The military was strict in rank and discipline.
Only iron discipline could forge a combat-capable force. The same principle applied at True Martial University.
Since Su Bei had been granted the rank of major, he possessed the authority of a major.
A group of privates defying their superior, provoking him, and showing disrespect toward an officer—during wartime, those were offenses punishable by immediate execution.
Making these privates stand at attention for an afternoon was already letting them off easy. If they refused to comply, recording a demerit would be entirely justified. Yet some people were simply stubborn.
"You dare?!"
"You think being a major means you can do whatever you want?!"
"You're just a mere First-order Martial Artist. Do you know—"
One disciple from a martial arts family glared furiously. Being beaten by one person in front of everyone was humiliating enough. If they had to stand here all afternoon, they would never be able to show their faces around school again.
His family wielded immense influence and even had two Legendary Martial Artists. How could he tolerate such treatment?
"Did I permit you to speak?"
Su Bei strode forward and grabbed his shoulder. The force of his grip was like an enormous iron pincer: "Article 143 of military discipline: Those who disregard military law, provoke superiors, disobey orders, and cause severe consequences may be executed on the spot."
"Do you understand, Private?"
Su Bei's strength seemed ready to crush his bones. Pain nearly overwhelmed his mind, leaving him unable even to cry out. Beads of sweat the size of beans streamed down his face as he looked at Su Bei with a twisted expression full of pleading.
Only then did Su Bei release him.
"You need permission before speaking."
His gaze swept across the crowd. **"Does anyone else have