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"Cough, cough"

Dong Chen was sprawling on the ground, suddenly coughing up two mouthfuls of fresh blood. This ghost had lashed out ruthlessly, kicking him square in the abdomen, and now he was completely incapacitated.

"Boss, how are you, boss?" A group of members from the Karate Society rushed over to ask.

"It's nothing, it's just that we've lost today's match. I thought that if I led the charge, we could keep on winning, but I didn't expect I'd be the first to lose," Dong Chen said as he adjusted the chaotic breath inside him. "Don't think about avenging me; you can't beat this guy."

"But we can't just accept defeat like this! We can lose, but we can't cower," a student said fiercely. "We'll go down fighting if we must, damn it, I refuse to believe a ghost can turn the tide on our own turf!"

"Sigh, help me up," Dong Chen sighed. After being helped to his feet, he bowed to the ghosts, "We admit defeat, as we are not as skilled."

"What? Giving up just like that?"