The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Despite its undiminished momentum, the "Slayer Beast's" iron bar seemed poised to shatter that momentum into dust!

　"boom!"

　This blow would smash even a Blue-Eyes Double Burst Dragon to pieces!

　The magical power displayed on the magic card belonging to "Blue-Eyes Twin Burst Dragon" suddenly plummeted to rock bottom.

　However, the "Blue-Eyes Twin Burst Dragon," which should have been killed by this blow, continued its excited charge forward, its outstretched claws piercing into the heart of the "Slayer Beast"!

　"puff!"

　Like tofu.

　The "Slayer Beast" also experienced a comprehensive increase in defense after "Gigantification".

　However, the Blue-Eyes Twin Burst Dragon in its "Reverse Scale" state was stronger and more ferocious, and this claw easily broke through its defenses, exhausting all its increased magic power as well.

　"Ow—"

　"The Slayer? Beast" let out an extremely terrifying roar in that instant. The roar was filled with endless rage and resentment. But the physical collapse caused by the loss of magic power would not change that.

　After growing to gigantic size, "Slayer Beast" swung its club only once before collapsing with a thud!

　"puff!"

　Hank Willard felt as if his heart had been hollowed out by the "Blue-Eyes Twin Burst Dragons," and he staggered backward, his energy rapidly waning.

　"The Beast" Hank Willard has fallen!

　"Roar!"

　The Blue-Eyes Twin Burst Dragon, which had shattered the "Slayer Beast," landed on the ground, its claws suddenly raised as if welcoming a victorious king.

　The blue player's magic ball, however, floated alone in the air, unnoticed by anyone.

　By this time, the countdown for the fourth round had already ended.

　But Hank Willard's mentality had been completely shattered, and he no longer had the will to continue drawing cards.

　Robert, who was initially excited by the fall of the giant beast, saw his senior's dejection clearly through the projection. The smile that had been blooming on his face suddenly froze, turning from a peony into a chrysanthemum.

　On the other side, Shrek Holmes, the president of the "Sports Club," had a particularly gloomy face, as if he had been coated with a layer of black oil.

　He would be angry about Hank Willard's failure. But at most, he would just double down on training; he never expected his vice president to be so demoralized in just two minutes!

　A person may fail, but their will must never be extinguished!

　"Hank Willard, looks like he's still a long way off!" he muttered, his hands clenched so tightly that the veins stood out.

　Hank Willard was unaware that his defeat and dejection would not be met with comfort, but with hellish and terrifying training.

　From then on, any student passing by the stairwell at night could see a bear-like frog constantly hopping its toes.

　Otherwise, even if he forced a smile, he would still have to put on an "unruly" appearance and say the famous saying "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential" to his junior who was three years below him.

　"Wow—"

　"Both players, please do not play passively!" the referee suddenly blew his whistle, issuing a warning.

　Dark raised an eyebrow, only then remembering that the match wasn't over yet. He subconsciously gave the command to "Blue-Eyes Twin Blaster Drake": "Blue-Eyes Twin Blaster Drake, Devastating Jet... emmm..."

　He stopped in time. After triggering "White Dragon Doesn't Die Barehanded," the "Blue-Eyes Twin Burst Dragon" experienced a slight rebound in its mana, which should have been zero. However, it wasn't enough to unleash the "Destructive Jet of White Light."

　Dark had no choice but to change the subject and say, "Let's end the match."

　"Blue-Eyes Double Burst Baby Dragon" let out a dissatisfied sigh, slowly flew into the sky, and shattered the Blue Square Magic Orb's life barrier.

　"Wow—"

　"The battle is over!"

　"Second-year aristocratic Dark Dimon vs. fifth-year knight Hank Willard!"

　"The victor: Dark Dimon!"

　...

　"call."

　Dark exhaled and waved to the boisterous audience.

