Verbal Sparring (Supplement 1)

PS: There was a torrential rain last night, and the power suddenly went out. Making up for it today.

The silence in the Student Council office did not last long. Perhaps because quite a few people wanted to see Yin Kuang right now. Zhu Tong, for example. She had originally been in class, but the well-informed Zhu Tong had rushed out of the classroom after slamming the door the moment she received word that Yin Kuang had appeared in the Great Hall, not even sparing a glance for the senior teaching the class.

With a loud bang echoing through the office, Zhu Tong, still dressed in her bold attire, walked in on wooden clogs. Her steps were remarkably steady, the crisp, rhythmic clacking of her clogs reverberating through the small room. Yet just as Zhu Tong was about to approach Yin Kuang, the clacking abruptly quickened. Her entire body instantly turned into a cloud of red mist, while a blinding streak of silver flashed from her waist and shot straight at Yin Kuang.

Zhu Tong had actually used iaijutsu on Yin Kuang the instant she entered!

Without a sound, save for that streak of silver, a katana appeared before Yin Kuang's eyes. Its blade, sharp enough to seemingly cut through every substance in the world, was only a centimeter away from his eyes. Anyone else would likely have been forced to shut their eyes by that razor-sharp edge and chilling gleam. But if Yin Kuang could be frightened by such a display, then he would not be Yin Kuang.

Zhu Tong's blade split Yin Kuang's line of sight in two, yet it did not stop him from looking toward Li Shuangmu. This was the Student Council office—equivalent to a government office building in the real world. Its symbolic significance