Chapter 642: You Have Chosen Death

Without waiting for Andrew to answer, he shook his head and dismissed his own idea. "No, no, too literary. Not straightforward enough. How about... Dragon King's Water Spray? Simple, easy to understand, catchy, and vividly describes the effect!"

"Pfft—hahahaha!" Someone in the audience finally failed to hold it in and burst out laughing.

Even Chu Zihang, who had remained expressionless in the Lionheart Society section, had the corner of his mouth twitch almost imperceptibly.

"Mo Wang!!!" Andrew's roar nearly lifted the roof off the Judgment Hall. He could feel his veins throbbing. "I'm warning you! Stop clowning around and talking nonsense! We are discussing a very serious matter!"

He suddenly pointed at Mo Wang, his voice shrill. "Why didn't you report to the college earlier that you possessed an unknown Spirit Word?! Concealing a dangerous ability is a serious disciplinary violation at Kassel! What exactly are you hiding?!"

Faced with the fierce accusation, Mo Wang merely shrugged innocently and spread his hands, looking as harmless as a little white rabbit.

"Come on, Uncle Andrew, be reasonable, will you? You, or anyone else at the college," he said, casually pointing at the judges' table and the teachers and students below, "has anyone ever formally asked me, at any point, 'Student Mo Wang, what is your Spirit Word? Please report it'? Has anyone?"

He lowered his hand, leaned back, crossed his legs again, and spoke with helpless teasing in his voice.

"No, right? Not a single one! None of you ever asked me, so how was I supposed to tell you? Was I supposed to grab everyone I met and say, like an insurance salesman, 'Hey, bro, sis, let me tell you a secret. I've got a Spirit Word. It's damn awesome, but I don't know what it's called. Help me figure