If you want to bring someone down from their high horse, the best way is to make their fall utterly humiliating.
"Listen, peasant!" the angry bird guy sneered. "It's a rule that whoever suggests a duel also decides the penalty for the defeated."
"Fine with me," I mumbled.
"I declare that the loser of this duel shall become the victor's lapdog! And this rule shall never be broken! We have teachers and students as witnesses. With that in mind, are you sure you still want to fight a prodigy such as myself?"
I sighed. This guy was freaking narcissistic! He acted like he'd already won.
"Sure."
We stood face to face, and I let him make the first move.
"Come on. Show me your best attack," I called out, making sure the entire stadium could hear.
The so-called prodigy hissed in annoyance.
"Tch... How a lowlife like you gets this cocky is revolting. Don't you dare underestimate me. I'll put you in your place!"
"Alright, go on," I said, feigning boredom.
His breathing grew ragged with rage. Then, just when I thought he couldn't get any more dramatic, he dropped to one knee and began chanting.
"Oh, Vireth, Goddess of Divinity, grant me the power to smite the unworthy! Let the heavens roar, let the skies split, and let my enemies be reduced to ash! By your will, I call forth—"
Wait... was he praying? Or was that an incantation? Damn, it was slow. If this were a real fight against monsters, he'd be dead before finishing it.
Dark clouds gathered overhead, crackling with energy. The onlookers gasped at the shift in the atmosphere. Anna looked worried, while my friends—especially Four Eyes—were already mourning my supposed death.
Finally, the long-winded chant ended. I should win an award for being the most patient opponent alive.
"Thunder-Bolt!" he shouted, dropping his hand toward me.
A blinding bolt of lightning struck me dead on, kicking up a wild storm of dust and smoke.
"Hah! The kid's done for!" someone exclaimed.
"Asherman!! Our Asherman is dead!" Four Eyes wailed, joined by his two idiot companions.
But as the smoke cleared, I smirked, savoring their gasps and widened eyes.
"No way! He's still alive!"
"How did he survive that?!"
Even my Milf teacher looked dumbfounded. Perfect.
I turned to my opponent and scoffed at his stunned expression.
"What's wrong, big guy?" I sneered. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"H-h-how did you survive that?" he stammered.
"That?" I scoffed. "I just let it hit me. Honestly, I'm disappointed. It barely tickled."
That was a lie. I had used a wind barrier spell I'd been secretly practicing.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" he bellowed, on the verge of losing it. Exactly what I wanted.
But this needed to be more fun.
I sighed dramatically, making sure my voice carried. "Surely, that wasn't your best spell, right?" I smirked. "A noble such as yourself—the Duke's son, a second-year student—you were just holding back, weren't you?"
His eye twitched as he dug his fingers into his scalp. "Insolence!"
"Don't tell me that was your best magic... Mr Hilarious, was ut?"
"My name is Hillary, not Hilarious, you lowlife!"
"Whatever, man. I don't care about guys' names. But the Duke must be so proud of that weak-ass magic of yours. Or maybe... disappointed?"
That hit the mark. His entire body shook with fury.
Time for the final push.
"Alright, hit me with your strongest spell. I won't move from where l stand. If I do, I lose."
A collective gasp erupted from the crowd.
"This kid is crazy! He's actually asking for it!"
"Let him have it. He begged for it."
Before I could react, a familiar voice shouted, "Brother, dearest!"
I turned to see Sharon, panting from running, her face stricken with worry. Someone must have told her about the duel. I winked at her, then turned back to Angry Bird, my expression shifting into what some simpletons might call cocky—but legends such as myself would call cockyfidence.
Because I'd be cocky, and also fucking confident!
I yawned as he started his incantation again—this one was even longer than the last one. Guess it's true that the longer the chant, the powerful the spell. I couldn't hear most of it, but at the end, l heard him yell: "Thunder Dragon of Destruction!"
The sky darkened as an enormous storm cloud formed above. The entire arena was robbed of sunlight. Then, from the clouds, a massive dragon of crackling golden lightning emerged, its fierce eyes locked onto me, its tendrils of energy whipping wildly. The sheer force of it tore through the academy's flag, shredded papers into the air, and sent students scrambling for safety.
I had to admit, it was impressive.
He let out a manic laugh. "DIE!!"
The dragon descended with terrifying force. I braced myself, and to be honest, the impact was devastating—it nearly shattered my wind shield, and I took some damage. But compared to the destruction around me, I was barely scratched. The ground was a total wreck. The impact of his spell had splitted the ground and created a hole where l stood.
Everyone fell silent.
Then—
I laughed.
A deep, villainous laugh bubbled up inside me, and I let it erupt.
And that's when everyone's faces dropped.
I climbed out of the crater and stalked toward the Angry Birdman, who was collapsed on the ground, panting. His mana was completely drained.
Shockingly, the crowd remained silent.
No murmurs.
No whispers.
Just pure, unfiltered terror.
I loved it. Every single second.
Who knew acting like a true villain would feel this good?
Too bad my opponent was a dude. Otherwise, I'd have punished him with my Rod of Judgment.
I crouched, grabbed the Angry Bird by his collar, and lifted him into the air.
Damn, he's heavy.
Gotta work on my physical strength training.
Still, I held him up, making sure everyone saw how pathetic he looked.
"Want me to attack you with one of my spells, or your own?" I corced.
"Bastard! Put me down!" he spat on my face.
Oh-oh. Wrong move, buddy.
Only Milfs were allowed to spit on me!
Raising a hand, I smirked. "Lightning Dragon—whatever-that-spell-was, come forth."
A darker, more menacing storm cloud formed on the sky and my dragon appeared—bigger, meaner, with fangs.
The teachers stood up in shock and the Principal screamed at me to stop, sying l would destroy the academy and whatever, but l ignored her.
After all, they'd ignored me too until now.
I tightened my grip on Hillary's collar and smirked. My voice dropped into a slow, dangerous whisper.
"Your choice. Your spell... or mine?"
"I-I GIVE UP!" he shrieked. "YOU WIN! PLEASE, DON'T KILL ME!"
The words rang like music to my ears.
I flicked my fingers and the thunderous dragon vanished. I dropped my opponent like a sack of trash to the ground and spat back at him.
"Tch... pathetic."
Then, I turned to the teachers, my smirk now widening.
"So... who's the winner of this duel?"
My gaze landed on Ma'am Sarah. Her small, alluring lips parted, but no words came out from her mouth.
Perfect.
Now, she'd never treat me like a side character again.
And soon...
Very soon...
I'd get my hands on those beautiful milk tanks of hers.
And I'd get loads of Pleasure Points from her.
Tbc