Freshman Welcoming Ceremony (Chapter - 10)

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"You bastard, you forced me to reveal it." The red-haired boy remarked, "Don't think you can get away with this right now." A brighter flame erupted from his body and reached 5 metres into the air. Even the green grass field started to burn. His over all figure looked so domineering that everyone in that area gave them space to fight each others.

The black-haired teen said sarcastically,

"Hahaha, did I get you so aroused that you skipped right to the main part?" He untied his belt, unzipped his pants, and said, "Come to me, baby; serve it to me hot."

"What are you doing?"

Realisation struck the red-haired boy. His change has a drawback. Although his control over fire increases a lot and he temporarily gains strong fire immunity, his clothing does not. In other words, when he activates this skill, his clothes will burn to a crisp. This is why he only uses it when absolutely necessary. But, in his rage, he lost his cool and used it.

Although with enough control this technique can grants clothes and other things fire immunity as well, but he didn't yet master it to that level.

He became more enraged when he saw the smouldering remains of his garments and ran forward.

This is the primary issue with the fire elementalist. They get angry way too easily. Some say never to anger a fire elementalist because the angrier they are, the stronger their fire power. But since they lose a little bit of rationality, some take it as an opportunity to exploit it against them. Like the black-haired boy did.

Although many stronger fireballs were thrown at him, their paths became more predictable than before.

The red-haired boy attempted to go closer to the black-haired boy in order to get him within range. However, as soon as he took the second step, his body froze.

"Wha... what's happening to me?"

The young man with red hair looked around. The other kids who were stabbed by the black needle were reacting similarly to him. Some of them are already foaming at the mouth and lying on the ground. Some fainted a long time ago.

He looked at the third group for help. But the people in group three were too busy defending themselves against the other two groups. When they were busy trying to catch the black-haired boy, the other two groups attacked them together. Then he realised he had messed up.

"Ahahaha, it's finally working. Your physique is incredibly powerful. It took a little longer for the juice to work," stated the black-haired boy as he took a step closer.

"Juice?"

"Haha, that's right. Love juice. Wanna know where those fluids that are now inside you came from? My inside. Created with my topmost love and care." The black-haired boy said this as he licked his needle with dark green saliva.

The flames from the red-haired boy began to fade. He felt a sudden disgust. But that's not what's important now. He turned around and attempted to flee. But his body refuses to listen. He attempted to crawl away on all fours.

The black-haired boy's voice once again changed to a middle-aged man's voice.

"Boy, are you unable to hold it any longer?" Asked the black-haired boy as he looked at the arse that was pointing at him. "Very well, show me your back."

"Nooo! What are you doing? Get away from me. I surrender! I surrender!" Screamed the red head as he saw the needle in the boy's hand suddenly get as big as a short sword.

"Fufufu, brace yourself. If it's your first time, then it might hurt a little." Then he tied the end of the giant needle with his belt while pointing the sharp end to the red haired boy.

The black-haired kid rushed forward like a bull charging at red flag. He pointed his needle at the red-haired boy's butt which is still red after the transformation and he loudly shouted,

"Ahh COMING...I AM COMING (╰ •ω•)╯|════ﺤ"

"NOOOO....NOOOO.... DOOON'T ...  FORGIVE MEEEEE!"

"Don't forgive you? Sure."

But before he could reach him, a blade from the right lunged towards his face. He swerved to the left and jumped.

"Isn't this the young miss from the Drake Family, Sara Drake? What a pleasure to meet you here."

A young girl, her silver armor emblazoned with the symbol of Drake, stood before him, her board sword at the ready. Her sallet covered her whole head, and a red cape fluttered behind her. The armor bore the well-known symbol of the Drake family. She looked down at the red-haired boy, who lay naked, shivering in fear, his mouth foaming, having lost consciousness.

Sara exclaimed, her voice filled with disdain, "How shameless, Kenny Pendragon. To think that someone as vile as you would be admitted to this Academy. I will not let your deeds go unpunished."

Kenny, the black-haired boy, replied with a smirk, "Ah, what can I do? This is the Phoenix Academy. They only take people with good ability. They don't care even if you are a criminal as long as you have a good ability."

Sara's eyes flashed with anger. "You have become more of a scumbag than before. I should teach you some manners. I, Sara Drake, challenge you to a duel with honor."

Sara Drake charged at the black-haired teen with her sword. The blade turned golden, and she slashed quickly. However, the black-haired boy barely escaped by a few inches.

"Not fare! I didn't say I accept. Suddenly attacking me out of nowhere. Where is the honor here?"

"Shut up! It's just so I can educate you." Sara started using the unique Swordsmanship of Drake family. It both focused on speed and swift attack. Her attack that were based on speed were easily overwhelming Kenny not giving him even the chance to retaliate. Or that is what it looked like from outside. The truth is she couldn't even land a single hit. Sometimes even before she made her move Kenny already moved out of the way.

"Haha . So you are gonna act like a teacher with that glowing sword of yours? But did you realise that you can never touch me with your cheap lightsaber knock-off ? " Asked Kenny.

Sara frowned, making her next attack even more unpredictable. But again she just missed by a few inches. She was certainly more powerful and competent. Only one hit was enough to knock him out, but the boy was always able to avoid her blade like magnets of the same poles rejecting each other.