Chapter 92-2: Secret Assistance (2) |
As mealtime approached, Li Zheng and the others, led by Mad Sand, went to the medical room for full physical recovery and treatment, then headed toward the cafeteria.
However, this time Mad Sand did not allow them to enter first. Instead, he instructed the Icecrack descendants to go in ahead.
The reason had already been explained on the way.
He stated that the Icecrack race were royal descendants, whose ancestors had all been heroic warriors who fought and bled on the main battlefronts.
Every royal warrior had earned great military merit while reclaiming lost territory for the Anti-Tide Legion.
It could be said that the peaceful lives enjoyed by thousands of races under the Legion’s protection were bought with the lives of those royal warriors on the front lines.
Therefore, their descendants were entitled to special privileges.
In the future, this new generation of Icecrack youths would also bear the glory of the royal races and become core combatants of the Anti-Tide Legion.
After explaining, Mad Sand added.
None of the trainees from the Four-Eyed race, Poro race, or other groups voiced any dissatisfaction with this decision.
Clearly, they were all familiar with the Icecrack race and even showed a hint of respect as they looked at the Icecrack juniors.
Li Zheng and the others, however, didn’t care at all.
Let whoever eat first eat, but those Water Valley brats certainly wouldn’t be eating a single bite.
Rolling up their sleeves, Li Zheng and his group were already mentally preparing for another round of fighting that would have them spitting up bile.
Li Zheng turned his head and glanced at Elro, the leader of the Water Valley trainees, and saw Elro looking back at him, glaring fiercely.
In response, Li Zheng smiled, baring his white teeth.
“What are you staring at, huh? Looking for another beating?”
Elro was just about to reply when Mad Sand’s voice rang out.
“Get inside.”
They filed into the cafeteria. Li Zheng noticed the Icecrack trainees were already seated at a corner table and had begun eating.
He turned to Ghost Eye beside him.
“Ghosty, let’s start.”
Ghost Eye nodded expressionlessly, then lunged directly at Elro, targeting him for the opening attack.
The cafeteria battle broke out instantly.
In the midst of the brawl, a scene occurred that left Li Zheng and the others dumbfounded.
A new Iron-Faced race trainee was knocked into a food counter during the fight. A Brass race trainee pinned his head to the ground, and as he opened his mouth to yell, a piece of spiritual food accidentally entered his mouth.
Before the Brass race member could act, his own Iron-Faced racial kin immediately intervened, grabbing him and forcibly prying the food out of his mouth, their faces contorted as if constipated. It was clear that his accidental bite brought great shame to the entire race.
“So ruthless. These beasts care more about their race’s honor than their own lives.”
“Tsk tsk, he’s lucky they got it out. If he had swallowed, they probably would’ve punched his stomach until he vomited it back up with bile.”
“I don’t get it. If they’re so extreme, why did the Iron-Faced race submit to the Poro race?”
“Are you dumb? That’s because these aren’t their own training camp rules. They made this rule on the way here just to suppress us Snow Valley guys. It’s no different from how we’re cooperating with the Four-Eyed race now. This whole thing was set up to give us a hard time. You really think their own camp is all harmonious?”
“Cut the chatter, keep fighting!”
After this brief episode, the chaotic battle resumed.
The Icecrack juniors, quietly eating nearby, were all left wide-eyed by the scene.
Just then, a piece of roasted meat flew out from the brawl and landed squarely on the plate of one Icecrack junior.
Splat!
The roast landed on the plate, and all ten Icecrack juniors instantly stood up, glaring at both sides of the fight as if ready to devour someone alive.
Splat!
Another piece of spiritual food flew through the air, slamming into the wall beside their table, splattering juice everywhere.
“Sit down and eat,” Mad Sand said expressionlessly from the side.
“With all this noise, how are we supposed to eat?” the leader Ice Snow asked coldly, turning his gaze to Mad Sand.
“You sit and eat, of course. Do I have to teach you how to eat?” Mad Sand replied, arms crossed, not even looking at him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a chunk of spiritual vegetable root drenched in broth flew by and splashed on the Icecrack juniors’ luxurious robes.
“We are the descendants of the Icecrack race,” Ice Snow said in a deep voice, staring at Mad Sand.
“This is the training camp. You came here to observe training camp life, not to enjoy fine dining. What you’re seeing here is exactly the tone of our camp. If you can eat, then eat. If not, then don’t. Letting you enter early was already giving face to your elders.” Mad Sand showed no intention of yielding to Ice Snow’s pressure.
“According to the regula…”
“Enough. I am the rules here.”
“I refuse to accept this…” Ice Snow started, but Mad Sand had already stepped out of the cafeteria, clearly unwilling to listen further.
The cafeteria brawl continued.
Many of the trainees, after days without eating, were beaten to the point of vomiting bile as they fought, yet their attacks remained brutal.
“Enough! Stop fighting!”
Suddenly, Ice Snow’s shout rang out, drawing everyone’s attention.
After a brief silence, the fighting continued as if no one had heard him at all, completely ignoring this bunch of kids.
This made Ice Snow grind his teeth in rage. He shouted again.
“You despicable lowly races! You live under the protection of my people, and instead of gratitude…”
Before he could finish, a sauce-covered piece of meat came flying over.
It smacked Ice Snow square in the face, and the splattering sauce made him instinctively narrow his eyes.
When he reopened them, his sapphire-like eyes were filled with shock and incomprehension.
“Bastard! Don’t you see we’re busy? Who has time to listen to your speech?” Dirt Poor, face bruised, pointed at Ice Snow and cursed. Then he reached over to a nearby Night Hawk trainee and wiped the meat sauce onto his clothes.
This act stunned everyone present, and the fight came to a sudden halt.
Although they hadn’t wanted to bother with the Icecrack race earlier, everyone clearly understood the Icecrack race’s standing within the Anti-Tide Legion. Dirt Poor’s behavior was nothing short of a public insult.
This wasn’t something that could be called brave anymore.
It was suicide.