A divine strike capable of summoning the Chromatic Dragon Queen, one that had nearly destroyed half of Spider Nest City single-handedly—how could they not take it seriously?

Moreover, since it was most likely the same Red Dragon that had stirred the Gloomy Region to the brink of chaos years ago, trying to reason with it was a waste of time.

The only thing that could persuade a Red Dragon was force more violent than its own.

Their one consolation was that the Crimson Calamity before them was, after all, just a young Dragon. As long as they could defend against its divine strike that summoned Tiamat, the situation was still under control.

What mattered most was that the opponent was demonstrating extreme Arrogance. Not only did they allow that genius sister to stay with the young Silver Dragon, but they also gave them time to prepare their spells.

Spellcasters who tailored their strategies and prepared spells based on the environment were entirely different creatures from those caught in an ambush.

But as the chanting of spells grew denser and more urgent, David, standing atop the fountain statue with arms crossed, felt his pupils shine brighter and brighter:

Mage Armor

Anti-Magic Field

Elemental Protection Energy—Fire

Elemental Protection Energy—Ice

Invisibility

Sword and Shield Technique

Stone Skin Technique

Mirror Image

...

"Hehehehe, worthy of Dewensen Magic Academy. These defensive spells are really quite comprehensive."

Just right. Tania had been taking spell classes for seven years, and he could graduate in a day.

In an instant, a dazzling array of spells unfolded before David's eyes of Jealousy. There were more than a dozen defensive spells, over twenty providing damage resistance or reduction, more than fifty for enhancement and support, and over a dozen for magical resistance or anti-magic. Altogether, hundreds of starting spells for a spellcaster battle burst into action at once. It was enough to overwhelm even David, who had activated his Greed Authority, leaving him unable to copy them all.

He only picked a few of the most practical ones like Shield, Mage Armor, and Anti-Magic Field; the first two were force-field defenses, while the latter could significantly reduce the spell penetration of these Mages.

Yolanda, who was originally buffing him, had to settle for applying some less common defenses to David, such as those against lightning, poison, and disease.

As for fire and ice? Any informed Archmage wouldn't waste Magic Power on that, at least not against David in his corresponding draconic form.

Perhaps David's current posture was too overbearing. Just as various mental control spells—including Charm Monster, Blinding, High-Level Hex, and Violate Viscera—erupted to hold him back, an unknown Sanctum Archmage joined the fray.

Suddenly, a Dark Iron Fist, as large as David's form, appeared in the sky. The fist then transformed into a palm, pressing directly down on David.

An advanced version of Mage's Hand—Sky Fury Fist.

The statue beneath David's feet shattered instantly, and like the monkey under Five Fingers Mountain, he was pressed into the fountain.

"Brother David!" Tania called out worriedly.

The academy's students breathed a sigh of relief and felt somewhat vindicated. A young Dragon had been so arrogant, yet it was instantaneously crushed. It didn't make for much of a spectacle.

However, the Elves quickly realized with shock that none of the professors or masters showed a smile. Instead, their faces held an expression of disbelief and seriousness.

Moreover, the Paladin who had accompanied the Silver Dragon had only provided minimal spell support at the beginning and showed no intention of joining the fight, instead looking on with interest at the ruins of the fountain area.

"Look, that Dragon!"

The dark Evocation palm was being forcefully lifted by the Dragon, which had somehow acquired a layer of Petrification Armor, its face twisted with both Arrogance and Greed, as if to say, "More! Bring on more spells!"

The disbelief among the Mages was not that David withstood a spell from an Archmage. Rather, it was that in that instantaneous moment, he had endured an unclear number of different spells—so many that they hadn't even had time to distinguish them all.

Absurd!

"Euniselen," a name was called out by the first Evocation professor.

"I got it."

A female Elf suddenly appeared before David via Advanced Teleportation Spell, extending a hand to lightly touch his chest.

The next moment, an invisible force sent David deep underground.

A Ninth-level spell, a variation of the Imprisonment Spell—Burial.

The spell, plain yet effective, stunned all the students watching. It was far more lively and thrilling than their dry magic classes.

Just as Euniselen, who had sealed and buried David underground, was about to leave, she too sensed something amiss. Using her Perception Technique, she was shocked to feel the opponent moving rapidly.

That was thousands of meters underground—how was that possible! Could it be that he transformed into a Red Dragon, using Mana Energy radiation or his breath weapon? Impossible. A breath attack at that density would only cause him to implode.

Soon, it wasn't just her. All the Elves of the academy could feel the earth begin to writhe as if alive.

"Retreat! All students, evacuate towards the outside of the academy! Quickly!"

And as David got closer and closer to the surface, this effect became more apparent.

Not long after the students of the Magic Academy had evacuated, a colossal stone sword, laced with metal, erupted from the ground, shattering the Mirror Image Euniselen had left in her place into sparkling fragments.