The Almighty Dragon Rider Returns

Elian rolled his body over, and the ball of ice rushed past him. It smashed into a nearby tree.

The pink-haired girl pouted her lips, tossing her head back with a sigh. "Oh Elian, you are no fun!"

As she spoke, her hands started moving again, forming another ball of ice.

Elian quickly glanced up, his heart beeting in his chest. He was looking for his his dragon. But up the treeline, the two Noble-High riders were keeping the beast fully engaged. It was two dragon against one in a brutal dogfight.

Shit! He was all alone.

Elian gripped the rough soil, his eyes shifting from the girl to the line behind him.

The white elimination line was barely two feet behind his feets.

Elian took a deep breath and flung himself off the ground, sweeping his leg around in a fierce kick aimed straight at the girl’s chin.

Before his boot could land on her, the girl casually flicked her wrist and a wall of solid ice surged forward and slammed hard into his chest.

Back at the spectator grounds, on the Wyrmwood stand, the crowd let out a collective disappointment sigh and a massive, loud groan echoed across the open field as Elian was thrown backward over the boundary.

Instantly, the central display board flashed bright red and a frozen image of Elian appeared on the screen, followed by bold, gleaming letters: ELIMINATED.

A second later, the magical board shifted back to the live broadcast stream alongside the running score.

"Are you serious right now?" a Wyrmwood cadet yelled, slamming his hand against his thigh.

"We lost a rider already?!" another groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"This is embarrassing, man... totally embarrassing!"

Down in the front row of the stands, Nyx stopped at where Gwyn was sitting and. She stretched out her hand and handed Gwyn a small wooden food box.

Gwyn took it without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Did I miss much?" Nyx asked, taking a breath.

Gwyn opened the food box, picked a strawberry from the side, and popped it into her mouth.

She chewed slowly before muttering. "Nope. You did not miss a thing. Elian just got eliminated."

"Busted already?" Nyx raised an eyebrow, as she let out a small whistle.

Gwyn nudged the box slightly toward Nyx’s side. Nyx reached in, grabbed a strawberry, and threw it into her mouth.

Back inside the fighting area, Cian was running In between the tress.

The loud sound of Phineas’s running footsteps was right behind him.

Cian tilted his head slightly to have a quick look. Phineas was closing the distance fast.

Cian snapped his focus back to the front and suddenly slammed his hands down into the dirt. "Rise!" he barked.

Immediately, slim, dark roots rushed out from from the ground, and shoot backward straight toward Phineas.

"Fuck!"

Phineas jumped over the first few roots as he swing his arms and fire erupted from his palms, burning the roots.

Cian had already put some gap between them.

When he looked up, his face instantly turn into a wide smile.

He quickly looked back again. Phineas was getting close.

Cian flung both his hands toward Phineas and a wall of thick wooden roots exploded out of the ground, sealing off the path between the trees.

Phineas immediately halt.

Dammit! He was unable to force his way through the wooden barricade.

He gritted his teeth. "Fu*king asshole."

He turn and started running towards the next direction. .

Cian chuckled under his breath and turned back to front..

Hanging from a thick branch and just ahead was the first minor flag. The left one was the Wyrmwood flag and the right one was the Noble-High flag.

Back to the spectator stands, the Wyrmwood students started grinning.

Majority of them jumped-up to their feet, cheering and stomping their boots.

"Strike the flag! Strike it down!"

Cian stretched out his hand toward the Noble-High flag, and directed a sharp root to snatch it down.

But just as the root was closer to the flag, a burst of slim ice arrows shot out from the corner, striking the root and pinning it away to the side.

Cian snapped his head toward the direction quickly.

Standing on a rock with a smirk on her face was the pink-haired girl.

Just as Cian raised his hands to attack her, a shadow swept over the sky.

The purple dragon and the rider burst through the branches right above them.

Cian’s eyes widened seeing the dragon. He started moving backwards, but a loud roar sounded. Cian tilted his neck and behind him was the brown dragon.

"No, no, no..." Cian muttered under his breath. He was trying to come up with real defensive spell.

