School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 161 --Three Factions

Out of the corner of his eye, Owen saw the master-tier werewolf launching an attack on Isaac and his group, and he swiftly channeled his arcanergy.

A sword aura, aglow with golden light, pierced into the werewolf’s shoulder joint.

The werewolf, using that arm as a pivot to spin, was caught off guard by the sudden, excruciating pain that exploded in its joint.

With a loud howl, it lost its footing and was flung face-first across the ground.

Berkeley seized the moment to set up a magic array.

However, the giant ape took advantage of this distraction, landing a punch directly on Owen’s chest.

Owen couldn’t dodge in time and was slammed into the mountain wall, causing stones to crumble and dust to fill the air.

Twisting out from the debris, Owen said with a cold expression, "Truly an iron lump."

There must be something peculiar within the giant ape’s body, its strength terrifyingly formidable.

That punch had caused Owen’s internal organs to tremble—a feat not even a regular master’s attack could achieve, given Owen’s cultivated resilience.

Owen advanced again, engaging the giant ape in close combat, knowing he needed to end the fight quickly.

As they closed in on each other, Owen summoned the Seastar Trident, thrusting it straight into the giant ape’s chest.

The giant ape, in pain, let out a loud cry.

Clutching its chest, it grabbed the spear and yanked it out, its massive palm then hurtling towards Owen.

Owen’s eyelids twitched.

The Seastar Seal had no effect on the giant ape; did its body contain no arcanergy?

And this brute force of pulling out the spear—was it not afraid of bleeding out excessively?

Owen smoothly withdrew the Seastar Trident, not bothering to dodge as he twisted the spearhead to stab at the giant ape’s palm.

The giant ape, having learned its lesson, leaped backward to avoid another piercing wound.

It then grabbed a tree trunk, thick enough to be embraced by one person, and swung it at Owen.

Each move was methodical, not merely reliant on brute strength.

Owen’s expression darkened, realizing the entity behind this creature possessed significant skill.

With his formidable strength, Owen pressed on, forcing the giant ape into a steady retreat.

The giant ape’s furious roars caused Erin and Nina, even from a distance, to reel with dizziness and nausea.

In contrast, Owen, facing the giant ape directly, was unaffected, his eyes shining like golden orbs.

Owen’s soul was exceptionally resilient, defying conventional understanding.

The roar, which could be considered at ten levels of intensity, barely registered as one or two to him, easily countered by his robust spirit, posing no threat.

Yet, he mused, "My full-strength strike should have pierced through an elephant, leaving it chillingly cold. How come this giant ape seems unbothered? Could it be something about its bone armor? But it doesn’t seem so; it’s more like it’s part of its own body."

With a flicker in his gaze, Owen found a moment to launch three iron spikes, embedding them in the giant ape’s body—one in the foreleg and two in the back.

Covered in Owen’s arcanergy and holy light, the spikes further suppressed the giant ape’s strength.

Visibly, the giant ape’s size reduced.

Owen was not surprised by the spellbeast’s shape-shifting abilities.

Owen dodged the giant ape’s strike and maneuvered to its back.

Leaping high, he aimed the trident directly at the nape of its neck.

The giant ape’s head and back were protected by bone armor, except for the neck, which required freedom of movement and couldn’t be covered.

Owen planned to exploit this vulnerability to deliver a fatal blow to the giant ape.

Lacking the werewolf’s agility, the giant ape couldn’t possibly turn in time to counter.

Just as Owen was about to strike successfully, an unexpected transformation occurred: the back of the giant ape’s head suddenly sprouted two eyes, and two more arms extended from its shoulders.

Owen finally understood the purpose of the small holes in the giant ape’s bone armor at the back of its head.

The creature could morph into a four-eyed, four-armed being, having concealed this ability until now.

This was entirely beyond normal.

Owen’s pupils constricted, a sense of absurdity overwhelming him.

Upon activating its second form, the giant ape’s aura exploded with intensity.

Despite being impaled with three iron spikes, its strength wasn’t diminished but instead seemed to enhance.

The giant ape swatted away the trident, distorting Owen’s posture, followed by a massive fist coming straight for him.

Owen had already experienced the monster’s formidable strength.

With a somersault, Owen dodged the punch.

As the battle raged fiercely on one front, the situation escalated equally on another.

The werewolf creature crashed into a large tree and, before it could steady itself, Isaac launched a frontal assault.

Isaac was among the rare magi in the academy who practiced combat techniques.

This was precisely why he chose to follow Owen.

