"Caught you."

David immediately bared a ferocious smile and hurled the Academy Medallion in his hand like a stone spear, then spread his wings and soared into the sky.

Two loud booms erupted, blocking the path of the students. The once smooth, white marble corridor was instantly dented as if struck by a real meteorite, scattering broken stones in the violent wind. The elf Magic Apprentices could hardly open their eyes, while some female elves screamed and clutched their skirts, which were flying up just like Marilyn Monroe.

David, his vast wings obscuring the sky, elegantly descended onto the upright Academy Medallion, now covered in mottled cracks. He looked down with "Arrogance" at the elves scrambling before him.

The elf students, nearly in tears, immediately attempted to turn and leave. Just then, a 'Holy Warrior' clad in full silver armor sprang from the wall. He landed agilely and slowly drew his sharp longsword. With a CLANG, he planted it in the shattered ground. His angelic face bore a devilish smirk.

The two male and three female magic students immediately composed themselves and turned back. One of the male elves, after glancing at Tania on David's head, his face somewhat pale, spoke hurriedly to David, "I think there has been a misunderstanding, and also this Silver Dragon father... pfft."

The elf had not finished speaking when David's large tail sent him flying. He slid across the grassland like a stone skipping on water, stopping right in front of Attilicia—the true dragon parent—who was rushing over.

"Sigh." Attilicia looked at the elf, whose chest was sunken and who knows how many ribs were broken, and let out a deep sigh. She raised her hand and cast "Minor Cure," ensuring he wouldn't faint from the pain, though he continued to groan like a battered bellows.

David, on the other hand, looked indifferently at the remaining few elf students, their faces full of terror, and said impatiently, "Sorry, I'm not here to reason with you. I'm simply here for retribution and to vent my anger.

"And who are you calling Dragon Daddy? Do I look that old, huh?"

This domineering and illogical display of "Arrogance" immediately brought one of the female elves to tears.

In the distance, a professor from the School of Conjuration discreetly cast an "Enhanced Sleep Spell" at David, trying to put this 'rampaging Silver Dragon' to sleep.

David, however, merely yawned with impatience and retaliated with "Eyes of Jealousy." Under the incredulous gazes of the elves, the professor from the School of Conjuration collapsed to the ground, snoring.

When David's draconic gaze, filled with Dragon Might, returned to the few students, they were already paralyzed with a fear that seemed to come straight from the Abyss, unable to speak.

David underestimated his own deterring power at that moment. "Now," he said, "let's talk about who the mastermind behind this is. Point them out, and I'll only beat the others halfway to death."

Seeing that no elf spoke for a while, David couldn't be bothered to ask anymore and muttered, "If you won't talk, so be it. Come at me all at once. If I beat up all the kids, I can't miss anyone."

As he spoke, he simultaneously raised his foreclaws and wing talons, tossing the remaining four elves into the sky like human rockets. He even found time to instruct the nearby 'Paladin' Yolanda, "Do you know any defensive enhancement spells? Cast them all. I'm worried they'll be dead before I can make my move, and I don't want to fish for corpses with a "Resurrection Spell" again."

"Of course, Your Highness," Yolanda, who was addicted to playing the 'Paladin', replied with a bow.

Then, as if performing a magic trick, she pulled out a pile of scrolls covered in demonic script. She began casting spells like "Stone Skin Spell," "Enhanced Ability," "Sensory Heightening," and "Blairwald Dance" one after another on the four magic students who had been flung into the sky.

A series of enhancement spells that raised their defensive capabilities without dulling their sensitivity to punishment. Classic Barto Hell 'tormentor' tactics.

"Come on! Let me show you what real bullying looks like! Heh-heh-heh... HAHAHAHA!"

David, holding the two-handed 'Greatsword' Yolanda had planted in the ground, spread his wings and shot upwards, letting out a devilish, boisterous laugh. He swung the demonic, door-panel-like greatsword, smashing it horizontally against one of the magic students who was about to descend.

BANG!

BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Then, it was as if a crimson drizzle began to fall from the sky; one touch confirmed it was blood.

All the students and even the professors of the Magic Academy stared in stunned silence at the sky, from which sounds like muffled thunder resonated.

They saw a Silver Dragon using "Shadow Step" to dart back and forth mid-air. It was one dragon versus four targets, relentlessly battered around as he played a game of aerial tennis with them, Prince of Tennis style.

This cruel display by David finally alarmed the higher echelons of Dewensen Magic Academy, who had been reluctant to show their faces over this incident.

"Stop! Stop your violence at once, Metal Dragon!"