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School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start

Owen, an ordinary high school student at Saint Aya Academy, finds himself and his classmates mysteriously transported to a world filled with magic and bizarre creatures during a school event. In this world, arcanergy saturates the land, and all intelligent beings can harness it. The more adept one is at utilizing arcanergy, the more noble their race is considered. Upon arriving on this new continent, the students from Saint Aya Academy immediately attract the attention of various powers. They are referred to as Saints and are chosen by powerful races to be groomed as successors. However, Owen seems to be as inconspicuous here as he was at school, with no races showing interest in him. Even as his classmates find their places, no one extends an olive branch to Owen. Just when everyone thinks he will be left behind, a dragon's roar echoes across the sky. The ancient and mighty Dragon race, in an unprecedented gesture of high ceremony, has the twelve Great Dragon Elders personally welcome Owen, choosing him as the "Saint of the Dragons." As everyone is stunned by this dramatic turn of events, Owen hears a "ding" sound beside his ear... [Host binding, the most powerful Prophecy System is activated!]

Sesame_Cookies · Fantasy
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280 Chs

Chapter229-The Past

"Perhaps, but spending so much time conversing with a defensive mechanism is quite odd in itself," the guardian mused.

"Maybe it is..."

"Given that, let's have an unusual contest.

We'll inject our arcanergy into our swords, tip against tip, and clash our arcanergy."

"If I'm not mistaken, the amount of arcanergy I can muster now is the same as yours, which means this contest won't determine a victor."

"That remains to be seen."

The peculiar guardian began to channel arcanergy into his sword, seemingly unconcerned.

Owen pondered for a moment before agreeing to this method.

Their sword tips met, and they began their arcanergy clash.

A quarter of an hour later, the guardian's sword began to wane in arcanergy.

Owen did not seize this as an opportunity to attack; instead, both withdrew their swords.

"You've mastered the art of precise arcanergy control," the guardian observed.