Chapter 27: The True Magical Duel

Chapter 27: The True Magical Duel

"Are we staying here?" Owen asked.

Leopold nodded in affirmation.

Erin frowned slightly, expressing her skepticism, "This cylindrical building doesn't seem very large."

Leopold smiled faintly, "You'll understand its mystery once you step inside."

"Saint, I'll leave you here. From now on, you'll have to navigate the life at the Grand Magus Academy on your own."

"You treat a genius like me with such indifference?"

Owen was genuinely surprised.

As the saint of dragons, his entire race had welcomed him with open arms.

His deliberate display of talent had only been met with coldness here.

Leopold thought to himself, "You're certainly not modest."

"Saint, your privilege now is unrestricted access to any part of the Grand Magus Academy. As for more powers, you'll find out when the term starts."

Owen felt somewhat satisfied with this privilege.

The mere fact of having unrestricted access was already extraordinary and brought a sense of balance to his mind.

Leopold asked again, "Do you have any other questions, saint?"

"No more questions."

"Good luck."

With Leopold's departure, Owen and Erin entered the student dormitory.

The moment they stepped inside, Owen distinctly felt a wave of spatial fluctuation.

The entrance to the dormitory was a massive wooden door, inlaid with various magical runes flickering uncertainly.

The building was immensely tall; Owen couldn't even see the top at a glance.

Erin expressed her astonishment, "From the outside, the building didn't seem this tall."

Indeed, from the outside, Owen only had to look up at a forty-five-degree angle to see the top of the cylindrical building.

But once inside, even tilting his head nearly parallel to the ground, he couldn't see the top.

"Could it be space magic?" Owen's eyes lit up with curiosity.

At that moment, a voice came from behind them:

"Daring to enter the cylindrical tower without any knowledge of it. Looks like we have another lucky one from a poor household."

Owen turned around to see five teenagers, around fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in magus robes, slowly encircling them with wands in hand.

The leader of the group was a tall youth, about six feet five inches in height, with jet-black short hair messily draped over his defiant face.

His deep brown eyes sparkled with a hint of wildness, exuding an indescribable rebellious aura.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Adrian. You're new here?"

Owen remained silent. Erin, standing beside him, spoke with disdain, "Yes, we are new. What about it?"

Adrian hadn't expected such a beautiful girl to be with Owen.

His eyes slightly lit up, and the other boys' gazes also lingered on Erin's shapely legs.

"What's your name?" Adrian quickly shifted his focus to Erin, giving her what he thought was a charming smile.

Just as Owen was about to deliver the final blow, Adrian suddenly unleashed a burst of astonishing power.

He broke free from the storm's hold and charged at Owen like lightning.

Swinging his wand, Adrian released a dazzling beam of light that struck Owen, pushing him back several steps.

Owen felt a surge of pain. Adrian was utterly dumbfounded.

"My strike didn't seriously injure you?"

His lackeys also lowered their hands from their chests, their eyes wide in disbelief.

"By the gods, who is this person? His body is so tough."

"Could it be some kind of arcanergy armor?"

"Maybe he's a martial artist, someone who cultivates both physical strength and magical power?"

Owen was taken aback, not expecting Adrian to be so cunning.

Trapped and seemingly at a disadvantage, he had lured Owen into his trap.

If all the students at the Grand Magus Academy possessed such combat awareness, it would be truly frightening.

Considering the survival-of-the-fittest rule of the Grand Magus Academy, it made sense.

Warrior magi would use any means to achieve victory.

The students of the Academy grew through constant battle, not to be underestimated.

Adrian, capable of leading a small group, undoubtedly had strength.

But relative to Owen, if he used his physical strength, he could reach Adrian in a single breath and lift him like a small chicken.

However, Leopold had made it clear: in the dormitory battles, only magic could be used.

Licking his lips, Owen's eyes glinted with a crimson light, "Very well, let me fully experience the thrill of a magical duel."

With a snap of his fingers and chanting an incantation, the air around him began to heat up intensely.

Suddenly, a burst of flame shot from the tip of his wand, transforming into a massive fire dragon that lunged towards Adrian with bared fangs and claws.

Repeating his tactic, the fire dragon spell.

Seeing this, Adrian immediately swung his wand, conjuring an ice wall.

The ice wall rose swiftly in front of him, blocking the fire dragon outside.

However, the dragon did not extinguish; instead, it grew more ferocious.

"Hmph, thought it was the same old fire dragon?" Owen sneered inwardly.

The fire dragon opened its massive jaws, spewing intense flames at the ice wall, attempting to melt it.

Adrian, calm and composed, waved his wand again, reinforcing the ice wall.

He took a deep breath, gripping his wand tightly, and began chanting a complex spell.

As his incantation grew louder, the air around them became increasingly colder.

Soon, frost formed on the ground, and ice crystals spread across the walls.

Owen sensed Adrian's potent magical energy and was inwardly alarmed.

Magic was not his forte, and he needed to end the battle quickly.

Many dragon spells required a dragon form to unleash their full power.

He hastened his spell chanting, and under his command, the fire dragon grew in strength.

The dragon circled in the air before diving towards Adrian with renewed ferocity.