No one saw clearly how Rong Zhi did it.
When they looked up, all they could see was the Chief Instructor kneeling on one knee on the ground, veins bulging on his neck and forehead as if under great pressure, and behind him, a cold, pale hand tightly gripping the nape of his neck.
Her right leg was bent, pressing against the Chief Instructor's back, her face lowered sideways, her whole aura cold and solemn.
"...What the hell?!"
It wasn't until a long time had passed that someone exclaimed in shock.
Some were still bewildered and unable to react.
Rong Zhi had already withdrawn her hand and leg and stood up before they could utter a sound, reaching out to the Chief Instructor with a slightly apologetic tone: "Sorry, can you get up?"
Although the Chief Instructor had just spoken harshly to her, considering her own ability, she still reduced her force by sixty percent at the last moment to ensure the Chief Instructor could still stand up steadily.
