Bang bang bang bang bang!
Zhang Fan covered his chest with both arms and retreated repeatedly.
Sometimes, numbers can indeed compensate for a lack of strength. One wolf cannot kill a lion, but a pack of wolves can.
"You should give up," the Crescent Moon Guard member said, not giving chase, but continuing to persuade him. "You are indeed very strong, as you could see from your duel with the captain just now. But..."
"That's all," another member of the Crescent Moon Guard said. "If Captain Nie Yun were to face two of us, our chances of winning would be about 50/50."
"We have nine men now, you can't win."
"Pah!" Zhang Fan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "Does having more people mean having more power? Then why do I see the majority of the students in the academy being commoners, while they have to endure the oppression of the very few noble students?"
“There’s no comparison, we…” The Crescent Guard members wanted to argue.
"Do you really want to become nobles that much?" Zhang Fan interrupted him. "You are also from commoner families, and among the best of them. You should be standing on the side of commoners, but instead you are standing on the opposite side, acting as henchmen for the noble children to show off their power against commoner students. Why is that?"
"..." The Crescent Moon Guard members fell silent for a moment.
“Hehe, let me speak for you.” Zhang Fan pointed at Alice and laughed, “Because standing next to that little bitch is your shortcut to the aristocracy.”
The members of the Crescent Moon Guard felt their faces burning. This was an obvious truth, but no one in the academy had ever said it aloud.
The commoners standing next to the aristocratic students in the stands also lowered their heads in shame. Approaching the aristocratic students, flattering and currying favor with them to pave the way for their future after graduation was an unspoken rule within the academy, even regarded as a shortcut, and no one thought there was anything abnormal about it.
"Your desire for a better life is commendable, but you've used the wrong methods." Zhang Fan looked up and surveyed the entire fighting arena. These words were addressed to the Crescent Moon Guard, and also to all the trainees. "Moreover..."
"That's it? Just this much trash and parasites?" Zhang Fan pointed at the aristocratic youths opposite him. "What's so great about it?"
"You're the parasite!" Alice, on the other side of the ring, was like an enraged little lion. "People like you, ungrateful, lowly scoundrels, are the real parasites of society!"
"What grounds do you have to slander us?" Alice demanded aggressively. "We are the ones who created Ryan's prosperity! We are the ones who invented convenient technology! We are the ones who govern this country! We are the ones who are doing all of this!"
"Without the charity of us nobles, you wouldn't even be able to survive in Ryan!"
"Tsk tsk tsk." Zhang Fan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. "Is this the so-called aristocratic education you received since childhood? In your eyes, the efforts of commoners to achieve a better life are nothing more than the charity of the aristocracy?"
“Isn’t that so? That’s how the division of labor works in society!” Alice continued her long-winded explanation of the values she had been taught since childhood. “We nobles use our wisdom to make the world a better place, while the ignorant commoners use their labor to earn what they need to survive.”
"Do you think it's easy for us nobles? You haven't seen it. My father often works until after midnight to deal with the affairs of you commoners! He doesn't even eat a single bite of the snacks the servants make! Do you know how hard he works so that you can live a better life!"
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Zhang Fan chuckled to himself.
So, in this little bitch's eyes, being busy until midnight and not being able to eat the snacks made by the maid is considered hard work?
Perhaps for a pampered aristocratic girl who eats her snacks before 9 p.m. every night and goes to bed, this is indeed quite tiring.
Isn't this a vivid illustration of the imperial family's "Why don't they eat meat porridge?" attitude?
“Let me tell you what a noble should be like,” Zhang Fan interrupted Alice, speaking with a touch of nostalgia. “On a blue planet, there was a noble girl. She was a true princess, not someone with a title like yours, but one that her people gave her spontaneously.”
"She was willing to betray the whole world for her people! She was willing to endure the condemnation of thousands without complaint, and even refused to offer a single explanation. And in the most desperate time for her country, she resolutely shouldered the responsibility of leading the country to atone for its sins and emerge from the shadows."
"That's true nobility! Her beauty is incomparable to that of a pretentious little bitch like you!"
“In Milan, there’s a young nobleman named Brandon, but you probably don’t know him.” Zhang Fan’s gaze was fixed on the nobleman across from him. “After all, his family didn’t have hereditary privileges; they earned their status through their own efforts.”
"Although he was a nobleman, he still made friends with commoners! He still upheld his integrity and righteousness! He was a reliable comrade who would lead the charge against the invaders' positions to cover the escape of his wounded comrades!"
"That's what you call nobility!"
"What were you doing when the Fas Khan army was facing a formidable enemy?"
"What were you doing while the people of Milan were fleeing in panic and fighting back?"
"You bully and oppress your classmates from the commoner class by abusing your fathers' power!"
"You are playing with other people's lives! You are ruining the futures of those commoners you don't respect, and driving away future warriors who might be charging on the battlefield from the academy!"
"You sons of bitches, apart from wearing expensive clothes, what makes you even remotely related to the word 'aristocrat'? You dare call yourselves aristocrats?"
"Bullshit!"
quiet.
A deathly silence.
The atmosphere inside the fighting arena was eerily quiet.
The civilian trainees from the six training camps in the stands couldn't help but clench their fists.
Many of them were also third-year students. The closer they got to graduation, the more cautious the civilian students became, as if walking on thin ice.
Faced with the arrogance and domineering attitude of the aristocratic transfer students, most commoner students could only swallow their anger and even have to go against their conscience and try to curry favor with them.
Zhang Fan's words made them realize the truth.
Indeed, when they graduated from fourth grade and went to the battlefield, their comrades would not be among these aristocratic children.
Since the invasion of Ryan by the Fas Khan army, countless fourth-year students have died on the battlefield, but the names of noble children are rarely seen on the list of the victims. However, they are often seen at the various promotion ceremonies held every year.
"What are you!" Alice's face was frosty. "How dare you, a lowly commoner, judge us nobles!"
"Kill him! I don't want to see his disgusting face again!"
Alice had given the order, and upon hearing it, the Crescent Guard did not step forward; instead, they took a few steps back in alarm.
Huh? When did my verbal skills become so impressive?
Zhang Fan was somewhat surprised. Could a long lecture have scared the other party away?
However, Zhang Fan soon discovered that the Crescent Moon Guard's retreat was not due to his verbal sparring, but rather because of what was behind him...
All of the more than one hundred students in Class 1, Grade 3 of Training Camp F, including the girls, have already stepped onto the ring.
"What do you want?" Alice panicked a little, but still used threats to show her strength. "None of you want to graduate?!"
“Princess Alice, you said before the competition, ‘Our people can come up at any time,’” a female student from Class 3-1 stepped forward and said. “If you’ve forgotten so quickly, I suggest you watch the recording of the fight.”
"You, you all..." Alice was speechless for a moment.
"Hahaha!" Zhang Fan laughed loudly. "Thanks! But don't make a move, I haven't fallen yet."
"Fan, don't follow Nie Yun's example," a female student beside him said worriedly. Although it had only been a few days, Zhang Fan, the transfer student, had already been fully accepted by the class.
"It's okay, I know what I'm doing."
“Keep going, all nine of you come at me together.” Zhang Fan waved to the other side, “This time it’s not about winning or losing, I’m here to teach you a lesson.”
"A team without faith is useless no matter how many people it has."
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