　【傲慢+1】

　[13,000 words! Yesterday afternoon, I suddenly received a notification from the China Online Writers Village. My casual application from six months ago was actually approved! After the announcement, I'll be a villager... although it might not be of any practical use, emmm, never mind. Anyway, I spent a lot of time getting photos and information, and then around 11 PM, I suddenly had a brain freeze and lost consciousness, only to wake up inexplicably at 1 AM. At that moment, I faced a difficult choice between staying up all night and going to sleep, and suddenly grasped the philosophy of life, realizing that staying up all night was playing with my life, so I went to bed. Anyway, I finished this paragraph in one go.]

　[Ding! Mission failed.]

　[System punishment: You will be condemned to hell of razor blades, to die from being pierced by ten thousand blades. So, where are the razor blades? Where are the razor blades? —]

Chapter 849 [70% Off] Darkdemon Never Bullies (4k)

　Darko Dimon is not the type to kick someone when they're down.

　Therefore, after winning, he put away the magical spirit, turned around and walked towards the arena, leaving behind the heartbroken "Beast" Hank Willard.

　Hank Willard's mind was a complete mess. The cheers pouring into his ears all turned into mockery in his head, making his face grow increasingly ugly.

　As the saying goes, the more boastful you are before a match, the more pathetic you will be when you lose.

　Hank Willard wasn't a bad person, but his mouth was too unreliable, always making a fool of himself.

　If everything goes smoothly for him, it's fine. But once he encounters setbacks, things will inevitably break down. Once he leaves the academy, no one will pamper him anymore.

　It's absolutely impossible to solve all problems with just muscle. Today's loss to Darko is a lesson in itself.

　I just hope he can truly understand himself and accept the lessons learned.

　After stepping off the arena, Dark walked straight out of the open-air duel arena, summoned all the magical spirits in his deck, and then headed to the hidden laboratory behind the teachers' dormitory.

　After a week of research, the professors made new discoveries.

　Although he wasn't fully involved, the experiment was originally centered around him. Therefore, he was required to handle and experiment with the final adjustments.

　Therefore, he had to frequently visit that laboratory on weekends. Professor Cazell, Professor Harvey, and Ergany would also be there, allowing him to raise the difficult questions that had accumulated throughout the week and receive answers.

　However, starting this Friday, he will no longer be able to stay in the secluded place all day.

　At 7 p.m., Dark arrived at Professor Hoddle Bode’s office to continue the second lesson of “Magical Languages”.

　This time, before the official start of the class, Professor Bode spent some extra time testing the students' grasp of the content of his first lesson.

　As a result, apart from Dark, only Sarah and Emma fully grasped the content of the previous lesson.

　Leaving Sarah aside for now, it's actually quite unexpected that Emma was able to master it completely.

　It's easy to imagine the effort she must have put in during those 48 hours.

　Professor Hoddle Bode was very pleased with this and even gave her a rare compliment.

　This made Heidi, who had already mastered the third-year curriculum and joined the "Hidden Serpent" organization, feel extremely ashamed.

　As for Diana, Rose, and Victor, they hadn't mastered the third-year material in advance, so they weren't learning as quickly.

　However, their situation did not affect Professor Hoddle Bode's teaching progress.

　He still didn't accommodate others, but continued to teach at Dak's pace.

　The five-hour lecture finally ended when the clock struck midnight.

　Hoddle Bode remained silent after the lecture, giving the students only five minutes to tidy up before closing the door and leaving.

　And naturally, he ignored the "ghosting" again tonight. Clearly, he didn't take it seriously at all, and since Dark and the others had passed through the gate smoothly last time, he figured they would too.

　Anyway, Dark is here!

　Darke guessed that Professor Hoddle Bode's idea was roughly the same. "Well, on the way back, I can find out how their studies are going."

　Dark pondered silently, and after Professor Bode left, he asked him a question. He was completely unaware that he had already habitually put himself in the professor's mode.

