Chapter 293 The Draconian Awakens

Chapter 293 The Draconian Awakens

Kaith noticed Lyrian in the crowd and quickly turned to face him.

"Lyrian Theageld!" he yelled from the other side of the wall of students.

Lyrian faced his angry expression. 'Why is he so angry all of a sudden...' he mused, confusedly.

Kaith stood there panting while staring at him. Lyrian then turned to face the lizardmen.

'Jealousy? Maybe he wants to face these brutes as I did and is angry that he fails to do so. Or maybe, an anger to admit that he needs my help?'

With his blade by his side, Lyrian began to walk toward the phalanx of saurians.

Kaith stayed silent, watching Lyrian with unforgiving eyes.

'Damn it all! That bastard will get all the materials again... but we have no other choice! Only he can slay these lizardmen!' he screamed inside.

His head then turned to face the giant Draconian stone figure.

'Whatever material you hold will be most valuable... at the least, I want that.'

Students looked on as Lyrian came within a lizardman spear's distance. At that moment, a spear forcefully lunged toward him.

He swiftly stepped to the side, avoiding the blow before running forward.

Unexpectedly to everyone, both student and lizardman alike, Lyrian ran into the tightly packed juggernaut of the lizardmen.

He swerved between the feet of two lizardmen, and underneath the spear of the spearmen, before jumping up and punching the spearmen in the face.

"Shock Fist!"

A surge of green mana flowed through his fist as it landed on target.

BANG

lightsnοvεl The lizardman's face was crushed backward into its skull as its body was forcefully thrown back. It pushed through and fell onto over 4 lizardmen, knocking them onto the floor.

With the kid inside their midst, all the lizardmen quickly turned to face him on instinct. Since he was so close, they backed up slightly, making distance between their opponent. This caused the tank of lizardmen to disperse, as Kaith thrust the bottom of his staff onto the ground, "Flame Haaave!"

A burst of flame erupted from the mouth of his staff, slamming into the lizardman. As the flames cleared, the lizardman turned around, looking at Kaith with an angry expression.

"Damn it... thick-backed bastard!"

Although the lizardmen spreading out seemed to be a blessing at first, the students all realized that it was not so much the case whatsoever. The lizardmen were startled and gave up their organized fighting technique. Instead, they stormed forward, beginning to rampage through the room.

Students were forced to run for the most part, as the lizardmen quickly covered the room. A couple of archers stood behind the face of Lyrian, but apart from those, 5 lizardmen made the lives of the students a living hell.

"Don't look back and just keep running!!" Minton exclaimed as he ran past Kaith.novE.lb)In

"You fool! These are our opponents! We have to kill them somehow!"

"You can do that! I'm out!"

"What!? How do you expect to leave here alive if by just running?!"

"Damn it... you're right." Minton abruptly stopped and turned around.

Kaith ran past him, "What are you thinking!? Not now, you moron! We don't have a plan--" He stopped talking, as his words no longer influenced the boy.

Minton ran forward with sword in hand toward the spearman. He reached 8 feet from the lizardman when a flurry of spear thrusts came his way.

Minton used his full strength to dash to the sides, avoiding the fast strikes before lunging up at the beast's throat. Minton's eyes widened as he realized he had succeeded. He was going in for the kill, and the nape of the beast was wide open. On top of that, it was also caught off guard, so there was no way it could dodge or parry Minton's attack.

Just as his blade sliced through a bit of the beast's neck, an arrow darted toward him, splitting through the air. It jabbed into his neck for only a split second, before his body turned into a sandbag. The attack pierced through this sandbag, leaving it to fall to the floor, dripping with loose sand. The arrow came from one of the archers that Lyrian faced. Just as it finished shooting its arrow, the other archer shot several arrows at Lyrian.

Lyrian dashed around them, but the lizardman wasn't letting up--creating distance as he shot more and more. The other lizardman also joined in, creating a barrage of arrows at Lyrian's feet.

"Fine... let's go long range then," Lyrian muttered under his breath, taking out the damaged, serrated spear from his inventory and hurling it toward one of the archers. The spear was too quick to react to, as it spun swiftly in the air before thrusting through the lizardman's torso.

Surprised by this attack, the second archer let down his guard slightly, as Lyrian dashed forward and slit its neck with a clean slash.

Seven bodies lay in front of him, ready to be looted. He wasted no time in doing so, while his main opponent stood before him to the right.

As he walked over to the bodies of the saurians, Lyrian saw that the Draconian figure's stone eyes still followed his every movement.

He finished looting when screams of terror and defeat wailed through the arena.

Before long, several students had begun to get eliminated from the practice. The lizardmen chased them down, hunting them as if they were headless chickens.

Lyrian jumped up from his crouched position and ran after the leftover lizardmen.

By the time he was finished with killing and looting all of them, there were only 31 students left. 24 of Rerth's class, and 7 of Gator's. Sandbags lay everywhere. The students who were still alive took a rest from their running and panted.

At that moment, a quiet hum sounded throughout the dungeon room as the Draconian figure, 30 feet in stature, finally began to move. It lifted its Dragon spear up into the air and transferred it to one hand before placing the bottom down on the floor again.

"You have attempted to destroy this realm!" the figure's voice boomed, "For this treason, you shall face me!"

"Finally!" Drake stood up, "The fun's getting started," he paused, as everyone turned to look at him. "Art of The Emerald Dragon; True Claws."