Chapter 141 Whos Bullying Who?! (1/2)

Meanwhile, this terrifyingly powerful 'someone' is gasping for air as he sat on a tree behind him to catch his breath.

Because of earlier, he used too much magic and now the accumulated heavy demand for energy recoiled back towards him, nearly draining the reserve energy in his whole body.

Now, he barely had enough energy to walk. So, with just the simple act of sitting down, he's now panting hard as he clutched his aching chest.

Thankfully, he still had enough energy for his heart to continue beating and for his body to function minimally, though it was only enough for him to keep living and survive.

But now, to solve this problem, all he needed to do is to just get another source of energy.

So, placing his arm on the tree's exposed root beside him, he chanted a very long spell between breaths.

He felt the alarm bells ringing inside his head as his internal energy slowly drained, but he ignored them. He continued on with the spell until he felt near fainting.

And then, soon enough, the root glowed. Then, it began to wrinkle up before completely turning into dust.

And simultaneously, Raghnall breathed deeply as the absorbed Mana from the tree began to naturally convert into energy inside his body. And after being absorbed fully, it thankfully recovered a bit of his own.

So, after adjusting to the sudden spike of energy he felt, Raghnall huffed a breath before fully standing up.

Then, he shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the dizziness he felt.

Thank god he was taught that trick by his father.

Or else, his body would end up being unable to use magic for half a month.

That's because he has to wait for his energy to recover. But the body's natural absorption and conversion of mana to energy are so slow that it might take him months to be back in shape.

Well, he shouldn't have done so many spells at once in the first place.

Although better than the rest, he knew that his body could only convert little energy from natural mana.

And if he were to convert it using the spell, which just sucked the only the reserve energy that he had left, he knew he would be comatose for weeks if the spell were to fail.

And that even if the spell was a success, if the converted energy still wouldn't be enough to supply his reserve energy, then he still would've stayed put from exhaustion and lack of energy. And then he'd have to wait for days until he could start walking.

So he knew that casting so many spells was a really bad choice. And he also knew that he shouldn't attempt to do something so risky again.

But he still couldn't help but feel recklessly proud at his earlier stunt.

Then again, who wouldn't be?

He controlled two high stage mages with puppeteer curses…

He teleported them as soon as they left the gates…

And he still managed to have spare energy to control one more for a short period wherein he was able to dislocate Galen's jaw!

And all done in perfect timing that Rira didn't even notice anything.

She probably just thought that Favian went to escort the two before finally leaving.

Hah! No guy in this world would be able to do such a feat!

Still, despite the great pride he had in his work, he couldn't help but still feel unsatisfied with it.

Compared with what they've done, he even thinks that what he did to them was still very much lacking.

He should've beaten them himself.

Breaking their bones...

Hearing them cry…

Crippling them until they can no longer utter a spell…

And then, hear them beg and apologize in front of her.

Only then, will he be satisfied.

But sadly, he couldn't do such a thing. Because if he did, then he'll surely be kicked out of the academy.

And if he'll be kicked out, he would no longer be able to see her craziness.