Half an hour later.
Cen Dongsheng stood bare-chested, his muscles tense and bleeding with scars.
He breathed lightly, standing atop ruins, and looked up at the sky.
The densely packed dark clouds had slightly parted, and the thin moonlight shone through, illuminating him like a warrior standing amidst battle's aftermath.
Beneath him lay the shattered remnants of the teaching building; most of the second to third floors had collapsed during the battle, as if an earthquake had occurred.
In his left hand, he held a head.
It was the head of a blood-covered human male, with a sneering mouth, high cheekbones, and a face that kept distorting, as if reprimanding a misbehaving student despite being bodiless.
"Quite the sly one."
Cen Dongsheng lifted the head, held it before him, and stared into "his" eyes.
This was a Fierce Ghost.