Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 285

Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General

Chapter 285 A Student’s Punishment

Galeb finally completed his mission and let out a soft breath after sitting down.

Frisked

“You are finally back. If you had not returned soon, Advisor Moore and I were both about to go look for you.”

The moment Julian sat down, Noah opened his mouth and proved dogs could not spit ivory.

“Yo, what happened to your mouth? The skin is broken. Did you bite yourself? Let me see. Why does it look a little swollen too…”

Seeing Noah still try to lean closer, Julian, whose hand had gotten used to slapping Orion, raised it and slapped Noah too.

Noah: “?”

No, seriously.

I was clearly concerned about you.

Why are you hitting people?

Then Noah saw Julian pause, as if he were very busy, pull out a small treatment device, and quickly heal himself with practiced efficiency.

Noah held his face and did not dare speak or ask.

He could only stare at the wolf cub beside him.

Then, speechless, he discovered that the cub’s eyes were actually bigger than his.

As Julian angrily put away the treatment device, Orion returned to the main platform looking perfectly human again.

All artistic formations had ended.

President Felix Lane announced that the parade had concluded successfully.

After the parade came the academy’s special arrangement, and the part countless imperial viewers had been waiting for: interaction between current students and famous alumni.

Most universities made friends through literature.

Military academies, naturally, convinced people through fists.

So the interactive segment of a military academy anniversary had many nicknames among StarNet users.

Officer Challenge.

Seniors, Please Advise.

Your Juniors Are Itching for a Beating.

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Senior? Exactly the One We Came to Hit.

Amid a rush of excited cheers, the arena screen spun rapidly.

A beam of white light dropped and landed straight on the Mecha Combat Department.

What did interstellar people watch when they wanted a fight?

Mecha combat, of course.

Spirit forms clawing at each other hurt too much.

How could that be better than mecha firepower roaring everywhere, or fists hitting metal hard enough to shake the ground?

Within five minutes, twelve Mecha Combat cadets were selected.

Every year was represented.

Half were Alphas, half Betas.

As a reward for their luck, they would have the chance to choose one famous alumnus, senior brother or senior sister, to brutally beat them.

Rogue cultivator Julian’s comment was simple.

“A fine case of students asking for hardship and cattle bringing their own torture devices.”

Noah: “…”

When it came to sparing absolutely no one, Emperor Julian truly was the undisputed authority.

As the twelve lucky geese chose the alumni they wanted to challenge, pieces of news about Julian quietly climbed up the rankings.

The shortest lasted one minute.

The longest lasted five.

The seniors did not merely refuse to give face.

It looked as if they had agreed to compete over who could end the match fastest.

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“Students are still students. They are not even new recruits yet. Sending them against officers is basically offering vegetables to the knife.”

Marston shook his head.

He did not look down on military academy students.

But before officers tempered by blood and fire, cadets were simply too fragile.

“What is fun about this? President Lane, can we get something more exciting?”

Harper was already irritated.

Watching the clumsy cadets below made her want to go down and punch them one by one.

And she was clearly not the only one bored.

Many lawmakers and nobles in the VIP section were bored too.

So was a certain crown prince who had been quiet for a long time.

Before President Lane could speak, Marcus Blackwell, one of the Five Speakers of the Council and the

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current head of the Blackwell family, opened his mouth from the VIP section.

“A centennial is not an ordinary anniversary. What is the point of only watching the children get crushed? Since so many senior brothers and sisters are here, should they not set a proper example for their juniors?”

Among the Empire’s major families, the Blackwells already counted as one of the most low-key

Marcus Blackwell bore the title of speaker, yet he almost never interfered with council affairs.

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