NOVEL Don't confiscate my identity as a human race Chapter 107 - 98 Lanci Encounters the Unreasonable Martial Artists_1

Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 107 - 98 Lanci Encounters the Unreasonable Martial Artists_1
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At the dimly lit top of the wooden cabin, a faint light flickered momentarily, like a cyclops eye watching over everything, its blinking gaze seemingly foretelling an imminent conflict.

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

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

Cervini, the leader of the group, didn’t say anything. Her gaze merely turned colder as she tightened her fists, a clear sign of an inexorable refusal to negotiate.

"Fellow students, while we enjoy our campus life, we also need to consider the safety of the residents of the Royal Capital."

Lanci cleared his throat gently and spoke amicably,

"According to the ’Hutton Kingdom Fire Safety Law’, obstructions to state-sanctioned demolition plans by those not possessing the property may result in detention for more than 15 days and fines exceeding a hundred pounds. Our intention is only to have friendly consultations with you, we do not wish to invite the enforcement troops of the Hutton Kingdom Fire Department..."

The atmosphere in the room became tense as Lanci explained his reasoning.

The group of fighters remained unfazed.

Even if they would be detained, they would definitely not be scared off by Lanci’s words today.

In summary, they would rather shatter than surrender.

Lanci then stopped speaking as well.

Because he realized that these students from the Knight College seemed to have potential to be outlaws and did not comply with the logic of the Sage Academy.

The hall suddenly plunged into a critical impasse, as if the next move from either side would determine where the day’s events would lead.

However.

Frey nodded at Lanci, signaling that he would handle it.

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

Frey removed his sunglasses, hung them on his chest, raised his hand logically, and pointed at the senior student from the Knight College, Cervini, and said:

"If you think we are suppressing you with power, then if I can make you admit defeat without any scheming, solely relying on my strength, would you continue to defile the Spirit of Martial Combat by clinging to this place and shamelessly hindering the student council’s work?"

"What the...?!"

Upon hearing these words, the fighters in the room were as if provoked. Their foreheads throbbing with rage.

Even the red-haired woman, Cervini, clenched her fists tightly.

"Heh. . ."

Leader of the fighters, Cervini, started laughing coldly. A sixth-order practitioner like her bore a gaze as sharp as a knife-edge, filled with anger.

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

There is indeed a way to resolve disputes in the Knight College, and that’s just through an honorable duel.

Once both sides agree to a duel, a fight betting on the Spirit of Martial Combat, they will respect the outcome of the duel no matter what conditions are made.

"Of course, we’ll handle it the knight’s way."

Upon hearing, Frey’s stern lips curled up into an extremely confident smile,

"Although this might be a bit of a hit to your pride, I can’t deny that there’s no one among you who can defeat me."

His arrogant words echoed in the dim hall, and his gaze was fixed on the strongest woman in the room, Cervini, clearly ready for any potential fight.

Boom!

Frey’s words were drowned out by a loud noise. Cervini stomped her foot heavily on the floor, the wooden cabin shook, dust flying, her intimidating aura was as horrifying as that of a savage beast.

"You’re Frey... this year’s number one freshman in the Knight College. I’ve heard of you, a genius with fourth-order strength when you entered school, but you’re foolish to not realize the absolute power difference between you and me."

Cervini seemed to be angered by him,

"Retract your arrogant statement, kneel and apologize to me here, I might still spare you."

Frey revealed a confused expression, his gaze on the fighter senior filled with pity, he gently sighed,

"Are you evading my challenge because you’re afraid?"

His tone was full of regret, as if he had already seen through the essence of martial arts and the level of the person in front of him. Cervini seemed to be merely struggling, and her anger and hostility seemed insignificant in his eyes.

"...Me? Challenge you?"

Cervini laughed in anger, she brushed her deep red hair from her forehead, the corner of her mouth carrying a touch of sinister grin.

"Why not...perfect timing for us to have some fun."

"One person each from both sides. If you win, I’ll hand over the club. But—"

"If you lose, never bother us here again. Also, you must handle the school and fire department on your own!"

Upon hearing Cervini’s outrageous demands, Hyperion subconsciously tugged at Lanci’s sleeve. Her eyes clearly indicating that Lanci should stop Frey. 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎

If they lose, neither the responsibility nor the consequences are things the three new members of the student council can make decisions on or bear!

However, Lanci just nodded slightly to Hyperion, his face remaining calm as if everything was within his grasp.

"Okay, I have no problem with that."

Frey directly agreed to Cervini’s challenge.

"Do the two of you also agree?"

Cervini turned her head to look at Lanci and Hyperion standing next to Frey, she did not want any disagreements among the student council members leading to excuses later.

"I shall bear witness to this friendly sparring."

Lanci, in his elegantly composed demeanor, responded tactfully.

His voice carried an authority that went beyond the privilege of the student council members and resonated like the school principal officiating over matters of justice for his students.

"I... agree."

After taking one last look at Lanci, Hyperion gritted her teeth and replied.

"Hahaha, you three overreached yourselves!"

Hearing the unanimous agreement of the three, Cervini burst into laughter, as if she had the game in her hands.

"I’ll handle it."

Frey and his partners exchanged smiles, he appeared calm and determined, like an old soldier on the battlefield, his expression filled with unique perseverance and subtle confidence.

"No problem at all. We’re counting on you."

In such a individual dueling stage, Lanci was not very adept, he often needed the help of a teammate. Although Hyperion was a fourth-order assassin, she wasn’t very good at dealing with high-order fighters.

Although Hyperion was not familiar with Frey’s fighting style, she had noticed earlier that Lanci and Frey had a brief moment of eye contact.

It seemed to be after that, the two of them, as if they understood something, started to play off each other.

What was this strange rapport all about? Did they leave her out of a chat group?!

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