Chapter 289: Lanqi's Killing Strike is Accelerating

Following Lanqi's demonstration, Zestira gently stretched out her hand and touched the top of the fox's head. Feeling warm and soft, the big fox made a cold but intimate voice, as if showing her a friendly welcome.

An indescribable ripple of joy suddenly surged in Zestira's heart.

She had never had any contact with animals.

The old teacher stood in the distance, watching the two students with the monsters. The picture was frozen into a warm picture, overflowing with love and understanding. He squinted his eyes slightly, and silently sent sincere blessings and hopes to the two children in his heart.

How great it would be if this school was full of good kids like them.

The old man thought to himself.

At this time, the bell outside the classroom finally rang. Its sound was low and long, with a bit of magic, able to penetrate the walls and spread to every corner of the assessment area.

When the bell ends, the assessment will officially begin.

As the chief examiner, he will also inform the two students of the specific content they need to complete in this exam.

Regardless of the results of this assessment, he was willing to give these two students the highest possible scores.

However.

The long-ringing bell suddenly stopped.

Before the old teacher could open his mouth to speak, a cold wind suddenly blew, as if it was a warning of a storm, and the warm and harmonious atmosphere was suddenly torn apart.

The door panel was suddenly overturned and suffered a severe impact.

Several students with aggressive eyes broke into the classroom.

There was indifference and contempt in their eyes, and they treated everything as nothing.

Without any sign or warning, and without looking at the old teacher, they stepped into the classroom and rushed towards Lanqi and Zestira.

They were already fully armed and entered combat mode the moment the test began. The weapons in their hands flashed with a cold metallic luster, reflecting their eyes, revealing a resolute murderous intent! However, the monsters were more sensitive to this hostility and threat.

A fire of anger suddenly burned in their eyes!

The originally calm and kind expression instantly turned into alertness and ferocity.

They pounced on the intruding students as if by instinctive reflex.

In an instant, chaos filled every corner of the classroom! The sounds of collision, roaring, and metal and claws colliding mixed together, and the monsters used their innate strength and magic to fight against this group of hostile villains.

Zestira stood aside, her eyes filled with fear.

She didn't expect this group of people to be so vicious.

According to the number of figures seen in the distant corridor when they entered the classroom, the first wave of students coming in should not have been so numerous and so decisive!

Amid the chaos, Lanqi's eyes were slightly worried.

"Students, stop it, these kids are not aggressive!"

The old teacher hurried forward into the center of the chaos, wanting to use his wisdom and experience to calm this sudden storm.

Unfortunately, in front of him, a student took a deep breath, slammed his right fist next to his abdomen, and then shot out like an arrow.

"Aorta-rupturing punch!"

Boom! His first punch, which shocked the classroom, resounded through the air and slammed into the monster's body like thunder.

However, it was actually the old man who came over to mediate the fight.

Suddenly, the old man and the monster were knocked away and slid several meters on the floor of the classroom.

The monster's body was very strong and seemed to be fine, but I didn't know about the old man.

Zestila looked at the chaotic scene with her mouth open in daze.

Lanqi had a distressed look on his face and crossed his arms.

It seems that he is worried about the decline of moral standards in society, such as students beating their teachers.

"Students, stop it!"

The old man struggled to stand up from the ground, but these crazy students ignored him.

I have had the experience of being violently challenged by hot-blooded students several times.

However, even so, this was the first time he had received such a vicious blow.

If he was a dozen years older, this move might have sent him to see the goddess.

How sad.

It was unclear whether the old man had his eyes open or closed, and he sighed sadly.

Speaking of the students in recent years, what happened to them?

Such vicious behavior certainly exists, but in recent years, students have become increasingly violent and arrogant.

Don't they have the ability to value people and things, be considerate, and respect their elders? Although the living conditions in the empire have improved, are the hearts of children really becoming more and more corrupt? How good it was in the past.

That was a time when the holy war had just ended and everyone was united and friendly.

Naturally, the old man's thoughts drifted back to decades ago.

At that time, the students of the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic were so pure, full of enthusiasm and burning with hope for the future.

They treated me with respect not because I was strong on the battlefield, but simply because they shared the same ideals.

He recalled their cheerful voices.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Major, we will definitely learn the knowledge of raising monsters from you."

"What's the name of this little fox? It's so cute."

"I didn't expect that you, who was called the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, would be such a kind person. It's really the war's fault."

Harmony and friendship...

It's just like this feeling.

Some students with hot tempers would risk being reported and secretly rescue the monster cubs that were about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, register them with scientific research licenses, and protect them.

Whenever I think back to those years, my heart feels warm.

Why are there no such students now?

There are still some, such as those two kind-hearted students.

In the brief moment of thought, time passed and the classroom had become a battlefield.

This was originally a room that was elegantly decorated and filled with all kinds of props and ingredients, but now it is in a mess.

The licorice scattered on the floor was intertwined with the dust and carried with it the fallen feathers of the monsters.

The roars of monsters and the roars of students mixed together, forming a deafening rhythm, which continued from the Holy War and gradually turned into the ghost of the Protoss Empire and the irreconcilable hatred.

Faced with this extremely tragic situation, the old man shook his head, as if he had completely lost the will to fight. He couldn't even hug the monsters that he had loved for many years and raised as his children.

No, no.

Can't get angry.

You are already old, how can you act on impulse?

The old man tried hard to force a smile and said to himself.

One day, the future of the Protoss Empire will be handed over to the hands of young people.

As a teacher, you should not use violence to correct students.

Just like he realized early in his youth, Warcraft cannot be conquered by force.

Thinking of this, the old man's pale eyebrows were still full of kindness.

Just when he was about to use his old bones to try to influence these lost students.

Clang!

The door was suddenly pushed open and a cabinet flew over. The old man was hit on the head by the cabinet and fell to the ground again.

"Luckily it's a level one classroom!"

"Start killing!"

More students rushed in and looked at the chaotic cooking classroom, their eyes flashing with cruelty and greed, sharpening their knives as if they couldn't wait to dismember all the ingredients and get the 130,000 credits.

(End of this chapter)