When Lance and Eden arrived at the training room, most of the people had already gathered. It was probably because they had learned a painful lesson in the previous class, so everyone was behaving extremely well.

However, muscular man Barton and his group of disciplined alphas seemed somewhat dissatisfied. When they saw Lance and Eden arrive, they gestured for them to come over.

"Lance, Eden, you've come at the perfect time. How about joining the team and challenging the instructor once more?" Barton patted Lance on the shoulder, and the force transmitted through his palm was anything but gentle. However, everyone knew that Barton was simply a muscular warrior with a straightforward personality, never one to mince words."

Last time, we underestimated our opponent. We were knocked down without even being able to execute a move.

Lance blinked his eyes and said, "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

"You said!"

Lance is quick-witted. He might have some good ideas.

"Lance, it's your turn to speak."

"I've received some news, and it's quite reliable. As for the source of the news, it needs to be kept confidential. Regarding Gray, he..."

"Hey, are you guys discussing how to beat me up?" Before Lance could finish speaking, Gray's deep voice suddenly overshadowed Lance's words. At the same time, the pheromones he had intentionally restrained suddenly surged out as if released, instantly stimulating these newly matured young men to instinctively release pheromones in resistance. However, the gap between the two was too large.

Just like a small cat facing a mighty lion, its fur may be bristling, but it poses no threat whatsoever.

The young lion with black eyes opened them wide, then spotted the little cat he had been searching for. Oh, it was still a beautiful little cat.

Withdrawing the overwhelming pheromones that oppressed the kittens, Gray's gaze swept past the pale-faced Lance. "Line up! You need permission to take leave and report!" His posture matched the command.

It's him. Lance Hurrell.

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Lance felt that he might be targeted, or... his true identity might have been exposed by Gray. But the former possibility was slightly greater, after all, he had offended this instructor from the very beginning.

"Ugh!" With a stifled groan, Lance stood up from the dusty ground of the training room. He took a deep breath, but unexpectedly, it aggravated the pain in his lower abdomen, causing him to cough softly a few times.

The scattered strands of his bangs stuck to the sweaty side of his face, and his once smooth long hair became messy. There were beads of sweat on his neck and face, making him look a little disheveled.

Lance gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hand and blinked his eyes, which were misted with tears due to the physiological pain. Then, he looked at Gray and said, "Continue."

No one had ever seen Lance in such a disheveled state before.

Wet and moist, no longer delicate nor clean, like an angel fallen from the city of the sky, tainted with dust and turned dirty, unable to maintain its usual elegance. It slightly hunches its back, slowing down the sense of pain.

But when you look into his misty, sea-blue eyes, his slightly bloodstained lips, and that adam's apple sliding with a hint of sweat, you suddenly snap back to reality and think, damn, he's sexy!

Gray also feels sexy. Men, after all, are only sexy when they bleed and sweat.

The board is unstable!

"Your punch is too slow!"

"Do you understand the concept of flexibility?!"

"I've even forgotten the basic moves!?"

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"Bang!" Lance became angrier and angrier as he fought, especially as his body became increasingly sore and he sweated more and more. He felt like he was going to explode! To make matters worse, this old man, Gray, knocked him down every time he tried to counterattack and verbally insulted him. All Lance could think about was kicking Gray hard and making him eat dirt, but in reality..."

With a loud "bang!", he was knocked down again.

Eden and Barton had long stopped their training, watching Grey and Lance spar. Well, to be precise... it should be said that Grey was unilaterally crushing Lance, his face showing signs of tension.

When Lance stood up, his face was extremely cold. He extended his fingertips to touch his lips, where the bloodstains were slightly smudged by the pressure of his fingertips, giving his originally pale lips a touch of color, which was quite eye-catching.

"Instructor Gray," Lance uttered each word with a tone that resonated like the deep and shallow merging of ocean blue eyes flickered with a fiery glint, "Class is over, we'll continue next time."