Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 78Vol 4. : Seems a Bit Formulaic

“Noa, huh... Old friend, it’s finally time for the student you’ve been looking forward to,” Principal Olette said with a smile as she observed the training hall below.

A small figure dressed in black entered the arena. Her expression was calm and collected, showing no trace of fear or hesitation. Her steps were steady, deliberate. There was none of the nervous energy or excitement that other young dragons displayed, nor any timid restraint.

She seemed as composed as if she were heading out for a casual breakfast.

Vice Principal Wilson adjusted his monocle, clearly pleased.

“The best students always go last,” he remarked, never one to hold back on his praise for Noa or the Melkvey family.

This scene was a testament to an age-old truth:

*First impressions matter.*

Some characters, some families, only need one glance to leave an unforgettable impression.

Olette chuckled softly, nodding in agreement before adding, “Speaking of ‘last ones,’ have you noticed something, old friend?”

“What’s that?” Wilson asked.

“Due to Adam’s unexpected disruption, we were forced to reinstate the old ‘black-armored duels’ for this year’s exams. But next year, we won’t be able to use this system anymore,” Olette explained, her gaze fixed on Noa with a mix of admiration and expectation.

“This means that today marks the final ‘black-armored duel’ in the history of Saint Sis Academy’s promotion exams. And Noa is the last student to ever participate in it.”

“Every clash, every exchange of blows in this match, will add to the significance of this ending.”

“Our young dragons this year are exceptional, but none have truly dazzled me,” Olette continued. “I hope Noa can surprise us.”

Listening to Olette, it was clear she held higher expectations for Noa than she had for others in the past.

Wilson narrowed his eyes, focusing on Noa, who now stood in the center of the arena, ready to begin her exam.

“She will. She’s never disappointed anyone.”

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The sound of metal boots striking the floor echoed sharply as the black-armored figure approached.

Stopping about ten meters away from Noa, the armor gleamed under the arena lights.

Noa observed her opponent silently, unable to suppress a hint of curiosity.

“Is this armor really just a prop? It’s so intricate and beautiful.”

It was hard not to notice its craftsmanship, even for Noa.

“Contestants, prepare!”

The proctor raised his whistle, ready to signal the start. Noa shook off her stray thoughts, refocusing on the task at hand.

She crouched slightly, her knees bent, adopting a ready stance.

The whistle blew.

The final match began.

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The sharp note of the whistle was drowned out by a piercing cry as blue lightning surged around Noa. She shot forward like a bolt of energy, her speed blinding.

“Silver Dragon speed paired with lightning’s explosive power... She’s using it to catch her opponent off guard. Impressive,” one of the scoring instructors commented.

“Though textbook strategy suggests observing before engaging, lightning magic’s unique attributes make an aggressive, high-speed attack a viable choice,” another added.

“Her stance feels familiar... but I can’t quite place it.”

The instructors continued discussing as they noted down their evaluations, while the black-armored figures from previous matches also watched closely.

“What’s 9527 doing? Why isn’t he moving?”

“Big guy, get moving! You’ve got to make a move!”

“Being too obvious about going easy on her will get your pay docked, dude!”

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Despite the chatter from the sidelines, Noa and 9527 remained unbothered by external noise.

Noa closed the ten-meter gap in the blink of an eye.

Just as her lightning-imbued strike reached 9527’s chest plate, he finally moved.

With a simple sidestep, he effortlessly dodged her high-speed attack.

Before Noa could recover, 9527 seized her wrist. The size difference between them was so great that he easily overpowered the young dragon.

His gaze shifted toward the sandbag pile along the arena’s edge, a buffer zone to prevent students from being injured by collisions.

Holding Noa by the wrist, 9527 spun her around and hurled her into the sandbags with a calculated force.

“Thud!”

The impact sent several sandbags scattering across the floor.

“Whoa! Big guy, take it easy!”

“Man, going too hard is as bad as going too easy. Are you trying to get your bonus docked?”

“Didn’t the staff meeting say we needed to balance the difficulty? Everyone’s gone through tons of practice matches—why is he still like this?”

“9527... Remember that number. Let’s cut his bonus after this.”

One instructor shook her head. “Actually, I think this level of intensity is just right.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because that’s Noa. You don’t know her like I do—she’s the best student in the Young Dragons Division. This level of challenge won’t crush her; it’ll push her to shine.”

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Noa groaned as she pushed the # Nоvеlight # sandbags off her body and slowly stood up.

She bent forward, arms dangling loosely at her sides, her hair falling over her face.

While the instructors outside didn’t notice anything unusual, 9527, standing closest to her, was surprised to sense a faint aura of dragon’s might radiating from the small girl.

“I’m going to...”

Noa stepped out of the sandbag pile.

“Rip you apart!”

Lightning surged around her hands as she launched herself forward like a bullet.

Caught off guard, 9527 instinctively took half a step back.

*“This armor cost a fortune; don’t you dare ruin it!”* he thought.

Before he could dwell on the thought, Noa’s double lightning strikes came at him from two directions, leaving no room for lateral movement.

But—

“Your attack pattern is a bit too predictable.”

A low, altered male voice emerged from the armor, deliberately obscured.

Before Noa could process his words, 9527 ducked into a low squat. She couldn’t react in time.

The next moment, 9527 drove his knee upward into her abdomen.

“Hey, isn’t that a bit much?”

“Who’s under that armor? Let’s split his bonus next shift!”

“Big guy, lighten up, I’m telling you!”

“Wait, look closely—his attack didn’t actually hit her.”

At the last second, 9527 had placed his hand between his knee and Noa’s stomach, cushioning the impact. His knee had struck his own hand instead of her.

Noa, though momentarily stunned, wasn’t hurt. She realized the protective measure as she landed several meters away.

She regained her footing, narrowing her eyes at 9527.

“Why did you call my attack predictable? I’m using mainstream tactics taught at the academy,” she asked, genuinely puzzled.

The instructors outside had noted the same thing, adding weight to her question.

“Using basic strategies and assuming they’ll be enough to pass? That’s naive, kiddo,” 9527 taunted in his distorted voice.

Despite the altered tone, Noa couldn’t shake the sense of familiarity in his words.

The fact that he recognized her style so well suggested he was intimately familiar with her habits.

Suppressing her suspicions, Noa refocused.

“Alright, let’s see how you handle this.”

She raised her right hand, gathering lightning for another strike. As 9527 prepared for a repeat of her earlier moves, her left hand extended slowly, forming a glowing blade.

A B-rank lightning spell: *Lightning Blade Formation*.

“Here I come!”

Noa’s third charge was faster and more aggressive than the last.

9527 leaned back slightly, carefully tracking her movements. The combination of lightning strikes and the blade opened up a multitude of attack angles, forcing him to take her more seriously.

“So, your plan is to use the blade to close in while relying on your strikes to restrict movement, right?”

Seeing through her strategy made dodging easier, and he began planning how to counter her without hurting her too much.

But his prediction failed.

The lightning blade forced him to evade, only for her lightning strike to target his chest at the last moment.

*“She tricked me...”*

9527 twisted his body at the last second, narrowly avoiding the attack, though it left a faint scorch mark on his chest plate.

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As she glanced at his armor, her eyes caught something unusual on the left side of his chest—a tiny, familiar flaw.

Her eyes widened in realization.

*Oh no... This is about to get real.*