School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 124 --Academy Competition

The scene attracted many spectators, including several bewildered freshmen who wore expressions of surprise.

Moments ago, the senior had seemed so dominant and overbearing, a sight that had angered and impressed them.

Yet, upon encountering Owen, he became as meek as a quail, pitifully pretending to be pitiable.

This stark contrast amused the onlookers.

Owen glanced indifferently at the man, not uttering a word.

The man, however, trembled, his smile tainted with bitterness, his demeanor abjectly submissive.

As Owen walked forward, the surrounding crowd parted to make way for him.

Even freshmen, oblivious to the situation, were briskly pulled aside by older students to clear a path.

Owen left with an air of grace, his departing figure imposing and enigmatic.

The crowd gathered again, with the freshmen eagerly asking, "Who was that man? Just a glance from him was enough to scare the other guy."

The older students, always eager to mentor, coupled with their few extra years at the academy, found this to be perfect gossip material.

Without any attempt to downplay Owen’s reputation, one of them raised a thumb towards the sky: "You don’t know? That guy is Owen, a second-year student."

"Ah?" came the chorus of astonished responses.

"He’s only in second year? I thought he was a sixth-year student. That kind of aura doesn’t seem faked."

"Heh, you don’t know the half of it. This guy is legendary, known as ’the strongest freshman in history’. You’ve heard of the Crimson Society, right?"

"Of course, we’ve seen lots of their recruitment posters around the school."

"The student organization ranked in the top three in the academy, with third-year students who couldn’t withstand a single move from Owen."

"Wow, that’s impressive." The freshmen’s jaws dropped in awe, eagerly egging on the conversation.

The older student chuckled: "That’s not even the most impressive part. There was a student from the angel race in our academy who provoked this big shot. Guess what happened?"

"How?" The freshmen stretched their necks like giraffes, eager to get closer to the older student, listening intently, afraid to miss any detail.

"Heh, in just one move, one single move, our big shot smashed the angel race’s prodigy to pieces. After that incident, his fame skyrocketed. Even sixth-year students would rather take a detour than cross his path. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, if you ever see this big shot, tread carefully. If you provoke him and he kills you, your family might even have to apologize to him."

"Wow—" The freshmen were left almost speechless in awe.

It was just too incredible.

One curious freshman asked loudly, "Senior, that’s an impressive story, but how could he dare to kill someone from the angel race? Wouldn’t they come after him?"

The older student glanced at him and said gravely, "You’d better not pry into such matters. Some things are better left unknown. Just remember, this big shot is not to be messed with, got it?"

"Got it," they replied.

The freshmen’s curiosity was satisfied, and the older student enjoyed sharing his knowledge.

They dispersed to their respective activities.

Looking around, they noticed that the guy who had accidentally bumped into Owen had already slipped away quietly, not daring to utter any threats, much like the older student had described.

The individual who had bumped into Owen caught up with him and blocked his path.

Owen frowned, and his formidable aura surged forth.

When his face was calm, he was like a serene sea, vast and deep, with its turbulence hidden beneath the surface.

But the moment he frowned, it was as though the sea churned violently, waves crashing as if a protodragon might burst forth from beneath at any second, ready to devour.

"I...I...I..." The person obstructing Owen struggled to articulate.

Erin giggled sweetly, "You better speak up quickly, or my master will really get angry."

The man calmed down and took a deep breath, "Mr. Owen, please allow me to follow you."

Owen’s brows furrowed deeper, as if a protodragon was about to crawl out of his face and tear out the heart of the person in front of him.

The man turned pale and trembled.

"No need," Owen sidestepped him, leaving those words behind.

The man bit his teeth and called out from behind, "Mr. Owen, don’t you know about the academy competition among the four great Magic Academies of the human race?"

Owen’s pace didn’t stop, but it slowed.

"What does that have to do with you?"

"I can provide you with a lot of information."

Owen stopped, and the man hurriedly ran in front of him, bowing his head.

"I’m not particularly interested in such things, so your information wouldn’t mean much to me."

The man spoke solemnly, "Although the Grand Magus Academy has profound heritage, it has been defeated in the last three competitions among the four major Magic Academies. The other three academies have their reservations about Grand Magus, and with their ambitions clear, they’ve used the competition results to create a buzz, causing the public to doubt Grand Magus Academy’s authority."

