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13.92% School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start / Chapter 39: Murder in Front of Professors

บท 39: Murder in Front of Professors

"Owen's dead?" 

The young saint girl's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, her lips slightly parted in shock.

Finn's eyelids twitched violently as he cursed under his breath, "This damned angel came with murderous intent."

"My God, a dragon race saint died in Grand Magus Academy." 

Eldrich's eyes bulged, watching the Destructive Holy Light continuously scouring the ground, his lips trembling slightly.

He could already imagine how furious Barlo would be, arriving at Grand Magus Academy with the twelve guardians of the dragon race. 

Perhaps... even the twelve elders of the dragon race would emerge from seclusion!

Elwin's heart tightened, a hint of regret showing on his face, then he narrowed his eyes slightly towards Joey. 

Such a ruthless angel, truly in the style of his race.

The students, witnessing Owen's demise in the Destructive Holy Light, showed a variety of expressions. 

"Dead, the strongest freshman in history just died like that." 

"Joey broke the rules, daring to take a life!" 

"By the gods, this can't be real." 

"What enmity did Joey and Owen have to justify risking his future to kill him?" 

"This is too much, Owen just died right before our eyes?"

Joey's hands were clenched into fists, his body trembling as if electrified by a current of exhilaration. 

The corners of his mouth lifted in a maniacal smile, like a crazed werewolf. 

"Owen deserved to die, good riddance. Those who fall into darkness should be purified by holy light!" 

His shouts were like thunder, deafening to the ears.

His hair danced wildly with his movements, like flames in a turbulent sea of fire. 

His robe fluttered violently in the wind, the hem swirling as if echoing the tempestuous joy in his heart.

He made no attempt to hide his elation, dancing wildly, his body seemingly transforming into a raging river of holy light, flowing more fiercely than ever. 

"Good that he died, good that he died--"

The current Joey looked as deranged as a mental patient stricken with a sudden, severe illness. 

Was it not exhilarating to eliminate the greatest future enemy of his race's saint?

"Ssshh--" 

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed from the sky, freezing the varied expressions of the crowd. 

Eldrich's face shifted slightly, "No way, have the dragons arrived so soon?"

The burning flames slowly morphed into a gigantic dragon shape. 

The dazzling golden dragon shadow shimmered brilliantly, like light flowing through scales. 

The dragon shadow soared gracefully, spreading its wings and bursting forth with blinding brilliance.

However, Owen's transformation into the Gold Divine Dragon exuded a desolate aura. 

The dragon shadow swayed uncontrollably, its body faintly trembling with weakness. 

The wings bore tattered feathers, and pieces of golden dragon scales, as if torn from internal strife within Owen, continuously fell from the dragon shadow. 

Its eyes, once bright and spirited, now dulled and lifeless.

The valor and majesty expected of the Gold Divine Dragon had vanished, replaced by exhaustion and pain. 

Its body trembled incessantly, as if on the verge of collapse. 

"Destructive Holy Light must be a forbidden spell of the angel race, frighteningly powerful."

A deep, mournful howl emerged from the throat of the Gold Divine Dragon, a cry filled with pain and helplessness. 

"A dragon? Is that really a dragon?" 

"Owen is a dragon of the dragon race!" 

"No wonder Owen is so powerful, he's from an advanced race." 

"But that's odd, aren't dragons generally known for weak magical talents?" 

"What's actually going on here?"

Owen's draconic eyes, sharp and piercing, were fixed on the holy light emanating from Joey.

Joey's eyes widened in terror and disbelief. 

He could feel Owen's gaze, filled with destructive power, slicing through him like a giant beast eyeing a lamb about to become its prey. 

Joey's breath caught in his throat, unable to breathe or utter any sound.

Suddenly, arcanergy surged within his body, a wave of holy light emanating from within. 

"Still trying to struggle?" 

Owen roared angrily, charging towards Joey. 

Joey, in his human form, had no time to transform into an angel. 

How could he match the speed of the Gold Divine Dragon?

He distinctly felt the immense pressure of Owen's giant dragon claw landing on his body, like a mountain crushing his frail form. 

The hard dragon claw pierced his skin, and blood gushed out instantly. 

