They don't want me to try anymore.

Another bitch...

Linda has almost never been called that word since birth, but she heard it twice in three days with Richard…

The elegant and noble smile on her face trembled slightly, and her eyes narrowed, a cruel glint flashing within them.

“Very well, very well, Richard Targaryen…”

"I promise, I will show you the most brutal magic. I will make you regret being born. I will hold your head down and make thousands of onlookers kneel down and lick my boots!"

"That's why I said you're long-winded; I've wanted to say that since the hearing~"

Richard scoffed and summoned a fire elemental, unleashing a barrage of fireballs at Linda.

However, the flames went out out of nowhere three meters away from Linda.

"Oh? You like fire?"

Linda raised her staff with a cold smile.

The high-quality magic crystals embedded on it glowed red, and the dense magic power gathered to the point that it was so intense that breathing felt like a burning pain...

boom!

Immediately following a loud bang, three fire snakes spiraled out from the tip of the staff, growing to tens of meters long in the air, and swept across most of the field clockwise!

In an instant, an area of ​​nearly a thousand square meters was completely transformed into a crimson sea of ​​fire!

Gasps of surprise erupted from the audience!

"This...is this the power of the Silver Rank?"

“No, even a regular Silver-rank professional couldn’t create such power, but Senior Linda’s profession is a Battle Mage under the Mage category, specializing in large-scale damage spells…”

"And that staff in her hand must be the famous Breath of Kalius, right? Its amplification of spell power is terrifying!"

"It seems that Richard won't last even a minute."

"Don't even mention a minute, I think he'd be killed in a second! Look, where is he?"

The very back of the stands.

Albert nodded approvingly: "With the power of this move, if it were released at close range, even the Grey Elf Greenleaf Rangers would be routed on the spot... Headmaster, that Connaught kid shouldn't be able to create a miracle."

Hela blinked and smiled, "Take a closer look?"

"...Huh? I see, you've certainly become quite clever."

At this moment, the ordinary teachers and students in the audience also noticed something was wrong.

Amidst the raging fire, a round, plump thing remained steadfast.

Upon closer inspection, that...

It's not easy to describe yet.

To be precise, it was a large earth elemental that was glowing red-hot, holding a slightly smaller water elemental in its arms, and inside the water elemental, Richard himself was floating, breathing through a wooden straw that extended to the surface of the water elemental.

It looked as if the water element had given Richard a pill... no, it was as if Richard had worn water and earth elements as clothes.

The discussion in the stands resumed.

"There's another trick like that? It looks pretty cool."

"This level of control is a bit too much! I'm also a Bronze-rank Summoner, but I can only command water elementals to attack or defend!"

"That's a bit unexpected. Maybe he really can hold out for three minutes... Is it too late to place a bet now?"

Gumbling.

Seeing that the fire had subsided slightly, Richard poked his head out from the water elemental.

Because his mental strength was far superior to that of ordinary bronze-level beings, he was not tired at all. Instead, he cast a spell again to summon several eagles that flew above Linda's head.

"Ah, what a small skill."

Linda raised her hand, and a dark cloud appeared out of thin air above her head, with lightning and thunder flashing within it.

Just as the eagles were about to get close, they were roasted like scorched earth.

Then, the dark cloud continued to grow larger, with a roaring human face appearing and disappearing within it, accompanied by raindrops of lightning, slowly and irresistibly approaching Richard's direction.

Seeing this, Richard first placed another shield on himself, then summoned two wind elementals in an attempt to disperse the dark cloud.

Unfortunately... it was completely useless.

He then personally cast Disintegration and Fireball spells, but after hitting the dark clouds, they all disappeared as if they had vanished into thin air.

Noticing the faint sparks of electricity flickering among the hairs on the back of his hand, and watching the heavy, dark shadow looming over him, his expression gradually turned serious.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it; he was now experiencing it firsthand.

Left with no other choice, he retreated hastily, dodging and weaving, employing a tactic of running away when the enemy advances.

In the back row of the stands, Albert said, "This... is the new Thundercloud Spell revised by the Royal Academy? Compared to similar bronze-level spells, it's much more durable and powerful, and very difficult to dispel. I remember it was only announced about half a month ago..."

He said to the witch beside him, "Now we'll really see who wins."

"Um……"

Hela shrugged and said nothing.

The discussion was even more heated among the regular students.

"This spell is incredibly powerful!"

"I knew it! Senior Linda's strength is something he can't possibly contend with by using some petty tricks!"

"Stop running around, you country bumpkin!"

"Senior, you're amazing! Teach that clown a lesson he won't forget!"

"Senior, I want to be your dog!"

"Go Richard!"

But amidst the mockery and boos, an outlier suddenly emerged.

Tom stood up and, against the flow of the crowd, shouted his words.

He was immediately surrounded by countless malicious and mocking gazes.

He suddenly felt a little breathless, and his face flushed red... but he still stomped his foot to steady himself and shouted:

"Richard! Go for it!!"

"Go, Richard!" "Go, Your Highness!"

At this point, Zoe and Katyusha also realized what was happening and joined the camp supporting Richard.

Then came Alice, and a group of Vanderbilt students led by Hepper. Although they were few in number, they sat together more closely and acted more unitedly, shouting in unison, which had the same effect as a cheerleading squad!

As for the disdainful looks from the Imperials next to them?

They don't care at all; they just want to follow their princess, because that's their direct superior!

Suddenly, a different kind of noise appeared in the roar of the arena.

"Damn it, how did he even manage to hook up with Princess Vander?! I'm so envious!"

"Waaah, I'll be the princess's dog too..."

And in the gap between when some people experience plasmolysis or have a sudden epileptic seizure.

Richard finally stopped hiding.

He seized the moment and finished reciting the last word of the incantation.

"Now it's my turn... Come forth, Purple-Eyed Black Dragon!"

Amidst a slightly embarrassing shout, the circular spacetime vortex used for summoning opened right above his head... well, it also conveniently blocked a lightning bolt for him.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling, ferocious aura spread from the vortex.

"Roar!"

With a terrifying roar, a four-legged, two-winged black-scaled dragon beast, several meters long, flapped its wings and flew out. With a flick of its ferocious head, it opened its mouth and swallowed half of the dark cloud that was still flashing with lightning.

Then the dragon beast burped, circled half a circle in place, and whipped its tail into a black whirlwind that sliced ​​through the remaining dark clouds like thousands of scimitars, completely scattering them.

Finally, it stared at Linda with its huge, purple eyes wide open.

Only then did the gasps from the stands begin to increase.

"Is this some kind of sub-dragon? No... it's a pureblood dragon!"

"A purple-eyed black dragon? Are you kidding me!?"

"Those are the Guardians of Calamity! This Connaught can actually summon them too!"

"It's over, it's over, there's no hope of making it in three minutes now..."

Chapter Thirty-Five: From Desperation to Survival

"A purple-eyed black dragon? The legendary follower dragon of the Scourge Wings? But isn't it too young... Hmm, it's not an adult yet, but even a juvenile dragon is still amazing."

At the very back of the stands, the ghost of Speedwagon from another world possessed Albert, making him once again take on the role of a self-appointed "commentator."