I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

In the afternoon, they came to the actual combat examination at noon.

All the students came to the training building and came to the training rooms according to the class division.

As soon as Andrew entered the room, he was surprised to find that the senior official and Arci who stirred up trouble at noon were present.

In one training room, three senior officials were assigned to take the test, and five medium officials were responsible for maintaining order and rescuing when necessary.

The three senior officials were the ones who had a conflict with Andrew and Andrew at noon because of the seat.

"It seems that you have been tricked," Nason whispered.

Andrew smiled and felt worried.

"You're late. Go back to your team!" Arci shouted coldly.

The senior official who was about to accept the challenge snorted coldly as if he was saying, "I will take special care of you later."

Andrew didn't say anything and went straight to the other end of the room.

All the students of grade two and class D gathered together.

Arci, as a clerk, showed up and explained the rules.

The rule was very simple. The actual combat courses had a total of 100 points, and the deduction system was adopted.

That was to say, every student had got 100 points at the beginning to challenge the senior students.

'For those who stick for less than 1 minute, 1 point will be deducted every 2 seconds, and for those who stick for less than 20 seconds, 50 points will be deducted directly.'

'For example, if he hit a senior official more than 3 times, he would not be punished; if he was punished 3 times, he would be punished 10 points; if he was punished 2 times, he would be punished 20 points and so on.'

'In short, he has to hold on for as long as possible in the battle between senior officials. As long as he can hit him by magic enough times and even hurt senior officials, he will have a chance to get high marks.'

It was a test of students' survival on the battlefield.

Of course, if he could defeat a senior official, he would get a full score.

As for the mid-term examination for the senior students, the test was how many ordinary students could be defeated, the average time for defeating all the students, and how many times they were hit.

There were 99 students in each class, and 3 senior leaders were assigned to each class to deal with 33 ordinary students.

If they finished 33 and continued to challenge more students, they could get a higher score.

This created a competitive relationship between ordinary students and senior officials.

Once this kind of competition was formed, there was no need to worry about bribery or cheating.

Because senior officials would be demoted to intermediate ones if they failed the exam.

The first student came onto the stage.

As for the senior officials, the first one to show up was the one who took the initiative to provoke Andrew in the canteen.

"Come on."

The senior official said jokingly, raising his finger.

Andrew knew the student who was an ordinary student with average grades.

He saluted in a trembling way.

For this kind of competition which required not to kill people, saluting each other was the etiquette of mages.

However, the senior official just snorted and did not respond.

"Let's begin."

Arci snapped.

The student began to gather his magic power.

In the mid-term practical examination, the time was marked by the first attack of an ordinary student.

Only the moment when the first blow started, senior officials were not allowed to take the initiative.

It was also a kind of care for ordinary students.

Therefore, generally speaking, the first attack of a student would choose to accumulate strength to attack. Whether they hit it or not, they would have the initiative.

As the ball of light condensed in the student's palm grew larger and larger, the orange flames also surged upon his arms.

It started.

Andrew and Nason were absorbed in watching this.

Other students were just watching the fun. Andrew and Nason knew that it was a good opportunity to observe their opponents.

The students shouted.

Phoenix hunting fire

With a blow, the fireball spell turned into a fire phoenix in midair and pounced on the senior official.

The power of this middle-rank magic was also astonishing after four or five seconds of super long energy gathering.

And the student himself used the dragon avatar, turning into the shape of a half-dragon, and followed closely, beating the other party.

However, the senior official snorted with disdain.

He waved his hand.

The wind magic wrapped in his hand easily dispersed the phoenix fire, as if he was patting a partridge to death.

The students who followed him had already stepped forward.

Explosive dragon flame

He raised his fist and hit the senior official's jaw mercilessly.

This violent attack was enough to defeat all the students in any of the four major schools.

However...

Bang.

The heatwave met an irresistible force, spreading to both sides and finally disappearing.

His dragon-like punch was blocked by a palm only a few inches away from his jaw.

It was as easy as blocking a child's fist.

The senior official still had a faint smile on his face.

"Grade two, class D, that's all?"

At this moment, the student's face turned deathly pale.

The next second.

Bang!

With a heavy bump on his side face, the student lost consciousness.

The senior official threw a punch, and the student's jaw was dislocated. He turned over and his head hit the ground with a bang.

Perhaps the punch had hurt the central nerve, so the student was foaming at the spot. His eyes became white, and his whole body was convulsing and in shock.

However, Arci looked at this scene with a cold face and said, "2 seconds, 1 blow, 20 points."

"Next one."

The senior official put his hands in the bags, tilted his head, and looked contemptuously at the remaining 98 students in class D of grade two in front of him.

At this moment, all the students were trembling with fear.

Although the student didn't do well, he was a good student.

Moreover, he was a dragon-man after all. He was only killed by one blow after transforming into a dragon.

Fear, like a cold current, spread along the spine to the whole body of every grade two class D student.

Yes, fear.

The senior official enjoyed the process very much, enjoying the expression of fear on their faces.

Senior officials must be students of grade three, magic power up to 2,000, the standard holy mages.

The number of the senior official named Obi's magic power had reached 2,100.

'All of us are excellent students.'

'You guys are all the same.'

"Hey, Obi, leave some for us."

"That's right. If you beat 99 people, how can we take the exam?"

The two senior officials who were waiting for the examination sneered, completely ignoring the other students' feelings.

Obi waved his hand, "It's none of my business."

Then he looked at Andrew in the crowd.

Although he didn't say anything, Andrew knew what it meant.

He was showing off his power to Andrew.

"Hurry up!" Shouted Obi.

All the students, except Andrew and the other four, were frightened and took half a step back.

In order, the second student could only go up to the stage gingerly and respectfully, begging this senior official to be mercy.

But the result was...

Ten seconds later, there was a bang.

The second student hit the wall heavily, spitting out blood. His belly was smashed, and half of his intestines fell out. He fell to the ground like a piece of mud.

The middle-level official next to him gave him a bottle of preliminary healing liquid and then he was dragged out.

"Four seconds, one blow, 20 minutes."

Arci announced this disappointing result again.

At this moment, the whole grade two class D was in fear.