My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Teaching a Lesson
The serpent, still oozing with killing intent, moved tightly before lunging at Asher with terrifying speed.

Its huge shadow swallowed the stage as its jaws opened wide, aiming to swallow its target in one bite.

But as the beast approached, he simply raised his sword and swung it casually.

Fire erupted from the sword, forming a blazing arc that hit the serpent head-on. The attack scorched its mouth, filling the air with a loud, angry hiss. Smoke rose as blackened scales cracked and fell away, the stench of burning flesh spreading across the arena.

The creature turned and lunged toward the water, its massive coils propelling it forward. The surface rippled violently as it plunged into the depths, then resurfaced, still marked by burn wounds that were slowly healing.

Abir, standing on the other side of the arena, clenched his staff tightly. Anger flashed across his face.

“Not bad, but you’re still nothing compared to my beast!” He added even more energy, and the creature twitched, readying itself for another strike.

Instead of lunging again, it changed tactics.

Opening its enormous mouth, it spat a barrage of venom. The poisonous liquid sprayed through the air like a storm of deadly arrows, each droplet able to kill a beastkin instantly.

Asher remained calm. The moment the venom entered his range, flames surged, burning the liquid to nothing but harmless vapor. Not a single drop touched him.

Gasps rippled through the audience, some covering their mouths while others shouted encouragement or jeers.

A man in the front row gripped the railing from too much stimulation.

“The professor didn’t expect that! Look at his face!” a woman spoke up, her voice filled with surprise.

“Is that even possible?” another muttered, voice trembling with awe.

Everyone had different opinions, but one thing became clear: this high level fight proved the immense advantage of mastering the Arcane Arts.

Back on the stage, Abir’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of worry.

Asher wasn’t dodging anymore. He stood firm, his blazing sword ready to strike at any moment.

The serpent grew more desperate, lashing out with its tail.

But Asher didn’t flinch. His calm demeanor mocked the serpent, fueling its rage even further.

It would have been more acceptable if Asher had shown signs of struggling, but there were none.

To the spectators, his movements looked lazy, almost careless. His swings were slow, his posture far from perfect.

In truth, he didn’t need to try hard. His sword did most of the work, releasing bursts of flames with minimal effort.

Abir gritted his teeth. If he wanted to win, he had to use the staff’s most powerful move. It was a spell renowned for its devastating power, but the amount of charge required was astronomical and could even put his life in danger.

With that in mind, he took the crystal balls in his hands, watching them crack as he fed their essence into the staff. The sorcerers who had lent him the crystals could feel the strain, wincing at how costly this battle was becoming.

They hoped he would win the battle so they could recover their losses.

“Enough playing around!” he shouted, raising his staff.

He began chanting a spell. Dark clouds gathered above the arena, swirling as mini cyclones formed, pulling water from the air before unleashing a torrential rain.

The serpent roared as the water struck its body, its strength intensifying and causing its glowing scales to shine even brighter.

Swooping down, it allowed its master to stand on its head. It began rising into the sky, growing until it reached at least twice the height of the Coliseum itself.

Everyone looked up, wondering what would happen next.

Suddenly, it opened its jaws, releasing a jet stream of water that shot downward.

This time, Asher swung his sword with real effort. Flames erupted, colliding with the serpent’s blow. The clash created an explosion of steam, shaking the arena to its core.

‘Not good,’ he leapt aside just in time to avoid the serpent’s water jet.

The spot where he had stood was left with a clean hole, revealing how sharp and penetrative the move had been. With enough pressure, even diamonds could be cut by water.

The crowd erupted in gasps and cheers, their excitement building with each passing moment. They sensed a huge comeback was coming and couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

However—

Abir clicked his tongue in annoyance. That single shot had drained 70% of his reserves.

Still, he wasn’t ready to give up. He crushed a glowing crystal in his hand, feeding its force into the serpent.

But the power source wasn’t the only problem. As he focused on maintaining control, dizziness began to cloud his vision. His hands trembled, showing the strain his body was under.

In desperation, he quickly drank the potion Lucia had secretly given him. He didn’t hesitate, trusting that she truly wanted him to win and wouldn’t give him anything that could cause permanent harm or endanger his life.

The surge of power was immediate, flooding his body with overwhelming vitality. It was so intense that cracks began to appear on his skin, as if his body couldn’t handle the force.

His breathing grew shallow, and sweat beaded on his forehead. The potion had given him a temporary boost, but it was destroying his body from the inside.

In the stands, the sorcerers watching his every move exchanged uneasy glances.

“That idiot!” one of them spat, her voice filled with disgust.

She didn’t care about his well-being, but if he died here, all their investment would go to waste. They wouldn’t even be able to recover it over his dead body.

“Fool,” another muttered, shaking his head. “He’s always been reckless. Does he not know the dangers of such actions? He’ll be a pile of ash if he doesn’t stop soon.”

A third sorcerer clenched his fists, watching with growing concern. “If he can’t control it, the energy will tear him apart.”

They exchanged annoyed looks, all of them understanding the gravity of the situation.

Meanwhile, Lucia, the instigator of this, shook her head, unable to hide her satisfaction.

Even if he won, he would die afterward, so she didn’t really need to follow his wishes.

She looked around and turned her attention to Asher, expecting him to be a little bit worried.

Instead, he smiled directly at her.

‘I’ve been too lenient with her,’

His grip on the sword relaxed, the flames dissipating as a new plan took shape in his mind. The battle wasn’t about Abir anymore. It was about sending a clear message to her.

He raised his hand, and a ball of white light materialized in his finger, drawing all the energy within the arena toward it.

The serpent and even Abir, on the verge of overloading, weren’t spared—they lost their power.

Within seconds, the serpent completely vanished, and Abir slumped to the ground, his body broken but still alive.

The energies that was absorbed transformed into a ball of multicolored light, shooting into the sky before exploding, flashing in mesmerizing, beautiful colors.

‘You…!’ Lucia nearly cursed aloud in frustration.

Asher looked at her with a bored expression before turning away. Now that she knew some of his power, it was time to change the dynamics between them.