Since the dean of the Martial Arts Academy had already personally promised to handle it, Zhao Rui saw no reason to press the matter further.
After some small talk, he went to the training grounds and released the acupoints of the dozen or so "wooden statues."
Daoist Zhang watched from the side, his eyes burning with fascination. The technique was truly incredible—demonic yet not, righteous yet also sinister. 'Could it be Guixu Martial Arts?'
However, it concerned a personal Martial Arts lineage, so it wasn't his place to ask.
The moment their acupoints were released, the group collapsed to the ground. They had been standing for so long that their circulation had been completely cut off.
They all stared at Zhao Rui, their eyes filled with terror.
Though their acupoints had been sealed, their minds had remained clear. They knew exactly what had happened to them.
"Speak up. What's this all about? Why did you start trouble for no reason?"
Dean Wang asked in a cold voice.