Had his magical talent been higher, he would have stayed to deepen his studies at the academy, rather than embarking on adventures with Owen.

His blade gleaming with lethal sharpness, Isaac faced the werewolf, who dared not meet the attack head-on and instead opted for evasion.

The werewolf’s left shoulder bore a bleeding wound, rendering its entire arm limp and unusable.

Fortunately for it, its serpentine tail lashed out directly at Owen’s face.

Both combatants moved simultaneously, each aiming to outpace the other.

Isaac, though slightly lower in realm, was no ordinary adversary; he was a true product of the academy, not some wild, untrained creature like the werewolf.

Despite the werewolf’s injury limiting its speed, Isaac managed to exchange blows evenly, yet delivering a fatal strike proved immensely challenging.

Berkeley was not merely an onlooker.

Channeling his arcanergy, he quickly set up a Level 5 magic array.

"Get out now!" he shouted.

Isaac’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly leaped to Berkeley’s side, outside the magic array.

The werewolf, instinctively sensing danger, attempted to follow Isaac’s escape but was too late.

The space shimmered with magical runes and a ghostly blue light, bouncing the creature back inside.

Trapped at the center of the magic array, the werewolf’s eyes glinted with a wild beast’s ferocity.

Its massive body was covered in grey-white fur, with sharp fangs exposed and drool dripping from its mouth.

It tried to break through the restraints, but each contact with the blue luminescent barrier resulted in being repelled by an invisible force.

Again and again, it furiously clawed at the ground, enraged.

The runes within the magic array seemed to come alive, with blue light coursing between them, weaving a vast net that tightly ensnared the werewolf.

Each time the werewolf collided with the barrier, ripples spread across it like the surface of water gently touched by the wind.

The runes on the barrier flickered, emitting a deep echo as if chanting ancient spells.

The werewolf struggled within the magic array, its angry howls echoing.

Isaac, catching his breath, asked, "Aren’t we killing it?"

"Let the lord decide," Berkeley confidently said about his magic array.

"Keeping a live captive can yield a lot of information."

Their attention then shifted towards Owen’s battlefield.

Isaac’s eyes widened, momentarily forgetting to breathe, "Four eyes, four arms? What on earth is this thing?"

Berkeley was equally stunned, "I’ve never seen anything like it. It doesn’t seem natural."

"What do you mean?" Isaac asked, eyes fixed on the scene.

"It might be some sort of rare encounter that transformed this giant ape’s body, allowing it to learn a Mystic Technique that changes its physical structure," Berkeley speculated.

Isaac nodded solemnly, "What should we do now?"

"Trust in the lord," Berkeley chuckled lightly.

"He’s just gauging the giant ape’s capabilities."

Owen, gaining the upper hand in his fierce battle with the giant ape, glanced over to see Berkeley had subdued the werewolf, bringing him a sense of relief as he focused entirely on the giant ape.

Faced with Owen’s full attention, the giant ape’s defeat became imminent.

Owen’s arcanergy seemed limitless, coupled with his nearly inexhaustible physical stamina, he was an indomitable force.

The giant ape’s attempts at using combat techniques to kill Owen were utterly futile.

Perhaps the person behind the scenes had too little information on Owen to think such a plan would work.

"Who sent you?" Owen asked, seeing the giant ape was no match for him, still finding time to pose a question.

Isaac was taken aback, "This creature can understand us?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Most likely," Berkeley mused, stroking his chin.

"It’s rare for a monster to learn a Mystic Technique."

He mistakenly believed the giant ape’s four-eyed, four-armed form was the result of a Mystic Technique.

The giant ape ignored his question, continuing to roar furiously and scratch wildly, its eyes turning blood red.

Just then, the sound of flapping wings came from above, as if a fierce beast was approaching.

Owen, on alert, rolled to the side without a second thought.

Immediately afterward, a massive fireball descended from the sky, striking where Owen had just been.

Rocks melted under the flame, and vegetation was instantly charred.

Berkeley leaped away, exclaiming in shock, "More trouble?"

Isaac, with a grimace, added, "Will this ever end?"

Owen looked up to see a large bird in the sky, bizarre in appearance, with a crow’s head, bat wings, and a snake-like neck but no tail.

There was a rider on the bird’s back, wearing a bronze mask that only revealed two eye holes.

Then, from the jungle came a cacophony of noises as several shadows shot out like arrows.

The group looked closely, only to be startled again: these were several giant grey wolves.

Well, now everything had indeed come together.

The battlefield was now a stand-off among three distinct forces.