The day after the first sester of the first year at Shrek Academy ended, the academy was not desolate due to the holiday. Instead, it was even more lively than during the assessnt period, and the air was filled with a sense of suppression and restlessness.
And today was the day of Zhou Yi's public execution.
On Sea God Island, Vice Dean of the spirit tool Departnt, Qian Duoduo, looked at Fan Yu, who was kneeling in front of him, his face haggard and his eyes vacant, and sighed helplessly.
Fan Yu had been kneeling there for three days and three nights, only to beg the academy to spare Zhou Yi and let her live.
But clearly, his actions were futile.
"Fan Yu, give up. Elder Mu will not agree," Qian Duoduo advised him with reluctance in his voice.
Fan Yu remained silent, still kneeling, stubborn like a statue.
Qian Duoduo shook his head, sighing softly in his heart, 'One reaps what one sows.'
At a certain mont, a communication spirit tool he carried with him vibrated slightly.
Qian Duoduo took it out, and imdiately a light screen was projected.
The scene unfolded: the execution had begun... Above the tall, temporary execution platform in the center square of Shrek City.
At this mont, Zhou Yi was disheveled, firmly bound to the execution rack. Her forr strict and sharp image was completely gone, leaving only a crazed frenzy in her eyes.
At one mont, a figure lightly descended onto the center of the platform. It was Han Ruoruo.
Her face was solemn, and she held a scroll of charges. Her cold voice, amplified by a spirit tool, clearly spread throughout the entire square as she began listing Zhou Yi's cris one by one.
"Criminal Zhou Yi, during her tenure, abused her authority, arbitrarily dismissing students who were slightly less talented or displeased her, totaling 347 individuals, thus ruining their Spirit Master futures.
"During teaching, she implented inhuman corporal punishnt, using 'tempering' as an excuse to commit abuse, causing physical and ntal trauma to many students.
"She also arranged training far exceeding limits, disregarding students' endurance, leading to permanent disabilities for many students. Furthermore, in pursuit of false achievents, she tacitly allowed and condoned students using improper ans, corrupting the academy's ethos."
The charges were clearly read out, striking everyone's hearts like heavy hamrs.
Below the platform, the surrounding populace was already enraged.
In the crowd, several n and won whose faces were no longer youthful, even bearing signs of hardship, were emotionally agitated. They were all forr students who had been arbitrarily expelled by Zhou Yi or had survived her torture.
On the execution rack, Zhou Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and she scread hoarsely:
"What do you fools know?! My thods are the correct ones! Shrek doesn't need diocrity! It is only right and proper that those wastes, those pieces of trash, should get lost! I was helping the academy filter out the true elites! You idiots, you simply don't understand!!"
Han Ruoruo's gaze was calm, ignoring the raving of this person about to die.
After reading the final charge, she slowly turned and walked steadily down the execution platform.
Imdiately following her, a woman dressed in plain clothes, appearing to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, carrying a silver-white tal briefcase, slowly walked up.
Her face was serene, and she wore a faint smile on her lips as she stood before the crazed Zhou Yi.
"Long ti no see, Teacher Zhou," the woman said, her voice gentle.
Zhou Yi froze, her cloudy eyes struggling to focus, but she couldn't recall who the person in front of her was.
The woman didn't seem surprised. She shook her head gently and smiled, saying, "How could you rember ? In your eyes, 'diocrities' like us are nothing more than trash that can be discarded at any ti."
She said no more, bent down, placed the briefcase at her feet, and opened it with a click.
Inside the case, various types of cold, glittering blades were neatly arranged.
Scalpels, eyebrow knives, and hook knives—the tools were dazzling, reflecting a cold luster in the sunlight, carrying a hint of chill.
The woman extended a slender finger and retrieved a willow-leaf scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing, her movents gentle and focused, as if handling a work of art.
She looked at the cold light flowing across the blade, slowly calming down, her voice completely devoid of emotion: "Twelve years ago, my younger brother enrolled in Shrek. He was 'lucky' enough to be assigned to your class.
"He was just a support system Spirit Master. His spirit power wasn't strong, but he was diligent enough to barely survive your first round of 'elimination.'
"But he shouldn't have... He shouldn't have been resented by you and made an example of as a 'troublemaker,' subjected to escalating corporal punishnt, simply because he reported the unreasonableness of your training thods to the teaching office at the ti."
The woman's voice paused slightly, her fingertip tracing the cold edge of the blade.
"Three months of freshman life were like Hell for him. Endless weighted running every day severely overtaxed his body, and even during the freshman assessnt, you deliberately placed him in the weakest team.
"Without surprise, he was eliminated.
"He left Shrek, but he didn't go ho. A few days later, I found his body in a small hotel within Shrek City."
The woman's voice finally held a barely noticeable tremble, yet the smile on her face never vanished.
She raised her hand, gathering a trace of sharp spirit power at her fingertip, and precisely tapped Zhou Yi's lower abdon Dantian.
"Ugh Ah!"
Zhou Yi scread miserably. She only felt a tearing pain coming from her Dantian, and a tiny fissure was forcibly opened.
The spirit power she had cultivated for years began to slowly leak out uncontrollably, and her cultivation Realm started to drop at a slow pace, with no possibility of recovery.
What was bizarre was that, simultaneously, a surge of pure life force was wrapped up by the leaking spirit power and forcibly poured into her limbs and bones, making her feel unprecedentedly "clear" and "healthy." Even her senses beca exceptionally sharp.
"W-what do you want to do?!"
The genuine decline in her cultivation finally made Zhou Yi feel fear at this mont, and she scread shrilly.
The smile remained on the woman's face, and she chuckled, "This is slow slicing, Teacher Zhou. Naturally, I must ensure your life is safe until the process is over.
"Don't worry. Even setting aside personal vendettas, purely to maintain professional standards, I wouldn't let you die easily."
As the woman's voice fell, the willow-leaf scalpel, thin as a cicada's wing, slowly descended, reflected in Zhou Yi's suddenly widened pupils.
"Ah——!!!!!!"
The execution had begun... News of Shrek's public slow slicing of Zhou Yi, along with so processed video footage, swept across the entire Douluo Three Kingdoms like a storm within a single day, thanks to the pervasive public opinion network of the Mingng Chamber of Comrce.
The populace of the Douluo Three Kingdoms discussed this with relish, while the various powers within the Douluo Three Kingdoms saw Shrek's drastic, iron-fisted change.
Just when everyone thought this bloody curtain had fallen, Zhang Lexuan's actions did not cease; in fact, they intensified.
A trial, or perhaps a massacre, targeting Shrek's interior mbers, had begun within Shrek.
(End of Chapter)
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