How magic users fare in the outside world is none of our concern, but at least here in the Continental Magic Academy, there’s no such thing as old mages bullying the younger ones.
But Lion King Andy is a young mage caught between the old mages and the younger ones.
That’s why they call him the BUG Dog!
Normally, Samimi would definitely seize on this to throw some teasing jabs.
However, since he’s about to fight four on one, unlike the Orange Lion, Samimi still has some pride and wouldn’t say something like that.
“The open terrain isn’t suitable for a traditional Fire Mage duel. Before he chants out his devastating flames, we have to finish this quickly,” Bemore whispered to her teammates.
“It seems you’ve already realized you’re not a traditional hot-blooded Fire Mage,” Samimi feigned being moved, “I’m glad you see yourself clearly.”
“Are you still saying such nonsense at this point?” Bemore was exasperated. “Our little roommate playtime is over. If you want to insult me, go ahead. I won’t waste breath replying.”
Is this lazy slug still stalling? Does she really need to? If something’s bothering her, why not just hit me directly?
“Charge, Niubao!” Samimi suddenly said with a spark of strategy.
In an instant, Niubao shot forward like a flaming arrow, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. The speed was terrifying.
“Attack!” But Niubao’s cross slash, enchanted with thorns, could only cut against a nearly impenetrable wall of flames.
It was corroded and light but as solid as rock.
Before, when Bemore’s enchanted Golden Sword shattered, the fire magic students’ Magic Shields were as fragile as eggshells.
But now, facing Lion King Andy’s Magic Shield, not even a scratch appeared.
His Magic Shield’s defense level was like a magic fortress constructed by several senior instructors working together ordinary attacks simply could not break through.
And he could achieve this level of defense with only his own magic power.
What’s even more terrifying is…
“Huo Jin!”
Lion King Andy suddenly raised his fist and launched a Fire Fist at Niubao’s cross slash.
With one punch, he sent Niubao flying back over a dozen meters, retreating exactly as it had come.
Niubao’s hind legs dug into the ground, fiercely blocking, the flames blazing on both the Holy Hammer and Golden Sword.
Even so, Niubao barely managed to withstand that punch.
“Is this really magic?” Priestess Rebecca stood straight, terrified.
The White-haired Witch remained silent.
“What’s a Fire Fist?” the Nun of Atonement was still grumbling.
But that punch genuinely stunned the three of them.
Samimi now understood why this man trained his entire body muscle.
Unlike Leo and the Red Lion, this Lion King’s muscles were practical, not just for show.
Rebecca didn’t need to say anything more; her eyes nearly burst out of their sockets.
But she raised her hand, releasing a Healing Orb to Niubao’s back to ease the flames. The healing was incredibly fast.
“That’s the Seal King,” Bemore took a deep breath, fully aware that their chances of winning were slim but prepared to act.
At that moment, a whirlwind stirred atop the Rooftop Miscellaneous Goods Shop nearby.
As the hurricane dispersed, Sherry William from the Wind School appeared out of thin air on the rooftop.
“Don’t misunderstand, I’m just a witness. The Academy sent me here to supervise you, to prevent things from escalating. And you probably need an outsider to witness the outcome of this battle, right?” She wore an excited expression, arriving promptly to watch the spectacle.
Because the next few hundred years of magical development could very well hinge on these few individuals.
All of them practiced extraordinary magic that defied the norm, vastly different from traditional “Shield-Then-Shoot” styles.
(The so-called “Shield-Then-Shoot” style is activating a Magic Shield, then standing still to shoot magic.)
The reason was these mages all had extremely efficient shield-breaking capabilities.
Before them, the myth of Magic Shields would easily be shattered.
The Nun of Atonement’s thorn magic had corrosive effects on magic power.
The White-haired Witch’s oppressive flames could efficiently break through Magic Shields.
As for that Lion King…
Sherry William was even more familiar with him than anyone.
After he abdicated, he claimed the title of strongest young disciple for himself.
His favorite pastime was disciplining genius mages; he had many duels with them.
“Next genius mage, please take the stage. It’s your turn to challenge the Lion King.” Sherry William looked at the transformed Bemore with a mischievous smile.
The biggest reason Lion King Andy was forced to retreat was probably that self-motivated girl.
After all, she was a fellow Fire Mage from the same faction; she was the future of the school and the true heir.
Even Sherry couldn’t help but go over and give her a couple pointers; genius mages naturally attract each other.
But this White-haired Witch was special. She was undoubtedly a genius mage, yet she wasn’t particularly passionate about magic, nor did she care much about other magic prodigies—no desire to compete or compare.
Her obsession stemmed more from the strange black-clad nun beside her, which was very different from the traditional obsessions of genius mages like themselves.
That might be the biggest reason behind her magical mutation. Her path of evolution was unknown, which made her all the more fascinating.
“Golden Lion Clumsy King, stop dragging this out. Just activate your domain already!” Sherry William shouted loudly.
“Witness, you talk too much. Shut up; I have my own plans,” Lion King Andy glanced at her casually, not intending to pay much attention.
Then he looked at Bemore with intense focus, a little deliberately.
“Junior, I’ve heard about you, but I don’t want to debate who’s right or wrong—that’s meaningless. I just want to witness your Revenge Flame. Come on!” Lion King Andy spread his hands wide, his fists ablaze, laughing heartily.
…Bemore glared coldly at him, expression impassive.
She had no interest in this handsome senior she didn’t know, but she didn’t mind burning down anyone blocking her path to ashes.
The next moment, flames ignited in the palms of Bemore’s hands as she infused a steady stream of fire elements into her Black and White Dual Wands.
During this process, she completed the incantation and the Flame Bud Power.
Just this simple little display was enough for Lion King Andy to confirm she was the true Heir of Fire among Fire Mages.
“Such a pity. She could have been the heir of the Flame School, but now she can only be called the future of Fire Mages,” Lion King Andy shook his head helplessly.
The Orange Lion, standing nearby, listened with cold sweat dripping down his back, hearing the underlying meaning in the senior’s words.
He dared not speak and hid behind a pillar like a scared turtle.
“Dragon Bomb!” Bemore suddenly raised her dual wands with precision.
In an instant, twenty small fire orbs coalesced and were all fired off.
The air tore with sharp, eerie whooshing sounds, so fast that only the points of firelight were visible.
“Here it comes!” Sherry William cheered joyfully.
She was truly a bloodthirsty spectator, eager to see rivers of blood flow.