The roars of humans and beasts intertwined, forming a cacophony of mixed, ear-splitting, and indistinguishable metallic clashes.

This group of uninvited guests and the previously docile magical beasts blindly vented their anger in a battle where friend and foe were indistinguishable. Blades and claws gleamed in the light, each swing carrying a cold and decisive killing intent, as if to sever all life that stood in their way.

The eyes of the magical beasts were also occupied by burning rage. Their huge bodies leaped across the battlefield, and each landing shook the entire classroom.

They tore apart enemies who dared to approach with their sharp claws and teeth, and their powerful tails swung out, throwing students into the air, before slamming them hard onto the floor, creating heavy thuds.

However, as more and more students joined the battlefield, the magical beasts, which had initially held the advantage, gradually began to show signs of defeat.

"Students..."

The old man staggered to his feet, raising his hand as if trying to reach for something, and spoke.

But the swarm of students rushing in paid him no heed.

Their eyes seemed to have been filled with desire, completely succumbing to the devils in their hearts.

The old man, still recovering, clutched his forehead, which throbbed from the earlier impact, and with the greatest effort of his life, he managed to refrain from scolding the students.

Although the impulse to chop all these students down had surged in his heart for a moment, he desperately suppressed it.

Patience, be patient. These children have no malice.

They are just using the wrong way to get to know the magical beasts.

The old man coughed heavily, then tried to speak loudly:

"Students, don't accidentally injure those children. They may look fierce, but as long as you are willing to communicate with them..."

But the situation exceeded his expectations.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor became more and more obvious, like everyone had discovered a treasure, and they poured in uncontrollably, drowning out his words again.

These students, rushing in like a tide, didn't even ask before starting to fight with the magical beasts.

What he had previously thought was just a small-scale skirmish was now quickly turning into a one-sided affair, and even the magical beasts were barely able to withstand the onslaught.

"Students, please don't hurt these children! The purpose of the assessment is not for you to conquer them!"

The old man's eyebrows were almost knotted together in anxiety, as he shouted.

Useless.

His voice not only failed to stop the students from attacking.

Instead, it made them use force even more cruelly and excitedly!

"I'm going to dismember these damn ingredients! You don't have to thank me, old man!"

"Want me to stop? Dream on!"

The students' expressions were extremely狰狞 (zheng ning - ferocious), and they attacked with extreme ferocity, like butchers, wanting to dismember all the magical beasts.

What could a mere teacher from a first-level difficulty test venue do? They were stepping on the rules.

Bloodstains spread freely on the once-white floor tiles, and like the shattered glass all over the ground, they could not return to their past state.

"Why... why have you all become so cruel..."

The old man looked at the uncontrolled chaotic scene, his eyes filled with horror and sadness, his hands trembling.

"Heh, quite energetic, it'll take some effort to kill it."

"Old man, how many credits do you get for killing one?"

Looking at the cooking classroom that quickly turned into a mess, the students' arrogant and even mocking words continued.

A chaotic battle between people, and between people and magical beasts, had caused their anger to surge.

Just in those words.

Amidst the madness and malice of the classroom.

The sounds of blood and the howls of magical beasts rose and fell.

The old man's expression finally froze on his face.

Looking at the children he had carefully raised, and would not allow anyone to hurt, now being treated cruelly, he understood.

So that's how it is.

Indeed, times have changed.

The children of today have all turned bad.

The old man quietly turned around, hunched over, and walked to the side of the classroom with his hands clasped behind his back, as if he had figured something out.

He opened a metal cabinet and took out a large scythe.

"Hehehehe... It's great that the young people of today are so energetic..."

The old man smiled slightly, and the heavy scythe in his hand was swung around twice as easily as a wooden branch, creating a series of low hums in the air.

Suddenly, everyone's movements stopped.

They felt a chill down their spines.

When they turned around.

They discovered that the old man's opened eyes were flashing with dark red light, as if the beast sleeping in his body had awakened.

This teacher... is at least a sixth-order.

And the terrifying kind.

The cold killing intent that was about to hit them in the face probably came from someone who had countless lives on their hands!

But isn't the cooking classroom for using these beastly magical beasts as ingredients?

Although they admitted that they were somewhat disrespectful to the teacher just now, why was he showing signs of狂化 (kuang hua - berserking)?!

Accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva, and the slight friction sound when their feet subconsciously took half a step back, the entire classroom erupted in an incomparably chaotic sound again in an instant.

"Instead of letting you inherit the future of the Protoss, I'd rather eliminate harm for the empire and clean you all up!"

The old man's facial muscles were now distorted as if possessed by an evil spirit, and he wielded the scythe with both hands, accompanied by cold laughter, his figure constantly massacring these violent thugs who had no respect for life like a ghost.

Several splashes of blood splattered in the classroom in an instant, and several figures fell to the ground at the same time.

The students who were caught up by him instantly had several checkerboard-like blood lines appear on their bodies, directly triggering the blood-locking protection of the barrier. Although they saved their lives, such injuries that made it feel like their bodies were about to be split open would probably not heal without lying in the hospital for a few months.

"The teacher is killing people!!"

"No!!"

Dozens of seconds later.

Boom!

Boom!!

A series of loud noises.

The originally orderly and neatly arranged prop shelves were now tilted and fallen to the ground, and the exquisite glass and amber-colored bottles and jars were also broken into a pile of wreckage, scattered sparsely. The walls and ceiling were a mess, and both steel and marble were split open.

The magic circuit lines and water pipes that had been cut open by the scythe's blade were still constantly bursting with electric sparks and water columns.

In the distance, only a piece of the classroom remained untouched.

"I said the class should be changed like this. If the teacher doesn't kill the students, how can the school spirit be upright?"

Lan Qi turned his head to look at Zesitila, and said with a rather relaxed sigh,

"Now they should remember to respect teachers and love animals for the rest of their lives."

He was very pleased with the teacher's and students' gains and changes.

"...!?"

Zesitila didn't know what evaluation to make, and hugged the big fox a little tighter.

What kind of school did you come from?!

(End of this chapter)