Joey's face turned as pale as paper, his body almost immobilized under the immense force. 

The arcanergy needed to transform into an angel was completely suppressed by the overwhelming pressure.

"You can't kill me, it's against the rules!" 

Joey shrieked again, his will to survive stripping away any pretense of dignity or pride. 

Now, his only thought was to stay alive.

A robed professor suddenly leaped forward. 

His brows furrowed, face filled with anger, like a bear poised to strike. 

The professor admonished Owen with a firm voice, "You cannot kill Joey!"

Owen's cold gaze swept over the professor, his eyes brimming with ferocity, wild and fierce like a beast. 

His piercing stare bore down on the professor, who trembled slightly under the immense pressure, as if unable to lift his head.

Owen snorted coldly, "Where were you when Joey tried to kill me?" 

His voice was filled with indifference and scorn, as if mocking the professor's incompetence.

The professor clenched his teeth, stubbornly lifting his head, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.

He insisted, "That's because we were unprepared, and the incident was sudden. But now, being prepared, we can't let you kill him. We will punish him."

"Naive!" 

Owen realized that many research professors, overly protected by the academy, had never experienced life-or-death battles. 

They were like flowers in a greenhouse, overly compassionate.

Owen snorted, his dragon nostrils spewing hot dragon breath, instantly scorching everything around him. 

His massive claw suddenly clenched, a gentle application of immense pressure, and Joey's body became incredibly fragile. 

Blood burst forth like red flowers scattering in all directions.

With a scream, Joey's life came to an end. 

Many students cried out in shock. 

Most of them had never witnessed a death battle, and the impact of a life ending before their eyes was explosive.

"He really dared to kill in front of a professor!" 

"Joey tried to kill Owen. If not for Owen's superior skills, he would have been a dead soul in hell by now. His counter-kill is justifiable." 

"This is too cruel."

After all, Joey used Destructive Holy Light. 

Even if Owen had died, there would have been nothing left of his body, no such bloody scene. 

Owen's direct crushing of Joey... the scene was too explosive, making many students feel queasy.

The professor, with red-rimmed eyes, pointed at Owen, 

"You..." 

He was too furious to speak and immediately turned to Kendo, "Principal, aren't you going to do something?"

Kendo looked at Owen and sighed inwardly, 

"Owen, you owe the angel race an explanation." The powerful healing ability of the Gold Divine Dragon was now at work; his body was already healing in such a short time.

"Hmph, give the angel race an explanation? Then take this message to them: he who kills must be killed." 

The menacing phrase, coupled with the spattered blood, gave the school a desolate and bleak atmosphere.

Owen transformed from the massive form of the Gold Divine Dragon into a human. 

As he stepped on the ground, a peculiar energy fluctuation emanated from him. 

His tattered robe was covered with wounds inflicted by the Destructive Holy Light, golden blood slowly seeping from the injuries. 

The majestic aura of the dragon contrasted sharply with his broken human form.

The ferocity in his eyes faded, like smoky dimness suddenly extinguished, turning into a dark and boundless night. 

He walked slowly towards the dormitory, each step accompanied by a faint echo of a dragon's roar in the air.

Though he appeared weakened, he still emitted an aura of inviolable majesty, demanding respect. 

His fellow students looked at Owen's figure with fear and awe. 

They knew Owen was a presence they could not surpass, a lofty king among dragons!

Despite his current exhausted state, Owen still radiated an irresistible dominance. 

All the students tacitly stopped their activities, instinctively clearing a wide path for him. 

They bowed their heads, not daring to look at Owen's wounds, quickly stepping aside to clear a path, disappearing from sight.

Owen passed them quietly, his gaze as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, seemingly unrelated to the mundane noise and laughter. 

His steps were slow and steady, each one heavily pressing upon the earth.

The blood-stained Owen continued forward, his figure like a walking canyon, instilling in people an illusion of invincibility. 

His silhouette was so desolate and helpless.

The young saint girl's gaze followed Owen. 

Putting aside his authority and coldness, the Owen at this moment resembled the one she knew the best. 

Both were bullied and then silently healed their wounds alone. 

Her thoughts drifted back to the day of the Saint Selection Ceremony.


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