Chapter 512

"Okay, Dad, come on then, but don't put in too much water."

Noa drew upon the last vestiges of her Magic Power and poured it all into the Lightning Rush.

"Hey kid, if you want me to help you beat up your old man, I'd be more than happy to."

A familiar voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Ever since Adam's battle, our ancestor has been in a state of hibernation due to excessive energy expenditure.

This sudden awakening...

"Why did you suddenly wake up?"

"Such a filial funeral scene, of course I have to get up and watch the excitement, then I'll go back to sleep." The old ancestor was still as unreliable as ever.

Noa smiled, then shook her head.

"No need. You helped me last time when we were fighting for the bell, and we beat Dad together. But this time, I want to try it all on my own."

"Although I know very well that I am no match for my Dad, I still want to see just how far I can go."

The old ancestor smiled contentedly, then closed his eyes.

"As expected of the kid I admire."

Having left the realm of consciousness, Noa had fully replenished the power of Lightning Rush.

This was truly her last blow; who knows what the outcome will be?

The father and daughter stared at each other, locked in a standoff, neither making the first move.

But a few seconds later, as if they were telepathically connected, they rushed towards each other almost simultaneously.

This was the first time Leon had taken the initiative to attack his daughter, which also meant that he was taking this 'duel' seriously.

Being serious is a sign of respect for Noa.

All the teachers in the room were completely focused, watching the situation on the field intently.

The most promising student of this year is facing off against the most uncompromising 9527... What will the outcome be?

On the training field, the two bolts of lightning finally met after a brief sprint.

They took steps, one high and one low, their Magic Power clashing and the resulting shockwaves spreading outwards.

The explosive sound of birdsong was unprecedented, like an exile on the eve of the destruction of the mountains and forests.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

This scene completely stunned the judging panel.

"Lydia, your students... aren't they a bit too much?"

"Once she's promoted to the Young Dragon Department, I'll definitely make sure she comes to my class."

"Why should I go to your place? Lydia, you should talk to Noa and get her to choose me."

"Hey you old man, your Fire magic isn't compatible with Noa."

"What's wrong? I can ask the teaching assistant."

The best way to describe Noa is that they fought for each other.

But that's a story for another time.

The battle on the field is not over yet.

Because of her height, Noa raised her arm at a 45-degree angle, her left hand tightly gripping her right wrist, lightning crackling in her palm as she locked in a stalemate with her father.

But during the brief moment of the Magic Power clash, Noa seemed to sense that her Dad had eased his grip a little.

She understood that if this continued, her Dad would be the first to back down.

Even if this is a trial, Dad will never let her get hurt.

But Noa knew better than anyone that her Dad didn't like to lose. This silly old man had never lost since he was a child. Although losing to his daughter wouldn't be a big deal, Noa still wanted to take care of her father's competitive spirit.

Besides, I've already reached my limit, so there's no reason for me to keep going.

"Thanks."

Amidst the birdsong and gusts of air, Noa uttered a word of thanks.

Leon heard him clearly.

But he didn't understand why his daughter would suddenly say thank you.

But... the showdown has reached a point where it's enough.

Leon prepared himself and gradually reduced the force of the Thousand Birds in his hand.

Finally, finish the move.

He had planned to jump back after finishing his move, so that Noa wouldn't have time to react and could pounce on him with the remaining Thousand Birds.

Leon wasn't afraid of getting hurt, but that would make Noa feel guilty.

To Leon's surprise, the moment he finished his move, Noa also stepped back, creating distance between them.

"They stopped their moves at the same time... They're actually quite coordinated."

"Well, Lydia, things have come to this point, can we call it a stop now?"

"Yes, thank you for your help."

"OK."

A teacher stood up and announced to the entire audience,

"Saint Hiss Academy Black Armor Simulated Combat Assessment, Final Match: Noa K. Melkwy vs. No. 9527, Complete."

There will be an extra chapter before 9 PM.

Chapter 81: I was so angry at the childish guy that I fainted (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)

The promotion assessment has been successfully completed.

Exhausted, Noa left the practice field with the help of her homeroom teacher, Lydia.

