"Start!"
At Zyra's command, the two began their sparring match.
Lancelot remained motionless, while Peidasi took the initiative to attack.
He spread his arms wide, sharp claws extended, and mercilessly clawed at Lancelot's throat with incredible speed, leaving a clearly visible claw shadow in the air.
"Hmm?" Lancelot frowned. This Fax People was using a killing move right from the start.
This doesn't look like a friendly match.
"Huh? I've run into an idiot. That's fine, at least I don't have to do anything else." Zyra muttered to herself.
As Epic- level powerhouse, she was no ordinary teacher. She came to teach partly to observe Lancelot up close and see just how good this boy, whom Mona had her eye on, really was.
Secondly, it would be best to take this opportunity to connect Lancelot with the Fax People and create conflict between them.
"Fax People, Blood Clan, you've had your fill of this all these years, haven't you?" A cold glint flashed in Zyra eyes as she thought to herself.
Bang!
The dull thud of flesh colliding echoed through the classroom.
"What?" Peidasi' pupils constricted as he looked at Lancelot, who had effortlessly blocked his attack, and a feeling of shame and anger welled up inside him.
This boy, who grew up surrounded by countless words of praise, found it hard to accept that his hard-earned fighting skills had been so easily cracked by a human.
Even if this person is the champion of the Joint Entrance Examination, it's still not acceptable!
"Again!"
Peidasi's eyes hardened, and a black-winged behemoth seemed to flash within his scarlet pupils. Strands of stiff black hair appeared on his skin, and sharp fangs protruded from his upper lip.
"Oh no! That idiot Peidasi! It was just a friendly spar, why did he use his bloodline power?!" Huaxi's expression changed, and he stamped his feet in anxiety.
The other companion beside him, however, disagreed, "So what? Our identities aren't anything to hide."
"You don't understand. Physical appearance is the most obvious factor in distinguishing different races..." Huaxi sighed.
For millennia, racial differences between humans and other races have been a major concern for the upper echelons of any group.
Even if they had a close honeymoon period, different races are still different races, with huge differences between them in terms of life forms and ideologies.
Not to mention, Blood Clan were once humanity's natural enemy.
Sure enough, when Peidasi's appearance changed, the way the students in the classroom looked at him changed again.
That look in his eyes was filled with rejection, even disgust.
Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.
This statement is essentially a natural law, independent of human will.
Just like how humans can never consider pigs and dogs as their own kind.
In the Astral Realm, there are numerous civilizations with diverse races.
However, no matter how much time has passed, racial conflict remains one of the most troublesome problems within these mixed civilizations.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After activating his bloodline power, Peidasi' strength increased dramatically. He attacked wildly, his black-furred body moving as fast as a ghost, with incredibly high agility. Blood-red energy blades flickered from his claws, and every move he made produced a shrill, piercing sound—the sound of air being torn apart.
Such a fierce and ruthless attack would be difficult for even an ordinary Fifth-Tier Transcendent to withstand.
Although this Blood Clan youth is arrogant, he has the right to be arrogant; otherwise, the higher-ups of the Fax People would not have sent him to the Holy Sword Academy for further study.
If assessed using the Alliance's potential rating system, Peidasi's potential also reaches SS; there are no more than five students in the classroom who can directly challenge him.
However, Lancelot was one of them, and the strongest one at that.
Throughout, Lancelot's expression remained remarkably calm, like a vast, unfathomable ocean, effortlessly deflecting all of Peidasi's attacks with apparent ease.
"Damn it, damn it! I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Just a mere human!" Peidasi's mentality was about to collapse. The sense of powerlessness that welled up in his heart disgusted the Blood Clan boy. He hated this feeling.
"Wheel of the Blood Moon!"
Wow!
With a sharp, piercing shriek from Peidasi, a pair of black bat wings unfurled from his back, followed by the rising of a blood-red moon, casting an eerie crimson glow.
Things illuminated by the light began to gradually corrode, developing red and black spots.
Lancelot, enveloped in the light, felt his skin tighten, his Blood Qi boil uncontrollably, and his veins twist wildly, like uncontrollable insects or snakes, as if they wanted to tear his skin and crawl out of his body.
"Absolute Control!"