　After only two questions, Witt shrugged off, "Oh, right, Dark. Robert asked me to tell you something... wait, what's that sound coming from over there?"

　Almost simultaneously, everyone stopped and instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came, straining their ears to listen.

　It sounded like someone's footsteps, but it was very rhythmic, moving back and forth within a certain range.

　"Who's out so late?" Dark frowned and said in a low voice, "Where are the patrolling golems inside the castle?"

　"Let's go take a look," Victor suggested excitedly. The others seemed interested as well, but Emma merely glanced in that direction before looking away, showing no interest whatsoever.

　Dark thought for a moment, then said, "Let's go take a look. Hopefully it's not a bad thing."

　Students who haven't returned to their dormitories by midnight are either going out at night out of their own volition or have been bullied.

　Dark had seen the latter before.

　Despite the high overall quality of the students at St. Mary's College, quite a few of them enjoy playing pranks.

　Some people even regard "bullying" as a kind of "prank" and enjoy it.

　If you happen to encounter a bullying incident, then you should really talk about it!

　Dak strode forward, leading his group quickly toward the direction from which the sound came.

　After turning two corners, he finally saw the source of the sound: "Hank Willard."

　Then, his opponent from this afternoon's duel came into view! "Willard, Senior Willard!"

　Upon seeing it, Witt couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

　The others, who were unfamiliar with him, all looked at him strangely. Hank Willard, however, was standing with his hands behind his back, leaping up and down the stairs like a giant toad.

　He was tall and strong, and each crouch jump involved leaping two squares.

　On its shoulder was a large-eyed, winged creature resembling a familiar.

　What makes it unique is that a line of numbers occasionally flashes in the large eyes of that familiar.

　—They're actually counting!

　“xxxxx7! xxxxx8!”

　As Hank Willard jumped and counted, he suddenly emitted a strange force field that caused the patrolling golems to avoid him.

　As the saying goes, where there is demand, there is creation.

　Students who want "nighttime freedom" need to evade the patrolling golems.

　Among a group of students who have mastered advanced magical techniques, it is only a matter of time before they develop a way to circumvent the golems.

　However, the guardian golems of each tower dormitory are not as easy to fool as the patrol golems. Once students have chosen to go on a night out, they can forget about returning to their dormitories after curfew!

　"cough!"

　Seeing Hack Willard, who was still training despite being covered in sweat, Dark couldn't help but say, "Senior Willard, still training so late?"

　Hank Willard wasn't unaware of the approaching footsteps. But he'd already been stared at so many times that evening that his skin was practically worn down.

　Especially after being surrounded and watched by a group of third and fourth graders, he considered himself to be invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire!

　All of this shattered completely when that familiar, demonic voice rang out!

　Hank Willard's ears turned visibly red.

　He didn't turn his head, didn't respond, and stopped jumping back and forth. Instead, he jumped directly upstairs, turned on full sprint, and sprinted toward the next stairwell, which was farther away!

　"Uh……"

　Watching Hank Willard disappear as if he were a plague carrier, Dark couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

　"I was originally going to ask if I needed help getting through the access control..." His words elicited various reactions from the crowd.

　Witt turned to look at Dark, a strange look in his eyes: "This Dark, sometimes he can be quite something..."

　Hank Willard's appearance was just a small step away. The group continued towards the Magic Academy's tower.

　Dak briefly recounted what had happened that day and then steered the conversation away from the topic.

　The night passed quickly. The next morning arrived.

　Dark set off for the open-air dueling arena at eight o'clock in the morning to prepare for his warm-up for the day.

　Today's opponent is not as well-known as yesterday's Hank Willard; he's the kind of person whose name you can't recall ever hearing.

　But this doesn't mean the opponent is weak; it's also very possible that he rarely participates in duels, and this was just a chance encounter.

　Of course, even if he is really weak, in magical duels where anything is possible, there have been instances where the underdog has overtaken the opponent simply by relying on "good luck".