School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start

37  Strangling the Deadlock

The girl known as Saint fluttered her eyelashes and whispered, "You know I come from another world, don't you?"

"Of course," Finn's gaze flickered. To the land of Novalia, people like Owen were indeed from another world. "Could it be that Owen... is also a saint?"

The girl nodded gently, her eyes filled with incredulity. "I used to be in the class next to Owen's. He was always the invisible man, never standing out. But here, he's transformed into the Saint of Dragons."

"Saint of... Dragons?!" Finn struggled to control his voice, barely suppressing a cry of astonishment.

Finn looked towards Owen, his eyes shining with a sudden burst of light.

The Kingdom of Laine was a major human realm, boasting a thousand years of rich heritage. However, compared to some of the ancient advanced races, it was hardly qualified.

Dragons, having not appeared for five thousand years, now walked in human cities. Did this signify something?

As the three of them drew closer, Owen sighed deeply, "What do you want to do?"

He glanced at the large group of students and professors from the academy behind them, feeling overwhelmed.

He never wanted to be this high-profile.

"What are we doing? The second prince is here, and you just ignore him instead of presenting yourself. Don't you have any respect for royalty?" The senior student leading the group immediately accused Owen of disrespect.

Owen's mouth twitched slightly, "Are you bored or something? Playing the hero in front of me, even the prince hasn't said a word."

"You..."

The leader, caught off guard by Owen's retort, turned red in the face.

The surrounding crowd chuckled at the scene.

"The Leaf Society, backed by the angel race in recent years, has been throwing its weight around in school. Looks like they've finally met their match."

"Hahaha, I've always disliked the way the Leaf Society conducts itself. Seeing them get a taste of their own medicine is really satisfying."

"But the Leaf Society isn't so easily fooled. Even their lowest officers are gold-tier, and their executives reach diamond-tier. I've heard there are even master-tier seniors backing them. Owen's arrogance might not end well if things escalate."

"Senior, is the Leaf Society more formidable than the Crimson Society?"

"Absolutely. In the school's three major societies – the Lionheart Society, Leaf Society, and lastly the Crimson Society – the Leaf Society's strength is not to be underestimated."

The leader smirked coldly, "In that case, William of the Leaf Society shall teach this brash fool a lesson on behalf of the second prince!"

"Just trying to show off in front of the prince, eh? Dressing it up in such grand words, how laughable." Owen curled his lips in disdain, paying little heed to William.

"You insolent brat, I'm asserting the prince's authority here! Dare you fight me?"

"Bring it on."

As the two squared off, the crowd buzzed with excited chatter.

"Owen is being too reckless. William is a diamond-tier magus with formidable strength. A freshman like him stands no chance, right?"

"William is just disgusting, picking on a freshman to show off in front of the second prince. His desire to ingratiate himself with the powerful is blatantly obvious and utterly repugnant."

"Right, is this the kind of character the Leaf Society fosters?"

"Despicable!"

At this moment, Finn turned to Kendo and raised an eyebrow, "Principal, shouldn't we intervene?"

Kendo stroked his beard and chuckled, "Letting the prince witness the strength of our students isn't a bad idea. Consider it an impromptu exhibition match. It's just a bit of a spectacle for the prince to witness."

"In that case, it's fine."

After speaking, the second prince leaned towards the girl and whispered, "Saint, do you think Owen can win?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The girl's eyes flickered, and she shook her head slightly, "From what I know, dragons are strong in physical combat but have weaker magical talents. It's unlikely for Owen to win."

Finn nodded thoughtfully, choosing not to comment further.

On the battlefield, William's gaze on Owen was filled with malevolence. He concentrated his wood-based magic, his wooden wand trembling slightly in his hand.

Owen, however, had a mocking smile on his lips, the aura of thunder-based magic swirling around him.

Suddenly, William swung his wooden wand, sending a stream of emerald light shooting out like an arrow.

Wood-based advanced magic – Jade Light Arrow, known for its immense destructive power. Diamond-tier arcanergy could enable it to pierce through the scales of a five-hundred-year-old earth dragon.

Unwilling to show weakness, Owen slammed his palm to the ground, quickly gathering the power of lightning to form a wall of light.

Thunder-based advanced magic – Thunderstorm Legion Wall. Each bolt of lightning represented a thunderstorm soldier. A thousand thunderstorm soldiers formed a net, creating an impenetrable defense.

