Black Chess Player, the Disadvantage Tilts

Swish—swish—

When all the tentacles shot toward Ji Yan, the scene of him being instantly torn apart did not appear.

A flash of cold light sliced through every tentacle. Ji Yan retreated, corpse spots spreading across his body.

His eyes gradually began to decay. He held a blood-dripping Scalpel, a [Legendary]-quality Eerie Weapon. "Vice Dean, hospital rules seem to strictly forbid attacking those 'below' without cause, right?"

"Especially when there's only one rank between us."

The Ghoul Vice Dean's killing intent surged. "Stop pretending. You're the tumor causing chaos on the lower floors!"

"If my actions violated the rules, the [Eerie Dao] would have punished and stopped me immediately."

"But it hasn't. That proves there's something wrong with you!"

The severed tentacles regenerated, their suction cups tearing open crimson mouths lined with teeth. One Eerie Weapon after another spilled from within, clutched in the suction cups.

Ji Yan calmly watched the flailing Ghoul Vice Dean. "Is that really so?"

When the tentacles attacked again, Ji Yan retreated once more, gradually being forced toward the corner.

The [Cursed Grudge Brush] trembled. "Need help... You still have two suffix characters..."

"No need to trouble yourself."

"Heh."

After refusing the Spirit of the Pen, Ji Yan backed into the corner. Facing the Ghoul Vice Dean's increasingly ferocious assault, he neither revealed any trump card nor fought to the death. Instead—

Creak.

He opened the door behind him. Cold wind rushed in, dispersing the heavy scent of medicinal herbs.

One of Ji Yan's feet stepped outside the door.

The savage tentacles charging at him stopped abruptly as if electrocuted, and swiftly "hid" all their Eerie Weapons!

It was like a student about to bully someone suddenly spotting the homeroom teacher walking by...

Ji Yan looked at the Ghoul Vice Dean, whose killing intent had