Chapter 106: start of cliche (2/2)

”I call dips on that!” Elliot said, surprising the onlookers who were looking forward to watching a show. Even Theo and Holly were a bit taken aback by his words. ”The world is terrifying because of dumb broads like you are plaguing it! Just because your tits are big, your intelligence is lower than an ant, and you're unable to understand my generosity, it doesn't give you the authority to badmouth me! Take back your words, and scram!”

Holy shit!

Everyone was shocked. He cursed at the magic grandmaster and gave her an earful. Does he not fear that she will retaliate when he is outside of the Academy?!

”What a shameless child! He doesn't even know how to respect his elders! That's what happens when a boy grows up without his parents.”

”Harming his seniors without a second thought! He is too vicious! This child deserves punishment!”

”My young boy hadn't harmed a single inch of your body! So, why had you slapped him silly?! I hope the academy can give me some justice!”

The fathers, mothers, and relatives of the bunch that Elliot defeated started barking out loud, saying woof, woof, and woof in an extremely aggressive manner. They also attacked Elliot with intangible energy pressure, trying to force him to his knees. But the pressure was too weak compared to his physical body, so he didn't budge even one bit. The magic grandmaster insidiously smiled, although it was hidden behind her black veil.

As they accused him of one thing or another while glaring daggers at him and used energy pressure to force him on his knees, Elliot's eyes widened in surprise and his lips remained parted in shock.

”Beat their sons, and their parents will come to take revenge. If you beat them senseless, then expect their fathers, grandfathers, and even ancestors to step out of their seclusion or grave and come for your head! Is this the legendary cliche that is used in almost all novels? Am I honestly facing one myself?!”

While such thoughts popped up in Elliot's mind, a man sitting on the raised platform a few seats away from the headmaster wearing a black cloak with red patterns and a golden crown on his head performed some hand signs, causing magic energy to infuse with his throat, then he roared out.

”Oh, what is this disgusting smell? Why am I smelling something burning? Ah, I see, it's the embodiments of jealousy, eating vinegar because they can't endure another person being more glorious than them or their children and releasing terrifying farts from their mouth!”

A man suddenly stood up for Elliot and chided the ones blaming Elliot without proof or any reason.