Leon watched his daughter's small figure from behind, a relieved smile slowly appearing on his face beneath his helmet.

"You have a long way to go."

Just as Leon was feeling sentimental, the teaching assistants gathered around.

"Big Brother, that was a really exciting match!"

"That's right, that's right. To be able to put on such a beautiful showdown while controlling the intensity is really impressive."

His temporary colleagues were full of praise for his performance.

But Leon simply lowered his voice and replied,

"That child is also very outstanding, so we can't use the same level of difficulty for her as for the other students."

That's what we doting fathers are like: even if we're wearing helmets and armor, we'll still praise our precious daughters in every word we write.

The teachers were enthusiastically discussing the match between Leon and Noa.

Leon himself did not linger, as the longer he stayed, the more likely something would go wrong.

He quietly left the practice field and went around to the storage room at the back of the venue.

Standing at the door of the storage room, Leon looked left and right to make sure no one was around before opening the door.

As soon as the door was pulled open, a suit of armor was poured out.

To be precise, they were people wearing armor.

Leon crouched down, peeled off the tag with '9527' written on it from his arm, stuck it on the guy's armor, and then tapped his helmet—

Bang bang—

"Sorry, bro, I have to knock you out for now for my daughter's sake."

"But don't worry, 9527 did a great job just now, your bonus at the end of the month is safe."

"No need to thank me, peace between humans and dragons begins with you and me."

I knocked twice more to express my gratitude.

After expressing his gratitude to the real 9527, Leon grabbed his arm and dragged him to the corner of the stairs.

Then, he took the flowerpot he had prepared beforehand from the balcony and smashed it with a 'crack'.

Finally Leon placed the broken flowerpot pieces and scattered soil next to 9527's head—

In this way, a "crime scene" was set up in which "a successful teaching assistant, in a moment of excitement, was accidentally hit on the head by a falling flowerpot and fainted."

Putting aside the question of whether a flowerpot could knock out a Dragon Race wearing a helmet, General Leon thought the scene was arranged quite perfectly.

Leon clapped his hands and stood up. Before he could even admire his masterpiece of his first 'crime', he heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

Presumably, the other teachers have also come down.

Upon hearing the sound, Leon immediately fled without leaving a trace.

"Hey, let me tell you, that student named Noa from earlier definitely has a bright future!"

"I think so too, and—wait, who's that? Why is he lying there?"

Several teaching assistants quickly ran over.

After a quick observation of the scene, it's not hard to deduce what just happened.

"9527? Damn, Big Brother, you were playing so aggressively just now, how come you got solo killed by a flowerpot?"

"Hey bro, wake up, are you alright?"

The group shook 9527's shoulder, and he quickly woke up.

"Ah... um? W-what happened...?"

"What happened? What happened? You were knocked unconscious by a flowerpot."

"These flowerpots are really good quality. I'll ask the logistics department where they got them sometime."

9527 took off his helmet and rubbed his neck.

The pain in the back of my neck was very distinct.

"Tsk... I got knocked out by a flowerpot... But why does my neck hurt so much...?"

"Oh well, it missed. Hitting someone on the head might not necessarily knock them out."

"Is that so... Well—oh no! I forgot, we have an assessment today!"

"Big Brother, you've been hit so hard you're stupid. The assessment is already over."

9527 was taken aback. "It's... it's over? When?"

"Just now. You didn't get hit by a flowerpot and lose your memory, did you?"

"Huh... no way? I clearly remember not participating in the assessment—"

"The vice principal said you performed exceptionally well just now, and your bonus will be doubled at the end of the month."

"Yes, that's right, it was me just now."

Leon hid in a corner at the bottom of the stairs and overheard the teaching assistants' conversation.

Only after confirming that there were no major flaws did they feel relieved and leave.

Even if it gets caught later, it won't cause any major trouble, since the vice principal will cover for him.

If Old Deng doesn't bail him out, he'll stop bringing his wife to school to show off their love. Let's see who's more anxious.

Whee.

After leaving the training ground, Leon came to a quiet grove, took off his Black-Gold War Chariot, and put it into a wooden box.

Finally, carrying the wooden box, he calmly walked out of the academy gate.