This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Outside the Wizard’s Secret Realm, the observation mirror displayed a scene of the Wizard Apprentices fleeing in panic.

However, at that moment, nearly all the Formal Wizards watching the scene in the mirror fell into a solemn silence, especially those from the High-Tower who dared not even breathe heavily, as Luotu, the team leader from the High-Tower, teetered on the verge of eruption.

"She already possesses the combat power of a Formal Wizard..." Many Formal Wizards gazed at Carly, who had just exited the Dragon Transformation State inside the Secret Realm, etching this somewhat juvenile face into their memories.

Even some Formal Wizards silently tagged Carly as dangerous in their minds.

"Hahaha... It looks like after this Blood Duel, our academy might have a new committee member," said a Grey Bone Wizard, smiling in contrast to Luotu’s gloom; his smile even appeared somewhat radiant.

He smiled lightly, showing none of the chill expected of a Shadow-aligned Wizard, but rather a sunny and cheerful demeanor with a reserved, implicit smile toward the High-Tower side, "Luotu, although our Greybone Academy’s teaching quality is somewhat lacking, fortunately, we have you all to fall back on..."

Many Grey Bone Wizards slightly lowered their heads, disguising the twitches at the corners of their mouths.

Is this what the struggle between Second-level Wizards looks like?

Or could it be said that high-end conflicts always adopt the most straightforward methods?

At that time, Luotu’s blond hair began to flow, entwined with golden Thunder, and he looked like a furious lion.

However, upon seeing Delatore sitting quietly ahead, the atmosphere calmed again around Luotu, who glanced at Beckett, already "taking root" inside the Secret Realm, and then looked toward the Greybone side, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.

"Good, very good."

Luotu inhaled deeply with a snort, saying no more.

However, the Grey Bone Wizard, who had been forcefully dominating the first half of the Blood Duel Mystic Realm with Luotu, wouldn’t let go of the opportunity to press his advantage, smiling subtly and adding fuel to the fire in his dealings with Luotu.

After all, the grudges between the two were enormous, and the Grey Bone Wizard cared little for Luotu’s feelings, possibly even hoping to provoke Luotu into an outburst and, ideally, anger Delatore enough to have the latter slap him dead.

"I still have a witchcraft experiment to handle, monitor this place for a couple of days," eventually unable to endure it, Luotu stood up and instructed another Formal Wizard from High-Tower, then quickly left on a mechanical Witch Tool.

"Luotu, find time to teach the students more, do not immerse yourself too much in your own research!" The Grey Bone Wizard watched Luotu leave, not forgetting to feign concern about High-Tower’s teaching, which was the epitome of useless worry.

As Luotu departed, his Witch Tool sparking with lightning, he managed to contain himself and departed quickly; however, shortly after his departure, a terrifying thunderstorm erupted in the nearby sky.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." As a Second-level Wizard, the Grey Bone Wizard naturally sensed the phenomenal thunderstorm not formed naturally, smiling and shaking his head as he looked towards the Formal Wizards from High-Tower, his gaze playful.

...

Meanwhile, inside the Secret Realm, the actions of the apprentices were influenced by Carly, the "variable" that could change everything.

"She killed the Heart of Electromagnetism... If she uses the ’Breath’ again, I, I definitely won’t be able to stop her." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Beckett seems to have gotten stronger, I thought I was getting close to his real strength, but I hadn’t expected... yet..."

Previously, the battle between Beckett, the Heart of Electromagnetism, and Carly naturally drew the attention of other top Wizard Apprentices, especially those "Hunters." But now, having witnessed the fight between Carly and Beckett, these hunters suddenly felt endangered.

It was as if a sword was hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment, making them feel like they had suddenly turned from hunters into prey, constantly at risk of being hunted.

This also made the previously unrestrained and fearless hunters restrain their actions, fearing that too much noise might attract Carly, the "Grim Reaper" of the Blood Duel Mystic Realm.

"This... this..." Among them, the most terrified and fearful was Iceberg, a hunter who had briefly clashed with Carly before. He was peeking at Carly from a distance, his face somewhat pale, his heart trembling and legs weakening.

"My God, if she had transformed into that special dragon during our fight, I would definitely have died, maybe not even escaping a single move. My prized melee prowess would seem trivial before her massive body..."

Iceberg was horrified but also slightly relieved in his heart.

In his opinion, Carly probably didn’t unleash her terrifying Dragon Transformation State on him because she was "fishing," and someone as insignificant as him, a mere Calamy, couldn’t satisfy Carly’s appetite.

"Luckily... luckily I’m not particularly strong..." Iceberg patted his chest, feeling relieved and at the same time even more cautious.

After all, he didn’t know what Carly’s character was like; perhaps his previous actions had already been noted by her, and she might even be starting to look for him to exact vengeance...

Thinking this, Iceberg grew a bit paler, trying his best to conceal his presence and better hide himself.

He was genuinely scared now; after witnessing Carly’s killing of Beckett, he could hardly muster much desire to fight her.

Even in Iceberg’s heart, he equated Carly with LYB. He felt that Carly’s previous use of a witch tool armor to appear harmless was just fishing – and very successful at that!

This was shameful deception!

Iceberg thought indignantly to himself, simultaneously carefully moving backward.

But soon, he felt the hair on his neck standing up when he realized that not far behind him, a burly boy was lazily standing there.

His expression seemed casual, even slightly indifferent.

His body did not exude even a trace of aura belonging to a powerful figure, he looked more like an ordinary person who had accidentally wandered into the secret realm.

But the issue was, this was the Blood Duel Mystic Realm!

This was a Wizard’s Secret Realm that had been cleared by a Level 3 Wizard beforehand, how could an ordinary person possibly be here?

Despite his shock, Iceberg saw this extremely restrained young man feeling a bit embarrassed as he extended his palm, "Umm, I’ve accidentally eaten too much these past couple of days, do you have any food there?"