"This competition is crucial for Grand Magus Academy; it cannot afford to lose. I’ve learned that many capable seniors have been dispatched on missions, leaving only you in the academy."

"The heavy responsibility of the competition naturally falls on your shoulders. I believe the principal will soon seek you out."

Owen squinted his eyes and smiled lightly, "What’s your name?"

"Isaac Rozhev. You can call me Isaac."

"Do you know who I am?" Owen continued.

Isaac curved a smile, "I’ve heard a bit."

Owen nodded, "Good. If the principal approaches me, I might take you on as an attendant."

"Thank you, sir, for this opportunity. I will be your follower for life!"

Owen gave a slight smile, "It’s not time for that yet."

Leaving those words behind, Owen took Erin’s hand and walked past Isaac, leaving the area.

This time, Isaac did not follow.

He stood there, clenching his fists tightly, with a fiery determination in his eyes:

"If I cling to Mr. Owen’s coattails, who can bully or insult me anymore? Finally, I can provide a better life for my family!"

Owen returned to his dormitory building to find an old man with a white beard standing at the entrance.

Seeing Owen, he revealed a warm smile: "Saint, how are you finding life at the academy?"

This voice resonated directly in Owen’s mind, a clear instance of soul telepathy.

"Principal Kendo, you really came to find me," Owen replied telepathically, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

"What do you mean?"

Owen shared the encounter with Isaac with Principal Kendo.

Kendo stroked his beard and said, "Ah, Isaac. Alas, he is burdened by worldly emotions, and it’s not my place to comment. However, he is quite talented and strategic. One professor remarked, ’His best use would be as a strategist for someone, not as a magus.’ Having him by your side wouldn’t be a hindrance."

"You think highly of him," Owen noted.

Kendo nodded, "He’s had a tough life. If we can help him a bit, we should. You know why I’m here. Are you willing to represent the academy in the competition?"

Owen waved his hand dismissively, "Naturally, I’m not interested. I don’t care for fighting and killing."

Kendo forced a smile, his skin crinkling like tree bark, not a particularly pleasant sight: "Name your condition then."

"Hmm—Principal, you’re asking for my help. Shouldn’t you be the one setting the conditions?"

Clever little rascal...

"You’re the type who won’t act unless there’s something in it for you. Let me think..."

Kendo’s eyes flickered thoughtfully, and after a brief moment, he added, "I know you’re interested in forbidden techniques. If you fight for the academy, I’ll have a professor teach you one forbidden technique."

"Two."

"You’re quite greedy. You know the saying, ’Bite off more than you can chew.’ You should understand that."

"If I can’t chew it, I’ll just keep learning. No problem."

"Win the championship, and you can choose any two forbidden techniques."

"Deal."

Both men shared smiles, their gazes meeting and sparking an interesting exchange.

A battle of wits between a big fox and a little fox – quite intriguing.

To onlookers, this scene was somewhat peculiar.

An old man with white hair and Owen were gazing into each other’s eyes, not speaking, just occasionally breaking into smiles and then seemingly understanding each other and laughing in unison.

The scene was both eerie and heartwarming.

Yet, given Owen’s strength and reputation, no one dared to inquire.

This was the man who dared to kill a member of the angel race, after all.

After Kendo left, Owen summoned Finn.

Finn’s demeanor had also changed significantly, shedding the arrogance of nobility for a more reserved persona.

Like a bloodied sword that had been tempered and refined, he now exuded a subtle strength. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Sir," he greeted respectfully, "you wanted to see me?"

"Find Isaac for me, and from now on, let him follow you."

"Isaac is...?"

"My new attendant, quite a sharp mind."

"Understood."

The next day, Owen was summoned to the Grand Magus Academy’s dojo.

Indeed, the academy had a dojo.

It taught various combat techniques, not spells.

The founders of the Grand Magus Academy understood clearly the weakness of a magus in close combat.

Without some combat techniques, getting too close to an opponent could mean death.

Hence, the dojo was established to train the academy’s students in physical prowess and martial skills.

Unfortunately, few students ever visited the dojo.

How could a magus stoop to learn such inferior skills?

The dojo was already populated with several people, none of whom Owen recognized.