldn't bear.
"How did this happen? How could this happen?" Hall felt worse than eating filth; his torment-filled heart vexed him endlessly.
"Ye Fan, you're so despicable. You were just sparring, so how could you hit so hard? Are you even human? Even a human knows their limits—you didn't see the captain letting you win, did you? How could you be so rude and hit so viciously when people are off guard? You're disgraceful."
"If the captain were to deal with you wholeheartedly, how could you act so arrogantly?"
