Stephanie had a similar expression, perhaps even more pronounced.
Seeing this, Lancelot was not surprised.
Within the Crimson Alliance, the reputation of the Fax People has plummeted in recent years.
The race that was once hailed as the pride of the Alliance has now become almost like rats crossing the street, hated by everyone.
Especially after the economic crisis more than two decades ago, some Alliance citizens even called for the expulsion of the Fax People.
If this had happened a hundred years ago, such remarks would have vanished without a trace as soon as they appeared.
The speaker will almost certainly be invited for questioning by the government.
After all, in that era, Fax People were "politically correct" and absolutely could not be slandered.
But now, the Mela People who proposed the slogan is not only alive and well, but has also become an "expert," frequently invited to various talk shows to promote his theories, and his following is growing.
Judging from this glimpse, the attitude of the Alliance government is self-evident.
"Hmph! These vampires can get the admission qualifications we worked so hard for without even participating in the Joint Entrance Examination. Where is the fairness in the Alliance?" Some students whispered among themselves, but everyone present was Transcendent with excellent hearing, and they all clearly heard what this student said.
Most importantly, a large number of students nodded in agreement, and their gazes toward the few Fax People grew increasingly hostile.
The three Fax People noticed what was happening, and a flash of anger crossed their faces simultaneously. Their eyes turned terrifyingly dark. One of them took a small step, about to do something, but was immediately pulled back by his companion.
The three of them eventually walked silently to a corner, as if they had been abandoned by the world.
"Huaxi, why are you stopping me? That guy was obviously saying that on purpose for us to hear. He should be taught a lesson," a Fax People on the left said angrily.
His words did not travel; this is a special talent of the Fax People —the ability to communicate using infrasound.
The Fax People named Huaxi said in a deep voice, "Why should I stop you? Foolish, Peidasi, do you want to take on a hundred of us?"
"So what? These humans are utterly despicable. In just over twenty years, have they already forgotten our contributions to the Alliance?"
"If it weren't for the Blood Ancestor bringing back a wealth of technological data from another dimension, could these humans have built such a prosperous technological empire in just a thousand years?" said the Fax People named Peidasi indignantly.
In his view, humans are all ungrateful wretches; it's just an economic crisis, why such a huge reaction?
Upon hearing Peidasi's words, Huaxi remained silent, not wanting to waste his breath on this brainless fool.
The conflict between humans and the Fax People has a long history, but it hadn't erupted before because the rapid pace of development and prosperity had masked too many things.
It wasn't until the economic crisis broke out that some long-standing contradictions suddenly erupted. Coupled with the covert instigation of certain forces and the Revival Society the troublemaking organization, the situation became increasingly tense.
Right and wrong are just concepts in a child's mind.
For powerful forces, there is only profit!
Five or six minutes passed in this eerie silence before the combat instructor finally arrived.
She wore a tight-fitting black and red combat suit, her figure was incredibly hot and exaggerated, her wheat-colored face was exquisitely beautiful, she wore black eyeshadow, and her short, ear-length hair made her look capable and neat. She was full of energy and had an irresistible charm.
"Wow, so beautiful, so elegant, I think I'm in love." Rongside looked on with a lovesick expression, his attention instantly shifting from the three Fax People to stare intently at the young woman.
Not only him, but almost everyone in the classroom was stunned. Regardless of gender, they all stared at him, including the three Fax People.
Lancelot frowned slightly. For some reason, he felt that his teacher was watching him, even though the teacher wasn't looking at him.
illusion?
Lancelot shook his head, unsure.
"Hello everyone, I'm Zyra, your instructor for this combat sports class!"
Zyra smiled and glanced around, her gaze silently sweeping over Lancelot and the three Fax People, a hint of ill intent flickering deep within her eyes.
"Zyra? What a beautiful name," Rongside murmured to himself, his eyes practically glued to Zyra.
"It's over, this child's gone mad." Stephanie shook her head, her pretty face full of pity.
After a brief introduction, Zyra began her lesson.
"What is combat? It's simple: using everything you can as a weapon, including your own body, hands, feet, elbows, knees... even your head. When necessary, these can all become deadly weapons..."
"Now, follow me and practice the basic fighting moves..."
Time passed slowly Zyra taught diligently. With half an hour left in the class, she stood with her hands behind her back, looking at her students.
"To test the results of this lesson, I need to randomly select a few groups of people to practice in pairs."
"Now, let's begin selecting people."
"You, you, and you... all four of you come up here."
Lancelot raised an eyebrow, stepped out, and was among the people Zyra had called.
Of the Fax People, the one named Peidasi was also called up, while Lancelot didn't recognize the other two students.
"You two go first!" Zyra pointed at the two students.
The two separated by five meters, and at Zyra's command, they began to fight.
Five minutes passed quickly.
Zyra stopped the two from fighting, pointed out some problems, and gave them some pointers before letting them rejoin the team.
"Now it's your turn, you two." Zyra smiled sweetly, like a blooming flower, stunningly beautiful.
Lancelot walked calmly to the battlefield, his steps slightly off-center, standing perfectly still, appearing relaxed and at ease, but in reality, he was like an impenetrable sphere, leaving no room for error.
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. Zyra's beautiful eyes brightened slightly as she thought to herself, "No wonder Little Nana has her eye on her; this positioning..."
Across from him, Peidasi looked at Lancelot. He recognized the champion of the Joint Entrance Examination, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he was eager to try and threw a few provocative glances at Lancelot, leaving the latter confused. He hadn't provoked this guy at all.
What Lancelot didn't know was that the recent encounter had made Peidasi desperate to strike at the human students in the classroom, and to do so quickly and effectively, defeating Lancelot, the champion of the Joint Entrance Examination, was undoubtedly the best option.
"Hmph, the human Joint Entrance Examination's champion? Let me show you the fighting skills of the Morgan Family. If it weren't for the family's prohibition against participating in the Joint Entrance Examination..."