"Insulting the dean? You're courting death!"
Among the ten disciples behind the Masked Man, Second Seat Ling Youna was preparing to cast a secret technique against the commissioner when a breeze swept past her.
"Let me handle this, Nana."
The Masked Man offered two choices. In short, the brainwashing and removal of the ghost bead in the first option would be even more painful than death for a commissioner who had trained painstakingly for so many years.
As for the second option, "laborer," put bluntly, it meant "becoming a dog of the Dihua Ability Institute." In exchange for doing hard labor, they would toss you a few scraps of rotten meat and bones, allowing you to scrape by in the Ability Institute under the most lowly status.
"I earned my commissioner qualification through strength! I, Lin Dou, would rather die here than accept the terms of a petty man who seized the Dean's Position through despicable means."
This commissioner from the Physical Training Academy specialized in inch punches and finger techniques. The ghost within him was a "high-quality" Stitched Flesh Monster.
In an instant, he entered his ghost form. His muscles bulged explosively, and special flesh-and-blood ghost threads linked his body together, greatly enhancing his physical capabilities. Digging his toes into the ground, he reached the podium in an instant and pressed an inch punch against the Masked Man's chest.
"Commissioner Lin Dou, let's spar."
Lin Dou instinctively sensed an overwhelming threat. The sutures drove his muscles into motion, and he swiftly retreated.
Yet no matter how far Lin Dou withdrew, a blade inlaid with seven stars remained suspended before him. It descended at an apparently slow speed, but he could not evade it.
"What kind of sword technique is this!?"
Lin Dou had taught for three years and