Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The dean's face changed and he was angered, but he kept his silence as he turned to glance at the direction of a single tower.

"The man didn't say anything wrong," the next instant another silhouette appeared from that tower, "my master says the kid should be punished."

It was Dolan, but when he just reached Reem, three more shades moved from the remaining towers.

"Not guilty," Anotny said.

"Not guilty," Goden said.

"Not guilty," Sam said.

Reem cracked a wide smile as she turned to the dean and said:

"The masters said their decision… the kid isn't guilty."

The dean couldn't resist the forces of four masters combined, even if had the backing of one master. "He isn't guilty," he had to say these words.

"Great," Reem chuckled before pausing, "my master also wants to convey a message… stop manipulating the contest, or this will have very serious consequences over your academy in the near future. Consider this as a promise not a warning please."

She then turned to nod to the other three and totally ignored Dolan before returning to her tower.

Each one moved the next instant to vanish from the sight of the dean who simply sighed.

"This is team twelve victory," the dean shouted before adding, "next teams please move to the arena."

Arthur watched what just happened and he had to sigh. "You are damn fixed on hiding yourself till the bitter end," he inwardly sighed before walking towards his team.

His injuries were healing fast, but many still remained even after descending the arena.

"This isn't a fair fight," Madly was already pumped up in rage as she clenched her fists, "I need to vent some anger. Next time I'll be the first to start the fight."

"Just stop acting like a child," Arthur couldn't help but shake his head, "this isn't a game, and it's expected for them to try not to abide by the rules."

"But…"

"Just don't try to make things more complicated," Arthur had to stop her while sighing, "there will be a time where every ounce of your strengths will be needed. So please reserve your powers and try to clear your minds and prepare for the worse."

His words came to make them realize that a huge fight was going to happen. They all nodded and Amelia whispered:

"Is it that bad?"

"Indeed," he nodded before glancing over the dean in the high point in the sky, "he won't rest until we all are dead."

"More reasons to prove him wrong then," she chuckled and he simply patted her shoulders as he said, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone harm any of us."

"I hope… you will be alright at the end of this."

She wasn't worried on herself but on him. He simply smiled and said nothing while watching with her in his embrace the fights going on.

Nothing like what happened before to his fight happened again, and he doubted the dean would be crazy enough to try the same approach again.

Arthur could deal with them in many ways, but he preferred to use the most simple and shocking way… the brutal way.

Like this the dean and others behind him wouldn't try this approach again or else they would end up losing many of their teams with no result at all.

He took another healing pill before ten rounds of matches ended and it was their turn again.

"So we have one hundred and twenty teams right now. Long way to reach top five," he sighed while ascending the stairs and thinking about the previous tactic of his enemies. "It's not that bad actually," he inwardly sneered as now he just hoped they would reuse that tactic again.

"Like this I won't take long to reach the top five."

He stood in the arena where dozens of rings were there. The lead master was the same from before, and he had a scratch over his forehead.

When he saw Arthur, his eyes shone with deep anger, but Arthur just ignored him. "You play with fire, what did you think you'll get in the end?" he inwardly sneered while the master issued the signal for the next round of contest.

Arthur and his team kept crushing any team standing before them without any suspense. Arthur kept interfering roughly all the time. "It's weird all the teams we met so far had aura from higher planes," he was astonished to notice that, "and only the teams facing us used this trick."

He noticed other teams while resting, none used the aura of the higher planes ever in their contest. It seemed like those coming up to face them had this supplement at the last minute, making him speechless at the effort his enemies were doing to crush him.

Round after round the contest continued. Each round of contest took roughly from three to ten hours to conduct, and Arthur had to give meat to his team and himself from time to time.

"They need to be best in shape," he muttered to himself when descending from the last fight.

The number of teams now diminished to reach only twenty-four. "Next the number will decrease to twelve, then six, and finally the top five."

'Ding! Something is about to happen.'

Just as he was about to reach the ground, his system alarmed him. 'What?' he simply asked.

'Ding! A team of five are going up to the arena.'

The words of the system made Arthur instantly glance at the stele. 'Wow, I made it to that height already!'

There was a very big transverse line in the stele where the name of his team, team twelve, shone in bright gold color. But, his name was much higher than the team, almost reaching the top one fourth section of the stele.

'So they are going to challenge my team… interesting,' he sneered while waiting on the last step of the stairs as he didn't take the last one down.

"Is there anything wrong?" Gor asked as he was the one directly behind Arthur.

"I think we might be summoned up there soon," he smiled as he pointed towards the stele.

"The stele…" Sherry muttered.

"We are already past the midline," Omar said in excitement, "and we are the only team to do that!"

"Don't be celebrating too soon," Amelia warned, "now we can be challenged by those higher planes' teams."

Her words managed to quench the excitement fire inside everyone as they realized the risk they were facing right now.

"What should we do?" Tarry asked with obvious nervousness.

"Nothing," Arthur shrugged before laughing, "we'll crush them the same way we crushed everyone else."

They all glanced at him weirdly before the dean suddenly spoke:

"The next contest is an interesting one," he said before turning to the stele in the air as he added, "as you can see, team twelve and their ace, Willy, are both shining proudly in the stele above the midline."

The eyes of all standing here glanced for the first time at the stele to notice this. The team heard loud exclamations of shock and admiration while the dean added:

"So a team hailing from the lycan great clan has issued a challenge…" he paused as his face showed an interesting smile, "Willy, the ace of team twelve is challenged by the team Zero of the lycans. Please ascend the stage and let the challenge commence."

"What?!!!"

Everyone in the team exclaimed in shock while they all turned towards Arthur who bitterly smiled. "You think so low of me old man," he sneered before adding, "let me correct this misbelief of yours and crush all you send towards my way."