A Thread of Sky, One Strike to Seal the Throat

"Boss, why'd you stop?"

Zhao Futu, still behind him, curiously gave Lu Lin a shove. Only after following Lu Lin's gaze did he see the Martial Fighting Department's head standing there.

"Boss, you know that guy?"

"No, but he's probably here to see me."

Lu Lin composed himself.

If he'd run into a powerhouse like this in the Wilderness, he would've turned and run without a second thought. He could sense that he had no chance of defeating the man.

But this was the academy, where there were plenty of strong people.

Since the man was standing here peacefully, he couldn't be an enemy.

"Hello. May I ask if you're looking for me?"

The head nodded.

"You're Lu Lin, right?"

As he spoke, the head opened his eyes.

His eyes were streaked with conspicuous red veins, as if he hadn't slept in more than ten days.

Lu Lin said, "Yes. May I ask who you are...?"

"Come with me."

The head said nothing more and turned to leave. Lu Lin couldn't very well refuse, so he gave Zhao Futu a look telling him to wait and followed the head out of the dormitory building.

The head stopped in an open space outside the building and turned to face Lu Lin.

"Lu Lin, are you willing to join the Martial Fighting Department?"

"The Martial Fighting Department?"

Lu Lin knew of it, of course. It was the academy's foremost department, with a fearsome reputation. But because it had always kept a low profile, most people had no idea just how powerful it was.

"That's right. Once you join, you'll receive double the benefits, and we can give you priority when recommending you to the Martial Combat Institute."

The head spoke coldly.

Though he was offering Lu Lin benefits, he sounded as if