Super Divine Dragon Training System - Chapter 25
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Chapter 25: I’ll Help Him Put Out the Fire
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Ah!”
A scorching fireball appeared in Clive’s hand. He threw it at Zhang Xing’s back without hesitation.
His expression turned angry and slightly distorted face was released as the fireball was released. It no longer looked so ferocious, but it was replaced by cruelty.
“I’ll make sure you lie in bed for a month even if I can’t burn you to death!”
The whole class was shocked. Has Lord Clive gone mad? Doesn’t he know that fighting is prohibited in the academy, especially in the classroom, where casting any magic could potentially harm other students?
Those who violate the rules will face severe punishment. Fines are just the beginning. They would have to publicly read a self-criticism statement in front of the entire school, and even be expelled!
“Zhang Xing, behind you!” a classmate shouted in shock.
Sorina immediately pushed open the classroom door when she saw this scene. She wanted to go and rescue Zhang Xing, but she was 15 to 16 meters away from him. Even a novice Sorcerer like her could not do anything!
“Student Zhang Xing, quickly lie under the table!”
Sorina anxiously made a pressing gesture at Zhang Xing.
Just as Clive sneered, the other students panicked, and the mentor grew anxious, a trace of disdain flashed across Zhang Xing’s face.
He sensed the slight disturbance in the air’s fire magic elements.
But he did not expect Clive to dare to cast a fireball in the classroom.
According to normal thinking, the two children would basically dig out the knowledge they had accumulated and curse in a daze.
It was too rare for a fight to break out without a word.
Little did Zhang Xing know that the aristocrats’ fragile sense of nobility, cultivated over thousands of years, would collapse even before a barrage of insults.
Since you made the first move, I won’t hold back.
“Clive, you haven’t mastered this level of the Fireball Spell. It’s slow and weak. The fire element isn’t pure. Why have you been meditating for so many years? Have you fallen asleep?”
As he spoke, Zhang Xing stretched out a small index finger, and an egg-sized fireball spun on his fingertip.
All the students were dumbfounded. They didn’t see Zhang Xing make any movements. Without even turning his head, he merely extended his left hand and raised a finger.
Then, the fireball Clive launched seemed to float lightly and landed on Zhang Xing’s fingertip in their eyes.
Clive was instantly dumbfounded.
All the surrounding students felt extremely puzzled, their faces wearing strange expressions as they watched that fireball.
Sorina, who had just taken a few steps, stood frozen in place.
However, she quickly reacted and said anxiously, “Zhang Xing, quickly extinguish the fireball…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the fireball suddenly disappear from Zhang Xing’s fingertip, and immediately after, heard Clive scream in surprise and jump up from where he stood.
“Ah! I’m on fire! Help me, quick!”
Only then did the students in the class see a half-foot-long flame shoot out of Clive’s chest!
With a whoosh, the students around him all left their seats and hid far away.
Clive kept patting his silk shirt with his hands, looking so panicked that he was about to cry.
“Hurry up! Hurry up and get me some water!”
The students next to him were all shocked. Who was going to get him some water?
“Use books to put out the fire!”
A thick beginner’s magic theory book slapped heavily onto Clive’s chest, significantly weakening the flame.
Zhang Xing came up with a suggestion.
When the other students saw this idea, they threw more than ten books at him.
“All of you… Ouch… Hey, don’t use books, I need water!”
Clive looked down at the fire and avoided the books.
The accuracy of those throwing books could not match Zhang Xing’s, or rather, they were even more accurate. One book hit Clive right in the face, and the crisp sound was too much for Zhang Xing to bear.
That book must have weighed at least five or six catties, equivalent to two bricks!