Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 69: Is the professor joking?

Brandon smirked and crossed his arms. "Hahaha! Looks like we got someone a little too self-assured. Okay then, White Armor Sting, tear her apart!"

The giant White Armor Sting charged toward Zoe, waving its sharp pincers threateningly over the air. However, right when it was close, a curtain of water appeared to slow it down.

"Hold on," a voice calm but commanding described into the situation.

Standing on the edge of the iron cage was Professor Xavier himself.

"Zoe Miller, do you enter this match to prove something or because you actually want to participate in the event?" He stroked his gray beard.

"I’m serious, Professor," Zoe confidently said.

Professor Xavier very slightly nodded his head as if satisfied, then turning back to the crowd, announced:

"The rules of this Summoning Department competition are very simple: whosoever summoning student who defeats a hundred challengers will win cultivation resources and special rewards. However, starting now, there will be an adjustment to the rules."

Murmurs erupted through the audience while Professor Xavier continued:

"Any summoning student who defeats Zoe Miller will receive credit for fifty defeats."

Taken aback, the audience gasped.

"One person equates to fifty? Is the professor joking?"

Even Brandon Brown gulped hard, losing his confident demeanor. "What sort of power does this girl have for the professor to make such a terrible amendment?"

From the sidelines, Ian Harper, one of the top students in the Summoning Department, muttered, "It just got twice as complicated."

"You’ve got to be kidding," Wesley Grant exclaimed. "An intermediate mage in this competition? How are we supposed to compete with that?"

Before anyone could further protest, Professor Xavier spoke once more. "The match begins now." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Zoe and the summoners to face off.

Zoe wasted no time. As soon as the battle commenced, she traced her star trajectory. Flames ignited in her palms, swirling violently before she launched a blazing attack.

"Purple Flame—Fire—Burst!"

A searing streak of fire cut through the air, striking the White Armor Sting directly. The impact was explosive, sending a wave of heat throughout the cage.

When the smoke cleared, the once-menacing creature lay motionless, its body charred and unrecognizable.

The crowd was silent. Even Brandon Brown, who had been brimming with arrogance, was at a loss for words. His prized summon had been defeated in a single move.

It wasn’t long before the murmurs began.

"She’s an intermediate mage—and with spirit flames! That’s insane!"

"I was wrong about her. She could represent more than fifty of us."

"She could probably represent ninety-nine of us! Let’s leave one out just to keep her humble," another joked nervously.

While the freshmen were quick to shift their opinions, the summoning students were reeling. The realization that Zoe was a mid-level mage with spirit flames attached crushed their confidence.

"This isn’t fair," Wesley Grant muttered angrily. "How are we supposed to win against someone like that?"

Adrian Moore, the referee, shot him a sharp look. "Stop whining! Are you questioning Professor Xavier’s judgment? Use your heads and cooperate if you want a chance."

"But even if we all attack her at once, we’ll still lose," Ian Harper argued.

"Idiots," Adrian snapped. "Did you not see her weld the iron cage shut? She’s already signaling that she won’t call for help. This is your fight. Figure it out."

Meanwhile, Everett Holland, the head of the Summoning Department, watched the scene unfold with a heavy sigh.

"This is going to be a complete wipeout," he muttered. As much as he wanted to encourage his students, he knew their chances were slim to none.

From the sidelines, Nate Dawson nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Director, I think they’re doomed."

Zoe, standing in the center of the iron cage, gazed at her opponents with a calm yet commanding demeanor. Flames danced at her fingertips as she prepared for the next challenger.

The crowd fell silent once more, captivated by the display of strength and confidence emanating from this extraordinary mage.

"Marissa, Zoe is so strong! Compared to her, I feel like a total weakling!"

Tina Baine’s small mouth had formed an "O" shape, her face a mix of shock and awe as she stared at the display of power in the Colosseum.

In the first battle at the Bund, Tina had stayed safely in the protective Kun Forest conjured by Marissa Jones, leaving most of the combat to her. Zoe rarely fought during that time, and Tina had assumed they were on the same level of strength.

"I didn’t realize I was the only one here who’s truly terrible!"

"Everyone has their strengths, Tina," Marissa said, trying to console her.

"Yeah, strengths that make me look even weaker!" Tina pouted, sticking out her tongue in mock frustration.

Marissa gave a soft laugh, shaking her head. Tina had clearly misunderstood her intentions.

"Won’t Zoe wipe the floor with those summoning students? Those poor guys are in over their heads!" Tina added.

"She probably will," Marissa replied with a nod. "An intermediate mage still holds a huge advantage over slave-level creatures. Plus, she’s not just any intermediate mage."

"Not so fast," came a voice from the contract space shared between Luke and Marissa.

It was Luke, his tone calm but edged with intrigue. "The boy with the pendant is strong. She might have to work for this one."

"Luke, you’re awake!" Marissa exclaimed, surprised. She thought Luke would need a few more days to recover after their last battle.

"Yeah," Luke replied. From the contract space, he could share Marissa’s vision and observe the events unfolding outside.

"Is he really that strong?" Marissa asked curiously. "Strong enough to challenge her?"

"He’s got talent. But I’m more interested in how far she’ll push herself against him," Luke said.

While the boy with the pendant was still leagues away from Luke’s level, it intrigued him to watch these battles unfold.

"I guess I’ll need to pay closer attention," Marissa said, her expression growing more serious.