Then, with a single punch, Scribe sent the man flying, his eyes utterly calm.
The man crashed to the ground after flying backward. Clutching his jaw, he could only make muffled groaning sounds.
His jaw was dislocated, most of his teeth had shattered and embedded themselves in his flesh, and even his bones had broken outright.
The combination of pains made him wish he could simply die on the spot.
Scribe took a step forward, about to drive them away, when his brow suddenly rose.
Hakuji!
Hearing Scribe call his name, Hakuji, who had been watching from the side, immediately answered.
Go to Koyuki's room right now and bring that guy to me.
Hakuji did not stop to wonder why Scribe had suddenly told him to find Koyuki. He only knew that Scribe would never harm him.
Hakuji instantly sprang into motion and charged toward Koyuki's room.
The dozen or so disciples' expressions changed the moment they heard Scribe send Hakuji away.
Though they did not know how the doctor before them had learned of their plan, one thing would not change.
Their attempt to cause trouble had already failed.
After exchanging glances, two of them picked up the man still wailing on the ground, and the disciples immediately turned and fled into the distance.
Yet they had barely run a few meters before suddenly freezing in place.
It was as though a mountain weighed down on their shoulders, while their feet seemed rooted to the ground. An invisible pressure enveloped them, preventing them from taking another step.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind them.
Tell me who the person that infiltrated the dojo was, and I can let you leave.
They recognized Scribe's voice, but to their ears, it sounded like the whisper of a demon.
Their backs