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Chapter 290: Lanchi Suggests Upholding Academic Integrity
Chapter 290: Lanchi Suggests Upholding Academic Integrity
The classroom echoed with a cacophony of angry roars, both human and beast, metal clashing in a discordant symphony.
The unexpected intruders, driven by blind fury, fought indiscriminately against the once gentle magical beasts. Blades and claws glinted in the light, each swing filled with cold and ruthless intent, as if aiming to sever the very life force of their adversaries.
The eyes of the magical beasts blazed with rage, their massive forms leaping and crashing across the room, shaking the very foundation of the classroom with each landing.
They lashed out with sharp claws and fangs, ripping apart anyone who dared come close. Powerful tails swept across, sending students flying through the air before they crashed brutally to the ground, the impact reverberating through the room.
However, as more and more students joined the fray, the initially dominant magical beasts began to falter and their defenses weakened.
"Students..."
The elderly teacher, unsteady on his feet, raised his hand as if reaching for something, and spoke.
But the flood of students pouring in paid him no heed.
Their eyes reflected the desires that consumed them, having completely succumbed to the darkness within.
Still reeling from the impact, the teacher held his aching head and, with the greatest effort of his life, fought the urge to chastise these students.
Though the impulse to cut them all down had flashed through his mind, he forcibly suppressed it.
Patience, he told himself. These children meant no harm.
They had simply chosen the wrong way to approach the magical beasts.
The teacher coughed forcefully and then shouted with all his might, "Students, do not harm those creatures! They may look fierce, but if you are willing to communicate with them..."
However, the situation spiraled out of his control.
The footsteps in the corridor grew louder, as if everyone had discovered a treasure trove, and they surged into the room, drowning out his words once more.
These students, like a tidal wave, rushed in and immediately engaged the beasts in battle without hesitation.
What the teacher had initially perceived as a minor scuffle was now escalating into a one-sided massacre, with the magical beasts struggling to withstand the relentless assault.
"Students, please refrain from hurting these creatures! The assessment is not about conquering them!"
The teacher's eyebrows knitted together in distress as he pleaded desperately.
To no avail.
His voice not only failed to deter the students but also seemed to fuel their cruelty and excitement.
"I'll tear these damn ingredients to pieces! No need to thank me, old man!"
"Thinking you can stop me? Keep dreaming!"
The students' faces twisted with malevolence as they struck with extreme brutality, resembling butchers intent on dismembering their prey.
What could a mere Level One exam supervisor do? They were treading a fine line, exploiting the rules to their advantage.
Bloodstains spread freely across the once pristine tiles, mingling with the shattered glass that lay scattered, a stark contrast to the room's former order.
"Why... why have you all become so cruel..."
The teacher's eyes reflected his terror and sorrow as he witnessed the chaotic scene unfolding before him, his hands shaking.
"Heh, this one's feisty. It'll take some effort to bring it down."
"Hey, old-timer, how many points do we get for killing one of these?"
The students' arrogant and mocking words filled the air as the culinary classroom quickly descended into chaos.
Amid the chaos of the brawl between humans and magical beasts, tensions rose and tempers flared.
Just then, in the midst of this madness, a voice rang out.
The classroom was filled with the frenzied cries of the magical beasts and the splattering of blood.
The old man's expression finally froze.
As he watched the students he had nurtured and cherished, now being treated so cruelly, he understood.
It seemed that times had indeed changed.
The youth of today had gone astray.
The old teacher turned quietly, his back bent, his hands clasped behind him as he walked to the side of the classroom, as if he had just realized something.
He opened a metal cabinet and took out a large scythe.
"Hehehehe... It's wonderful to see such energetic young people these days..."
The old man smiled faintly, and the heavy scythe in his hand was brandished as if it were a twig, slicing through the air with a low, keening sound.
Suddenly, everyone froze.
They felt a chill down their spines.
When they turned around, they saw that the old man's eyes had taken on a dark crimson glow, as if a beast that had been slumbering within him had awakened.
This teacher... he was at least a Level Six!
And an incredibly formidable one at that.
The chilling aura that seemed to press against their faces suggested that countless lives had been taken by those hands!
But wasn't this culinary classroom meant for using these magical beasts as ingredients?
Although the students admitted that they may have been somewhat disrespectful to the teacher, why was he showing signs of going berserk!?
Amid the chorus of swallowing sounds and the faint friction of feet unconsciously taking half a step back, the classroom once again erupted into chaos.
"Instead of letting you inherit the future of Protoss, I should rid the empire of your evil! I'll chop you all up!"
At this moment, the old man's facial muscles twisted as if possessed by a demon. With both hands gripping the scythe, he swung it wildly, his cruel laughter filling the air as he mercilessly slaughtered these thugs who showed no respect for life.
In an instant, several blood-red flowers bloomed in the classroom, and a few figures fell to the ground.
Those who were caught by the teacher had several chessboard-like blood lines appear on their bodies, directly triggering the blood-locking protection of the barrier. Although their lives were saved, such severe injuries would likely take months to heal in the hospital.
"The teacher is killing people!!!"
"Noooooo!!!"
Several seconds later...
Boom! Boom!!
A series of loud explosions shook the room.
The once neatly arranged prop racks were now askew and toppled, and the delicate glass and amber bottles had shattered into pieces, scattering across the floor. The walls and ceiling were in disarray, and whether it was steel or marble, everything had been cleaved in two.
The magical energy recoil lines and pipes that were slashed by the scythe's blade continued to spew out electrical sparks and water jets.
In the distance, there remained a small untouched area in the classroom, untouched by the chaos.
"I knew it, changing the class like this would help. If teachers don't kill students, how can we maintain discipline?"
Lanchi turned to Zestila and sighed lightly,
"Now they will spend the rest of their lives remembering to respect their elders and love animals."
He was pleased with the changes in both the students and the teacher.
"......!?"
Zestila was at a loss for words and hugged the large fox a little tighter.
What kind of school did you come from?!
(End of Chapter)
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