"Hmph, a thunder-based defense wall. Too bad your arcanergy is too weak!" William sneered continuously, mocking him.

Wood light and thunder clashed mid-air, producing thunderous roars, accompanied by brilliant sparks and flashes of lightning.

"What, he actually blocked it?" William's eyes widened in surprise and confusion.

Seizing the opportunity, Owen's body surged with arcanergy, and the Thunderstorm Legion Wall transformed into a net, enveloping William.

Lightning is incredibly fast, invisible to the naked eye.

With a loud clap of thunder, William was struck, his body enveloped by the Thunderstorm Legion Wall.

In an instant, William felt his life force almost ripped from him.

A plume of black smoke rose from his body, spreading into the surrounding air.

The smoke emitted a strong scent of roasted meat, the agony of being struck by lightning was despairing.

William collapsed in pain and lost consciousness, lying motionless on the ground with black smoke continuously emerging from his mouth. His hair, once neat, now stood on end as if struck by lightning.

The crowd gasped in shock.

"Owen won, and it only took one exchange!"

"By the gods, a diamond-tier warrior couldn't withstand a single move against Owen."

"Is he really a freshman?"

Finn's pupils constricted as he watched Owen in the center, surrounded by arcs of electricity, like a thunder god in battle, murmuring to himself, "A saint indeed is extraordinary in strength!"

The girl's cherry lips also parted in surprise:

"Is that... really Owen?"

Before his transmigration, Owen was a known figure, but not for positive reasons. He was famous for being bullied. Roger, from the basketball team, often poured cola on Owen's sandwich in the cafeteria.

Owen, undisturbed, would slowly eat his cola-soaked sandwich.

From then on, Owen was known in school as someone who was easy to pick on, a fact even she, the class beauty in the adjacent classroom, was aware of.

But now, Owen had defeated a diamond-tier warrior with a single move... a level of strength that in the Kingdom of Laine could qualify someone to lead the imperial guards!

To think they fell so easily.

William's sorry state thoroughly enraged the two maguses beside him. Both glared at Owen, no longer restrained, and unleashed powerful magic.

One magus raised his staff, summoning roaring flames that surged like dragons; the other concentrated the power of a storm, creating howling winds and flying debris.

Fire-based advanced magic – Dragon Hunter.

Wind-based advanced magic – Wildstorm.

Two unstoppable forces attacked Owen simultaneously, creating a formidable stranglehold.

Owen sensed the ferocious power of the incoming magic, his expression changing slightly.

The crowd also cried out in shock.

"Damn it, three against one and they even resort to using a magic fusion technique. Isn't that bullying?"

"Senior, what is a magic fusion technique?"

"That's something learned in the fourth year and above, just like what you're seeing now."

"Wind-based magic aiding fire-based magic, elevating a gold-tier Dragon Hunter spell to have the power to even strangle a diamond-tier magus!"

"That strong?"

"Of course, and it gets even more complex."

"Doesn't this mean Owen is doomed?"

"Ah, what a pity. But no matter, Dr. Georgina has life-based magic. As long as one isn't dead, she can bring them back."

Owen's body shone with intense lightning radiance, his gaze firm and decisive.

The power of thunder and lightning converged in his palms, forming a bright sphere.

With a fierce throw, the sphere shot forward like lightning.

Advanced magic – Thunder Frenzy Wave!

The two maguses continued to stimulate their arcanergy. Roaring flames and wild winds intertwined, creating a storm wall that blocked the counterattack of the lightning.

The Thunder Frenzy Wave could not shake the stranglehold of the fire and wind dragon, woven together by the two.

Far from being blocked, the Dragon Hunter, fueled by the storm and the raging waves, became even more frenzied in its assault on Owen.

Owen resisted this powerful onslaught with all his might, sweat beads forming on his forehead, his expression turning grave.

The power of the flame and storm grew more intense, gradually closing in on Owen.

He realized that if he didn't find a breakthrough soon, he would inevitably be defeated by this force.

"We've lost," the girl murmured, "Can't he make it?"

At this critical moment, Owen made a decisive decision without hesitation.

He stopped resisting, and his body was immediately engulfed by flames and storm. The force of thunder and lightning underwent a violent transformation, turning into a shield that tightly embraced him.

Owen stood tall, enduring attacks from all directions with his body!

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