The roars of humans and beasts intertwined, forming a cacophony of harsh, indistinguishable metallic clashes.
These uninvited intruders and the previously docile magical beasts blindly vented their fury in a battle where friend and foe were indistinguishable. Blades and claws flashed under the lights, each swing carrying a cold, ruthless killing intent, as though they meant to cut down every living thing in their path with a single stroke.
The magical beasts' eyes were filled with burning fury. Their enormous bodies leaped across the battlefield, and every landing shook the entire classroom.
They tore apart any enemy daring to approach with their sharp claws and fangs. Their powerful tails lashed out, sending student after student flying through the air before they crashed heavily onto the floor.
However, as more and more students joined the battle, the magical beasts' side, which had initially held the advantage, gradually began to collapse.
"Students..."
The old man staggered to his feet and raised a hand as if trying to reach for something.
But the greater wave of students rushing in paid him no attention.
Their eyes seemed to have long since been filled with desire, and they had completely lost to the demons in their hearts.
Still not recovered, the old man clutched his aching forehead from the earlier impact. With the greatest effort of his life, he restrained himself from scolding these students.
The urge to cut every one of them down had surged through him for an instant, but he had desperately suppressed it.
Patience. Be patient. These children mean no harm.
They're only using the wrong way to get acquainted with the magical beasts.
After coughing hard, the old man immediately tried to shout as loudly as he could:
"Students, don't accidentally hurt those children. They may look fierce, but as