On the massive display board above the field, the crowd watched as the brown dragon whipped its heavy tail. The pink-haired girl used the force of her ice magic to blast herself out of the way, sending the massive tail crashing directly into Cian.

The impact send Cian straight through the air like a ragdoll.

BOOM!

Cian face slammed to the ground.

The excitement in the Wyrmwood stands died out instantly.

The crowd let out a collective, dejected sigh and slumped back down into their seats.

The display board lit up again, showing Cian’s face stamped with ELIMINATED, before returning to the live feed. The scoreboard updated:

W.A [ 0 ] vs N.H.A [ 1 ]

However, the Wyrmwood cadets’ smiles returned almost immediately when the screen zoomed in on Bram live update.

He was flying slowly, and approaching the medium flag hanging high near a rocky cliff.

"Yes! That’s the medium flag!" someone shouted from the back. "It is worth three points!"

"Burn that thing, Bram! Grab it!" another cheered.

Before the crowd could finish talking, Phineas rushed into the view and right below the cliff.

He flung his hand upward, shooting a burst of flame toward the flag at the exact same moment Bram’s dragon unleashed the fire from above.

The crowd held their breath.

The display board flashed a quick text breakdown: Phineas’s fire strike registered at 0.01s. Bram’s strike registered at 0.02s.

The screen instantly refreshed the score:

W.A [ 0 ] vs N.H.A [ 4 ]

Fu*k. The Wyrmwood crowd let out a miserable groan.

A Noble-High cadet sitting a few rows over stood up, cupped his hands around his mouth, and yelled, "Hey, losers! Thanks for the free points!"

Gwyn pouted, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "Someone please tell me we are going to end this round with at least one point." She leaned over and rested her head heavily on Nyx’s shoulder.

Nyx silently wrapped an arm around Gwyn, offering a small, sympathetic pat.

Before the spectators could even recover from disappointment, the two Noble-High riders surrounded Bram in the air.

Three dragons clashed violently mid-air—snapping their jaws, locking necks, and slamming their heavy wings against one.

Bram’s dragon twisted hard, but the other two pinned it from both sides.

Bram lost his grip and fell off the dragon’s back and landed on the ground.

Phineas rushed over immediately, grabbing Bram by the ankles and dragging him toward the Elimination line.

Bram kicked and struggled with everything he had. He raked his fingers into the soil, scooped up a handful of dirt, and splashed it straight into Phineas’s eyes.

"You son of a b!tch!" Phineas yelled, coughing and stumbling back to clear his vision.

Bram took the split second to push himself up to his feet.

But Phineas quickly recovered, throwing his palm out and a invisible shockwave hit Bram’s chest, making him tip over and fall flat on his back.

Phineas leaned down, grabbed his feet again, and resumed dragging him.

Bram tried to dig his fingers into the ground a second time, but his fingers refused to move.

Huh?

He tried to kick his legs, but his was not moving either.

Bram gritted his teeth as he glared up at Phineas. "You motherfu*ker... you fu*king cast a paralysis spell on me!"

The display board flashed instantly and showed Bram’s face alongside the word ELIMINATED.

A Wyrmwood cadet violently slapped his own forehead. "Dammit! It’s four against one now! How the hell are we supposed to win this round?!"

"Oh my god! We aren’t winning this shit at all!" another cadet shouted in disbelief.

"Damn! Even our year-fours are taking a beating!"

Before they could even finish complaining, the display board cut to the pink-haired girl striking down the second minor flag.

W.A [ 0 ] vs N.H.A [ 5 ]

A second later, the brown dragon burn the last minor flag.

W.A [ 0 ] vs N.H.A [ 6 ]

"Only the command flag is left!" a student yelled in pure frustration.

"How is Nymeria supposed to hold off all four of them alone?!"

A cadet near the aisle kicked his wooden chair as he scream at the top of his lungs, "I fu*king put my money on these losers!" He threw his hands in the air. "I should have just trusted my gut!"

He turn around and stormed out of the spectator stands, while shouting, "Toby, you are a dead man!"

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