Chapter 10 Crisis

In the dim wooden hut, faint light flickered, like a cyclops watching everything, its blinking eye seeming to foreshadow the imminent explosion of conflict.

"No matter how many times you announce it, the result will be the same."

"We will not succumb to power and trickery. If you want to tear it down, try using force."

The head sister, Czerwony, said nothing, but her eyes turned cold, and she clenched her fists, with a tough sense of completely rejecting negotiation.

"Students, while we enjoy campus life, we also need to consider the safety of the residents of the royal capital."

Lanchi coughed twice and said friendly,

"According to the *Hutton Kingdom Fire Safety Law*, if you are not the owner of the house but insist on obstructing the national planning and demolition project, you may be detained for more than 15 days and fined more than one hundred pounds. Our intention is only to have friendly consultations with you and do not want to attract the executive force of the Hutton Kingdom Fire Department..."

As Lanchi spoke eloquently, the atmosphere in the club gradually became tense.

This group of fighters was completely unmoved.

Even if they were really detained, they would never be deterred by Lanchi's words today.

In short, they would rather be shattered jade than whole tiles.

Lanchi then stopped speaking.

Because he discovered that the Knights Academy seemed to have the potential to be outlaws, and the logic of the Sages Academy did not apply to them.

The arena fell into a critical point for a time, as if the next statement from both sides would determine the course of events today.

However.

Frey nodded towards Lanchi, meaning he could handle it.

The two quickly exchanged glances, as if they understood something.

Frey took off his sunglasses, hung them on his chest, and raised his hand quite rationally, pointing at Czerwony, the senior from the Knights Academy, and said:

"Since you think we are oppressing you with power, if I don't need any tricks and just use my strength to convince you, will you still find excuses to stay here, desecrate the soul of martial arts, and shamelessly obstruct the work of the student union?"

"What did you say...?!"

The fighters in the club were all angered by his words, and veins popped out on their foreheads.

Even the crimson-haired woman, Czerwony, clenched her fists.

"Hehehe..."

Czerwony, the leader of the fighters, sneered. As a sixth-level, her eyes were as sharp as blades, full of anger,

"Are you planning to defeat us through a duel?"

The Knights Academy does have a way to resolve disputes, which is a fair duel.

As long as both parties agree and choose to have a battle for the soul of martial arts, they must accept the consequences no matter what conditions are promised.

"Of course, we will solve the problem in the knightly way."

After hearing this, Frey's one-shaped mouth finally curled up slightly, revealing an absolutely confident smile,

"Although it may be a bit of a blow to you to say this, it is undeniable that none of you can defeat this great self."

His arrogant voice echoed in the dim arena, and his eyes stared directly at the strongest woman, obviously ready for any possible battle.

Boom!

Frey's words were drowned out by a loud noise. Czerwony stomped **** on the floor, and the entire wooden house shook as a result. Dust rose everywhere, and the oppression emanating from her was as terrifying as a beast.

"You're Frey, right... the number one freshman in the Knights Academy this year. I've heard of you, a genius with fourth-level strength when you entered the school, but you're stupid, you're not aware of the absolute difference in strength between me and a strong person like me."

Czerwony seemed to have been angered by him,

"Take back your arrogant remarks, kneel down here and apologize to me, and I can let you go."

Frey wore a puzzled expression. He cast a sympathetic look at this fighter senior and sighed softly,

"Are you shirking because you don't dare to challenge me?"

His tone was full of helplessness, as if he had already seen through the essence of martial arts and the level of the other party. Czerwony on the opposite side seemed to be struggling, and her anger and hostility seemed insignificant in his eyes.

"...Me? Challenge you?"

Czerwony laughed in anger, then she combed her crimson hair in front of her forehead, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Sure... it just so happens that we can have some fun now."

"Each side sends one person. If you win, I will offer the club with both hands. —But!"

"If you lose, you will never be allowed to disturb us again in the future, and you will have to deal with the school and the fire department yourself!"

Hearing Czerwony's unreasonable request, Hyperion subconsciously tugged on Lanchi's clothes. Her eyes clearly revealed the meaning of asking Lanchi to stop Frey.

Once they lose, the responsibility and price are not something that the three new student union members can decide and bear!

However, Lanchi just nodded slightly to Hyperion, with a calm face, as if everything was still under his control.

"Okay, I have no problem."

Frey answered Czerwony's challenge directly.

"Do you two agree too?"

Czerwony turned to look at Lanchi and Hyperion next to Frey. She didn't want any situation to occur where the student union members had different opinions and went back on their words.

"I will witness this friendly spar."

Lanchi replied in his elegant and composed manner, politely and reasonably.

His voice was full of a sense of authority that had exceeded the student union, just like the principal passing by, impromptu and justly presiding over justice for the students.

"I...agree too."

Hyperion finally looked at Lanchi again, gritted her teeth, and responded.

"Hahahaha, you three overestimating fools!"

Hearing that the three people's opinions were the same, Czerwony laughed heartily, as if victory was already in her grasp.

"Let me do it."

Frey and his partners smiled at each other. He looked calm and firm, like an old soldier on the battlefield, with a unique determination and a faint confidence on his face.

"No problem, I'm counting on you."

Lanchi is not very good at this kind of one-on-one arena. He often needs the help of his teammates, and although Hyperion is a fourth-level assassin, she is not very good at dealing with high-level fighters.

Although Hyperion didn't know Frey's fighting style, she had noticed earlier that Lanchi and Frey had a brief moment of eye contact.

It seemed that it was from then on that they both seemed to understand something and began to sing in harmony.

What's going on with this wonderful sense of tacit understanding...is there a team voice chat that she wasn't invited into?!

(End of chapter)