Chapter 289: Lan Chi said that the academic style should be
o 5."The previous match that was stopped halfway through, it is said, was because the two sides had too much of a disparity in strength. After all, there was Kuse, who was at the sixth level, and on I...Chapter 290: Lanche said, "You should pay more attention to your conduct."
The roars of men and beasts intertwined, forming a cacophony of jarring, indistinguishable metallic clashes.
These uninvited trespassers clashed with the previously docile beasts in a battle of blind fury, their blades and claws flashing under the lights. Each swing was infused with cold and ruthless intent, as if determined to cleave through any life that dared stand in their way.
The beasts' eyes were consumed by the burning rage, their massive forms leaping across the battlefield. Each landing shook the entire classroom.
They ripped into any enemy who dared to approach with their sharp claws and teeth. Their powerful tails whipped out, sending students flying through the air before crashing them back down to the floor with a heavy thud.
However, as more and more students joined the fray, the Horde, which had initially held the advantage, began to show signs of crumbling.
Classmates...
The old man, staggering to his feet, raised his hand as if trying to reach for something and said.
But as more students rushed in, they completely ignored him.
Their eyes seemed to have already been filled with desire, completely losing to the devil in their hearts.
The old man, still reeling from the impact, held his throbbing forehead. With all his might, he fought back the urge to scold these students.
Although the urge to just chop all these students up surged within him for a moment, he desperately held it back.
Be patient, these children are not malicious.
They just tried the wrong way to make friends with the Warcraft.
After the old man coughed forcefully, he immediately spoke loudly with great effort:
"Classmates, please don't harm those children. They may look fierce, but they just need someone to communicate with them..."
The situation exceeded his expectations.
Footsteps in the hallway grew louder and louder, as if everyone had discovered a treasure and couldn't contain themselves, rushing in and drowning out his voice once again.
These students, like a surging tide, rushed in without asking a word and began to fight the monsters.
What was originally a minor skirmish in his view, is now on the verge of becoming one-sided. Even the monsters are struggling to withstand the onslaught.
"Classmates, please don't hurt these children! The assessment content is not to let you conquer them!"
The old man's bushy eyebrows were almost knotted together, and he shouted anxiously.
Useless.
His voice was not only unable to stop the students from taking action.
This only made them use violence even more cruelly and excitedly!
"These damn ingredients, watch me take you all apart! You're welcome, old man!"
"Want me to stop Dream on!"
The student's expression was ferocious, and their attack was extremely fierce, like a butcher, wanting to dismember the monster.
Just an instructor from a first-level difficulty exam site, stepping on the rules anyway. What can you do
The bloodstain spread freely on the pristine tiles, just like the shards of glass scattered across the floor, unable to return to their former state.
"Why... why have you all become so cruel..."
The old man looked at the chaotic scene before him, his eyes filled with fear and sorrow, his hands trembling.
"Hmm, quite lively. It'll take some effort to finish it."
"Grandpa, how many credits can you get from killing one"
Looking at the soon-to-be-wrecked cooking classroom, the students' words were arrogant and even mocking.
A chaotic battle between humans and monsters raged, fueling their anger.
...in that very moment.
A classroom teeming with madness and malice.
The cries of the beasts and the stench of blood filled the air.
The old man's expression finally froze on his face.
Seeing the children he had carefully raised and protected, now being treated so cruelly, he understood.
Ah, I see.
It's indeed a different era now.
Nowadays, children are all becoming bad.
The old man turned silently, hunched over and with his hands behind his back, walked to the side of the classroom, as if he had understood something.
He opened the metal cabinet and took out a large scythe.
"Hee hee hee hee hee... It seems that young people today are so energetic. That's great..."
The old man smiled faintly, wielding the heavy scythe in his hand as if it were a twig. He swung it twice, creating ripples of air that hummed softly.
All at once, everyone stopped moving.
They felt a chill down their spine.
When they turned back.
The old man's eyes, now open, glinted with a crimson light. It seemed that the beast slumbering within him had awakened.
This teacher... is at least a sixth-rank.
and it was a terrifying kind.
Such a chilling aura, it seems like countless lives have been taken by these hands!
Isn't a cooking class just about using these beasts as ingredients
Although they admitted to being somewhat disrespectful to the teacher just now, why does he have signs of mania!
Accompanied by the sound of throats clearing one after another, and the slight scraping sound of footsteps unconsciously taking half a step back, the entire classroom erupted in an unimaginable cacophony once again.
"Instead of letting you inherit the future of Protoss, let me eradicate them for the Empire and clean up all of you!"
The old man's twisted facial muscles at this moment were like being possessed by an evil spirit, his hands wielding the scythe with a cruel laugh, his figure flickering like a ghost as he relentlessly slaughtered these hooligans who disrespected life.
Suddenly, several splashes of blood appeared in the classroom, and several figures collapsed to the ground.
The student who was caught up instantly had several grid-like blood lines appear on his body. They directly triggered the barrier's lock blood protection. Although his life was saved, this kind of injury that nearly split his body open wouldn't heal without lying in a hospital for several months.
"The teacher killed someone!!"
"Don't!"
After dozens of seconds.
Boom!
Boom!!
Boom after boom.
The once orderly and neatly arranged prop shelves were now lying crookedly on the ground. The exquisite glass, amber bottles and jars had shattered into a mess of fragments, scattered everywhere. The walls and ceiling were in disarray, with steel and marble alike being split to pieces.
The mana conduits and water pipes, cleaved by the scythe's blade, continue to erupt with electric cocoons and jets of water.
In the distance, only one classroom remains untouched by the tide.
"I said the curriculum should be changed like this, if teachers don't punish students, how can academic atmosphere be rectified."
Lanche turned his head and looked at Zestila with a rather lighthearted air, and remarked,
Now they should remember to respect their elders and love animals for the rest of their lives.
He was very pleased with the harvest and changes for both teachers and students.
"...."!
Zetaira didn't know what to say and just hugged the big fox tighter.
What school did you even graduate from!
(The End)
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