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Chapter 289: Lanchi's Deadly Performance in the Making
Chapter 289: Lanchi's Deadly Performance in the Making
Following Lanchi's demonstration, Zestila reached out gently and touched the top of the fox's head. A feeling of warmth and softness washed over her, and the great fox emitted a haughty yet affectionate sound, as if offering her a friendly welcome.
A ripple of indescribable joy stirred within Zestila.
She had never interacted with animals before.
The old teacher stood at a distance, watching these two students with the magical beasts, the scene freezing into a heartwarming tableau filled with love and understanding. He narrowed his already half-closed eyes and silently offered his sincere blessings and hopes for these two children in his heart.
If only all the students in this school were as good as them, he thought.
Just then, a bell rang outside the classroom, its tone deep and prolonged, imbued with a hint of magic that permeated through the walls, reaching every corner of the examination area.
When the bell tolled its last, the examination would officially begin.
As the main examiner, he would then inform the two students of the specific tasks they needed to complete during this exam.
Regardless of the outcome of this assessment, he was prepared to give these two students the highest possible scores.
However.
The prolonged tolling of the bell suddenly ceased.
Before the old teacher could utter a word, a cold gust of wind abruptly swept in, like a harbinger of an impending storm, tearing apart the warm and harmonious atmosphere.
The door was forcefully flung open, subjected to a violent impact.
Several students with invasive gazes barged into the classroom.
Their eyes reflected indifference and contempt, treating everything with disdain.
Without any sign or warning, without even glancing at the old teacher, they strode into the room and advanced towards Lanchi and Zestila, brimming with hostility.
Already fully geared up, these students entered a battle-ready state the moment the examination was about to commence. The weapons in their hands glinted with cold, cruel metallic luster, reflecting in their eyes a resolute killing intent!
However, the magical beasts were even more sensitive to this hostility and threat.
Sudden rage ignited in their eyes!
The initially peaceful and benevolent expressions instantly transformed into alertness and ferocity.
Like a conditioned reflex, they pounced on the intruding students.
In an instant, chaos reigned in every corner of the classroom!
Sounds of collision, roars, and the clashing of metal with fangs and claws filled the air as the magical beasts unleashed their innate strength and magic against this group of ill-intentioned thugs.
Zestila stood to the side, her eyes wide with fright.
She never expected this group to be so vicious.
According to the number of silhouettes in the corridor when they entered, they should have been the first wave of students, but they shouldn't have been this numerous or decisive!
Amid the chaos, a hint of worry flashed in Lanchi's eyes.
"Everyone, stop! These kids aren't aggressive!" Lanchi exclaimed.
The old teacher quickly stepped forward, entering the heart of the chaos, hoping to use his wisdom and experience to quell this unexpected turmoil.
Unfortunately, a student in front of him took a deep breath, pulled his right fist back to his abdomen, and then shot forward like an arrow, his entire body a projectile.
"Carotid Buster!"
Boom!
His first punch reverberated through the classroom, a thunderous blow that seemed to shake the very air and crashed into the magical beast's body.
However, it was actually the old teacher that he punched, sending him flying along with the beast, sliding several meters across the classroom floor.
While the magical beast seemed unhurt due to its sturdy physique, the same couldn't be said for the old teacher.
Zestila stood frozen, her mouth agape at the chaotic scene unfolding before her.
Lanchi wore an expression of distress, his arms crossed in a protective embrace.
He seemed troubled by the deplorable state of affairs where students attacked teachers.
"Everyone, stop!" the old teacher pleaded as he struggled to push himself up from the floor, but these frenzied students paid him no heed.
Having experienced violent challenges from hot-blooded students several times before, this was nonetheless the first instance of such a vicious assault.
If he were a decade or so older, that blow might have sent him to meet the Goddess.
How tragic.
With eyes open or closed, the old man sighed sadly.
Thinking back on the students over the years, what had become of them?
While such malicious acts had always existed, in recent years, the students had become increasingly violent and disrespectful.
Had they lost all sense of empathy, all regard for their elders? Despite the improved living conditions in the Empire, had the children's hearts truly degenerated to such an extent? The past was so much better.
Back then, not long after the Holy War had ended, people were united and full of brotherly love.
The old teacher's thoughts naturally drifted back several decades.
He recalled how pure and passionate the students of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy had been, brimming with hope for the future.
They had treated him with respect, not because of his strength on the battlefield, but simply because they shared the same aspirations.
He reminisced about their cheerful voices.
"Major, we will definitely learn how to raise magical beasts from you."
"What's the name of this little fox? It's so cute."
"I never expected that you, known as the Corpse Crusher on the battlefield, would be such a kind person. It really is the war's fault."
Everyone was harmonious and friendly...
It had felt just like that.
Even the more hot-tempered students would, at the risk of being reported, secretly rescue young magical beasts destined for the slaughterhouse, registering them for research purposes and protecting them.
Whenever he thought back on those days, a warm feeling filled his heart.
Why weren't there students like that anymore?
Well, there were still a few, like those two kind-hearted students.
As his thoughts wandered, time passed, and the classroom had become a battlefield.
What used to be an elegantly decorated room filled with various props and ingredients was now in disarray.
Licorice mixed with dust littered the floor, along with fallen feathers from the magical beasts.
The roars of the beasts and the angry shouts of the students blended into a deafening rhythm, a remnant of the Holy War that continued to haunt the Protoss Empire, a ghost of unresolved hatred.
Facing this tragic scene, the old man shook his head, feeling utterly disheartened, unable even to comfort the magical beasts he had loved and raised as his own children for so many years.
No, no.
I must not lose my temper.
I'm too old for that now.
The old teacher forced a smile, trying to reassure himself.
One day, the future of the Protoss Empire would be in the hands of the youth.
As a teacher, he shouldn't correct his students' mistakes with violent retaliation.
Just as he had realized early in his life, magical beasts couldn't be conquered through force.
Despite the chaos, his brows, pale beneath his white hair, still conveyed his innate kindness.
Just as he was about to try once more, using his old bones to reach out and try to enlighten these misguided students...
Clang!
The door was suddenly flung open, and a cabinet flew towards him, hitting him directly on the head, and the old teacher fell to the ground once more.
"Thank goodness this is a Level One classroom!"
"Kill them all!"
More students rushed in, their eyes gleaming with cruelty and greed as they looked at the chaotic cooking classroom. They seemed eager to dissect the ingredient magical beasts and claim those 130,000 credits.
(End of Chapter)
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