"I am putting this on the record right now. Without concrete evidence, a single anonymous letter means nothing."
"No one gets to casually smear my Elyndorian students."
Seeing the Elyndorian team standing united and immovable, Phelps immediately fanned the flames. "Chief Arbiter, look how arrogant they're being. They're definitely hiding something."
"If they were innocent, why would they fight so hard to stop a simple search?"
"I bet Serena Lancaster is in there disposing of the drugs right now!"
"Every second you waste is just helping her cheat."
Voss was already embarrassed by Caleb's verbal beatdown. Driven by a mix of shame and rage, he waved his hand aggressively. "Security! Drag these arrogant kids out of the way! If they resist, write them up for obstructing tournament proceedings!"
The burly security guards lunged forward, roughly grabbing at Lydia Brooks and Caleb Sommers.
Lydia clung to the doorframe, tears welling in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and refused to yield. "You can't go in!"
Caleb braced himself, taking the brunt of the physical force.
But in the end, they were just students.
They were no match for grown, professional muscle.
In seconds, the two were violently yanked away from the door.
Seeing this, the rest of the Elyndorian team panicked and rushed forward to help.
But no matter how youthful and spirited they were, they were academics and researchers. Their physical strength was limited. They were easily overpowered.
"Thud!"
"Ugh!"
Cries of shock and muffled groans echoed down the hall.
Students were shoved aside, stumbling to the floor. Skin scraped against the carpet.
Someone slammed shoulder-first into the wall, turning pale from the pain.

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