With a low shout in his mind, Lancelot entered a state of Absolute Focus, instantly suppressing the abnormal movement of his flesh and blood by relying on his cellular-level body control.
At the same time, his gaze toward Peidasi turned dangerous.
Using active talent abilities goes beyond the scope of mere combat and sparring.
"You're asking for it!" Lancelot sneered, no longer holding back.
Previously, he had considered Peidasi's status and didn't want to go too far.
The racial tensions within the Alliance are a major vortex, and Lancelot is trying his best to avoid getting involved.
However, repeated concessions only resulted in more escalation of the situation.
Then hit him hard!
With a thought, Lancelot stepped forward and threw a punch, blue-purple lightning covering his fist, ultimately forming a wildly spinning drill.
Boom!
The punch was thrown out like Thunderclap from a clear sky, with a surging sound and a sweeping airflow, its power astonishing.
"Wow, Old Lan's really going all out." Rongside leaned back, his golden hair blowing backward in the blast of air, his tone gloating.
The other students were also shocked by the power of Lancelot's punch.
Not to mention Peidasi, who faced that punch head-on.
In the perception of this Blood Clan boy, Lancelot in front of him no longer seemed to be a human, but had become a towering mountain. As the mountain shifted, the entire world seemed to tilt, with lightning flashing, thunder roaring, and storms raging, creating an apocalyptic scene.
Faced with all this, Peidasi trembled and was slightly stunned.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lancelot punched him in the abdomen. The sharp force of the punch pierced through Peidasi's back and left a dent in the wall several meters away.
Pfft!~
After taking that punch, Peidasi coughed up blood, staggered, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.
"Alright, that's enough of our sparring."
Only then did Zyra's voice come through. She looked at Lancelot with interest and said, "Not bad willpower."
With Zyra's insight, she could certainly see that the reason Peidasi was stunned was because he was overwhelmed by Lancelot's powerful willpower, and his consciousness was involuntarily drawn into the illusory world created by the latter.
To put it more mysteriously, it means being captivated by the mind, spirit, and intent of the fist, thus creating an opening.
That's why she praised Lancelot's willpower.
Lancelot glanced at the teacher, feeling that everything that had happened today was somehow connected to him, but he had no evidence, so he could only remain silent.
Seemingly sensing Lancelot's emotions, Zyra raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at him, and then turned her gaze to the Blood Clan boy, Peidasi.
"Did I say this was a friendly sparring match? Why use your bloodline talent?" Zyra said coldly, her face icy.
Peidasi gritted his teeth, remaining silent, his eyes fixed on Lancelot.
"Hmm? I'm asking you a question. Why did you use your bloodline talent? Answer me!" Zyra's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and an overwhelming and terrifying aura pressed down on Peidasi. The latter was forced to the ground with a thud, his pale face turning red. He wanted to say something, but it was as if something was blocking his mouth.
Just then, Huaxi stepped forward and said sincerely, "Professor Zyra, Peidasi has realized his mistake and asks for your forgiveness for his previous offensive behavior."
"Hmph, ignoring your teacher's questions is rude. And this time in the sparring match, you actually used your bloodline talent. What does that mean? Are you trying to murder me? I'm deducting 100 credits from your account. If you do it again..."
Zyra her eyebrows, gave a cold shout, and unleashed her oppressive aura. Peidasi immediately gasped for breath, his head bowed, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment.
"Sooner or later, sooner or later..." Peidasi roared in his heart.
"Alright, the sparring session is over. You can all leave now, except Lancelot, who will stay behind." Zyra waved her hand, and the students dispersed.
Huaxi and another Blood Clan boy helped Peidasi slowly leave.
After watching them completely leave the classroom, Zyra suddenly asked, "Do you think Blood Clan and humans can still coexist peacefully?"
"I don't know," Lancelot said calmly.
"Heh, is it that you don't know, or that you don't want to say?"
"Have no idea!"
"Tsk, what a cunning boy. No wonder our Mona was still thinking about you before she went into seclusion."
"Mona?" Lancelot's expression shifted slightly. "Professor Zyra and Minister Mona are..."
"Couples," Zyra said without hesitation.
"..."
Lancelot's expression stiffened slightly, and the image of the gentle and kind Mona involuntarily surfaced in his mind, along with this teacher Zyra...
It seems... it appears they're quite a good match?