Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 26 A Victory Without Suspense

"Alright, everyone, our main topic today is the Naruto vs. Kami duel!"

Strunger has distributed Soulstones to the students, who have spontaneously divided themselves into three teams.

One group consisted of Orthodox Christians, whose disdain for them was obvious and they avoided them at all costs.

One team consists of Furlyn and Modie, along with Hong Shixian and Mary, who missed the Narukami summoning ceremony due to a love triangle, and the chubby little guy who is coaxing the pink pig.

Another group consists of Ignis, who doesn't associate with the cat and its owner and is ostracized by everyone, and Heyson, who is still nagging and humiliating her.

This yellow dog is from the real Sword Tomb!

"In a sense, Narukami's strength is also a reflection of the master's strength. The purpose of arranging the duel is not to win or lose, but to strengthen the bond between you and Narukami."

Does everyone understand?

"clear!"

Those who were ostracized, and those who were ostracized, those who had contracts with Naruto, and those who did not have contracts with Naruto, were all overjoyed.

"Before announcing the group assignments, I will ask two students to demonstrate for everyone."

Next up, please welcome—

Miss Florin Cecilia, and her Narukami Sivarie Goodkat!

As expected, they were greeted with boos, but fortunately, the applause and cheers from Hong Shixi'an and his three companions offset them.

"And Dean Heissen, and his contractual spirit, that bitch!"

This guy wasn't much better off. Instead of boos, he was met with disdainful stares and constant laughter.

As for his Narukami... I don't know where he came from, but he has golden hair, blue eyes, and a curvy figure. He is indeed quite handsome, but unfortunately, he is not a fan of Fu Rui.

Such beauties are truly genuine seductive beauties, yet Mao Die could only cruelly destroy them.

"You think you can take that? A little kitten? I could stomp you down with one kick!"

The female dog arrogantly stood with her hands on her hips, wagging her long tail, a disdainful smile on her face, mocking them without restraint.

That "dog paw," or rather, the hairy human leg and animal paw, stomped on the ground twice, probably trying to scare Mao Die.

"Oh, I see."

Is this guy a sadist? What a pity, Mao Die isn't a masochist, but a purebred straight man.

As for that arrogant woman who boasted that she would trample me underfoot, of course I should... teach her a lesson she won't forget.

Or rather, the kind of humiliation that would drive her to her death!

"Bring it on."

War is imminent.

The so-called great battle was only aimed at the carefree dog girl, who was unaware of what she was about to experience as she was about to die.

The extent of the division that led to her death was no small feat for her; Maodie merely raised her paw and nimbly moved a few more times.

"Zero Incantation——"

Narukami is used to using magic, and although Modie can guarantee that he can win with magic, he doesn't want to do that.

If I could just take her down with a single move, the fight wouldn't be as exciting... While a decisive victory is certainly impressive, a well-paced, drawn-out battle is much more appealing.

Therefore, Mao Die decided to chant only one incantation, which was his proudest word: "Silence".

Neither the female dog nor the cat can chant magic. Whether dog or cat, they can only fight each other in the purest and most primal way.

fight.

"What kind of spell did you use, you little cat? What?!"

The game had barely begun when the dog girl stood frozen in surprise, staring at her hands that were casting the spell, utterly baffled.

"you guess?"

Mao Die smiled.

He couldn't be bothered to seize the timing; it was a sure win anyway, and letting her live a few more seconds would make him seem merciful.

"Cecilia, how can your household evil spirits use witchcraft? This is an unfair victory!"

Heissen was probably desperate; he made two mistakes in just a few words.

First, what does it mean to win unfairly? It means to admit victory before the fight even begins. This boosts the enemy's morale and diminishes your own!

As for the second point...

"They're all evil spirits, so what's wrong with me using a little witchcraft?"

Maodie, full of self-righteousness, proudly raised his head and wagged his tail, even squinting at the two like-minded masters and servants.

He originally wanted to make the dog woman's death less tragic, and he didn't want to be too blatant in attacking Heissen face-to-face... but he didn't want to hold back anymore.

I just wanted to keep a low profile, but you're useless when I give you the chance! Two yellow dogs dare to provoke him so closely, this is intolerable!

"ha--"

Maodie opened its small mouth, bared its teeth, and transformed into an orange shadow in the wind, darting to the dog girl's feet in a flash.

"When...when?!"

The dog girl was caught off guard by being touched and tried to jump away, but little did she know that Mao Die had anticipated her move.

It was called a prediction, but it was actually a deduction based on her movements.

He moved later than her, but he was faster and managed to get behind her feet first.

The dog girl, by sheer coincidence, tripped right next to the waiting dog, staggering several times, but thankfully didn't fall.

The other party is not to be underestimated, but they are nothing special.

It's time to end!

Although she did not fall to the ground, her repeated loss of balance gave Mao Die an opportunity to take advantage of her.

Taking advantage of her recent loss of prestige, Maodie seized the opportunity and, with a combination of pushing and kicking, leaped onto her.

"Ouch—it hurts! My skin and flesh have torn open—"

He didn't retract his claws, but let them be displayed freely, digging deep into her flesh like anchors, cutting and slicing as he moved.

In the first round, Mao Die crawled around her body and punched her, leaving her covered in cuts, and then kindly shaved all her hair off.

The dog-woman's entire body was covered in rotting flesh, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak. She didn't know where to cover herself with her hands, and could only roll around on the ground in despair.

Mao Die wouldn't let her get away with it so easily; his second offensive had only just begun.

He didn't even need to lift a finger; he simply followed the woman's erratic rolling motions, like a circus acrobat on a rolling drum, his four paws rapidly scratching at her mangled flesh.

The wound was spreading rapidly, and blood was constantly oozing out. A few drops of blood, a few pieces of fur, and a few pieces of flesh even splattered onto Heissen's face.

The female dog, after her initial outrageous remarks, only managed a few words before she was quickly killed by Mao Die's sharp claws, without even a chance to beg for mercy.

The young ladies covered their faces and turned away in fright, screaming repeatedly, while the young gentlemen felt nauseous at the sight, and while trying to get away from the evil spirit, they also vomited violently in the wind.

"One Incantation (plural)..."

Seizing this opportune moment, Mao Die lifted the silence barrier, summoning a gust of wind that blew up the kneeling, astonished Heissen. "Wind Flow—"

The nobleman's vomit was blown all over Heissen's face by the wind, and the yellow dog, though it didn't have time to shut its mouth, did indeed want to eat the nobleman's "reward".

Although Furlin and the other three ladies found it disgusting, they all wore barely perceptible smiles.

Meanwhile, Hong Shih-an and Little Fatty clapped and cheered generously.

As for the others... they no longer mocked Heissen, but instead showed even greater contempt, along with occasional glances of horror at Maud.

"Alright, students, next group!"

Strunger, being quite shrewd, promptly eased the tension.

The class continued, and the dog girl's divine body dissipated in the wind, but the seeds of awe had already taken root and sprouted in the students' hearts.

Of course, the vomit-covered clothes that Heissen was wearing were still there.

But his nightmare had only just begun.