Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 93 The Final Battle with the Principal

In a battle between two armies, confidence is of paramount importance!

At least for now, Tai'an holds an absolute advantage in terms of momentum.

"You said it yourself, so you can't go back on your word!" De Yulan wasn't going to talk about martial ethics; he rolled up his sleeves, ready to really go for it.

"Father, please don't interfere with my duel." hope dismissed the argument with a clear, calm voice, and said, "Go find a spacious place outside the Wizarding Division."

"good!"

The emotions in Tai'an's eyes disappeared, and a large amount of magical energy surged into his body, merging with all things in nature.

hope Xiuqi's brows furrowed unconsciously. Her spiritual senses had lost track of the other person; they were right in front of her, yet she couldn't lock onto them. It was as if they weren't living beings, but rather something like flowers, trees, or rocks.

She had a sense of déjà vu; she couldn't forget that she had encountered someone like that at the opening ceremony.

"So it was him!" hope murmured to herself.

Deyulan's expression was one of shock and fear. If he could still sense the level of danger Tai'an posed before, he had now completely lost all feeling for it. The battle domain that Saint-level experts were so proud of had completely failed.

Even when Tai'an strode right in front of them, they felt no danger whatsoever.

The young boy gently pressed his fist against the middle-aged man's abdomen, his smile playful: "Looks like you've recovered quite well. A grown man taking a punch and crying like that, still has the nerve to demand compensation? I wouldn't even cry if I got stabbed."

"I suffered internal injuries!" De Yulan emphasized, his old face flushed with embarrassment.

"Xiao An, don't bully my sister!" Fu stepped forward and grabbed Tai An's sleeve.

"Okay! I'll be gentle and try my best not to make her cry." Tai'an promised the female classmate with a confident tone, then turned to the pink-haired older sister: "You decide the location, lead the way."

The Wizarding Division, the Dark Forest.

A barbed wire fence stretching for several kilometers blocked the entrance, preventing dangerous wild animals from entering.

The fence is about five meters high, with a metallic sheen, and topped with inverted spikes. Even so, it's not entirely secure. Incidents of the fence breaking down and students going missing occur from time to time.

The Black Forest border fence is an area heavily patrolled and monitored by the school. The Warrior Division routinely issues nighttime patrol assignments; students must reach the formal rank to sign up.

Two figures flew over the fence.

hope held the mithril wand, and an aura enveloped her body.

In contrast, Tai'an is much more carefree; one doesn't need to empty their hands, but simply puts them behind their back. They move as lightly as feathers, carried away by the wind.

Deyulan leaped below, grumbling under his breath. In truth, even combat-class individuals could levitate. Using battle aura to lift themselves a few meters off the ground, they could only manage a fraction of that. But that was far from the exhilarating feeling of flight.

"This chubby boy is skilled in both magic and martial arts, which is a bit strange! My dear daughter, let's not fight!" Deyulan infinitely exaggerated Tai'an's strength in her mind, mainly because of the bonus of his god-like historical battle record, so it was not an exaggeration to overestimate him.

"I don't believe it!" hope responded telepathically.

The two landed one after the other on the flat ground at the top of the mountain. The small, snow-covered hill was about sixty or seventy meters high.

He raised his wand and placed it in front of his nose.

Tai'an, however, came up empty-handed, refusing to bring out his signature weapon, his expression overly confident.

The two bowed slightly to each other, then walked in opposite directions, counting their steps—about nineteen—before turning around at the same time.

hope activated a diamond-shaped mental energy shield around himself.

Tai'an released the Dawn Tear mental energy shield, hiding the tail part inside his body, perfectly avoiding the flaw.

The two faced each other, and a battle was about to break out.

The boy yawned dismissively, "Principal, please hurry up, I need to take a nap."

"Very well, since you're so confident, I don't need to be polite..."

hope's face darkened, and the tip of his mithril wand blazed with bright orange flames. He unleashed the renowned mid-level spell, Exploding Fireball, with overwhelming force.

After a loud explosion, smoke and dust filled the air.

A large area of ​​snow on the mountaintop melted, and gravel and dirt flew everywhere.

When the smoke cleared, the boy was standing unharmed in the same spot, not even a scratch on his clothes.

"Show your true strength; tricks won't work."

hope continued her offensive, gathering a large amount of magic energy at the tip of her mithril wand, casting the spell for over five seconds.

The high-level spell Fireball arrived with unstoppable force.

Upon seeing this, De Yulan, who had just climbed the mountain, quickly moved aside. The next second, the ground shook violently, and a scorching wave of air spread out, causing far more damage than before.

Centered on the explosion point, a crater with a diameter of ten meters appeared on the mountaintop.

The boy hovered in mid-air, completely unharmed: "Not bad, are there any stronger spells?"

"That was a high-level spell, Fireball! The next spell, Energy Gathering, is hundreds of times more powerful. Above that, there's a forbidden spell, Eternal Sun." hope's expression was solemn, and his tone showed no sign of holding back or joking.

"Please continue, don't be shy!" Tai'an still had an indifferent expression.

"Very good!" hope's figure slowly floated into the air, like a god, and the light of the mithril wand in his hand grew brighter and brighter: "Eternal Sun, I am not qualified to use it for the time being. Take the Energy Gathering spell, and it will be considered your victory."

A large amount of magical energy gathered at the tip of the staff, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and strange phenomena appeared in the sky.

The experienced Deyulan, her face grim, stepped back: "My dear daughter, don't be so willful! You can't just use super-tier spells recklessly!"

For over a minute, the sphere at the tip of the staff spun continuously, changing colors. It shrank from large to small, then shrank back to large. Finally, it reached its maximum potential.

There is an upper limit to the maximum temperature of a flame. Once the limit is exceeded, it is no longer in the form of a flame, but rather a form of energy or radiation, hence the name "energy gathering technique".

"The ballistic speed is so slow! At most about 100 meters per second. If you want to dodge, you can't catch up with me at all!" Tai'an, who was hiding in the shadows, watched the compressed energy ball falling from the sky and the phantom approaching the mountaintop platform.

As early as the smoke of the first attack rose, he took the opportunity to hide in the shadows, preparing to find the right moment to end the battle in one fell swoop.

Using verbal sparring to bait out enemy skills and increase their resource consumption is also a tactic.

hope couldn't lock onto him mentally at all. How he fought was entirely up to him!

In the blink of an eye, everything turned white. Muddy waves churned, and shockwaves raged. Within tens of meters of the blast center, all matter evaporated and vanished, even shearing away most of the small hill.

The earthquake was so severe that people in the college center, six or seven kilometers away, seemed to feel it.

The Wizarding Division, which was closer in distance, caused an even greater sensation, with figures taking to the skies.

Tai'an swallowed hard: "Those pink-haired women are really ruthless!"

I secretly rejoiced that my prediction of a strong offense and weak defense was entirely correct. In actual combat, no one has the right to be careless!

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful a missile is, it's useless without radar lock-on...

All's fair in war!

The boy's lips curled slightly upward as he calmly jumped out, ready to reap the rewards of his victory.

(End of this chapter)