The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 232: The Return of The Professor (5) Attack Me



The room went completely silent at Draven's command. Every student's eyes widened as they processed his words. He was asking all of them to cast their spells—against him. The weight of the challenge settled over the class like a thick fog, making the air feel heavy.

Amberine could feel the shift in the atmosphere as students around her exchanged nervous glances, their faces a mixture of uncertainty and fear.

Draven's cold, unyielding expression didn't falter as he stood at the front of the room, his arms crossed behind his back, waiting. The challenge wasn't just a test of their magic but of their courage. He was daring them to attack him, to see what he could withstand. Amberine's heart pounded in her chest, but there was no hesitation.

If Draven wanted to show them what a real magical shield was, then she was going to give him everything she had.

Elara was the first to stand, her calm composure as unwavering as always. She moved with purpose, her golden eyes locked on Draven. The room seemed to hold its breath as she stepped forward, her movements fluid and graceful. Elara had always been the top student, the prodigy who excelled at everything. If anyone could put Draven's barrier to the test, it was her.

"Elara," Draven said, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "Show me your strongest spell."

Amberine watched as Elara raised her hand, her fingers glowing with a soft golden light. The mana swirling around her was intense, a shimmering aura that pulsed with power. She didn't hesitate, didn't falter, as she began to weave her spell. The air around her shimmered, the temperature in the room dropping as a sphere of pure, radiant energy formed above her hand.

Amberine could feel the weight of the spell—its power was immense, far beyond anything she had ever attempted. Elara's expression remained calm, her focus entirely on Draven. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed the spell, the golden sphere hurtling toward Draven with incredible speed.

The energy in the room crackled as the spell collided with Draven's barrier. There was a blinding flash of light, and for a moment, it was impossible to see anything. The sheer force of Elara's attack sent a shockwave through the room, knocking several students back in their seats. Amberine braced herself against the force, her heart racing as she waited for the light to clear.

But when the glow faded, and their vision returned, Draven was still standing there, completely unscathed.

His barrier, a shimmering, transparent shield, glowed faintly in the air around him. Not a single crack had appeared in it. Elara's powerful spell had done nothing—absolutely nothing. The golden sphere had dissolved into nothingness the moment it made contact with the barrier, as if it had never existed.

Amberine's mouth went dry. She knew Elara's magic was powerful—far beyond anything most students could hope to achieve—but Draven's barrier had absorbed it without so much as a flicker. The rest of the class sat frozen, the reality of Draven's immense power settling in. The gap between them and him seemed impossibly vast.

"Is that all?" Draven asked, his tone neutral, almost bored. His gaze flicked over the class. "I expected more from the rest of you."

Amberine's frustration flared, but she wasn't going to let it stop her. If Elara's spell hadn't even made a dent, then what chance did the rest of them have? But she wasn't about to back down. Draven had challenged them all, and she wasn't going to walk away without trying.

She stood up, feeling Ifrit stir again beneath her robe. His warmth spread through her, his presence a steady reminder that she wasn't alone. Amberine raised her hand, her eyes locked on Draven, and began to channel her mana.

Her spell wasn't as refined as Elara's, but it burned with intensity. Flames flickered to life around her fingers, growing brighter and hotter with each passing second. Amberine could feel the power building inside her, a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path. She clenched her fist, focusing all of her energy into a single point, and then, with a sharp motion, unleashed it.

A roaring stream of fire shot toward Draven's barrier, the heat in the room rising dramatically. Amberine poured everything she had into the spell, the flames twisting and writhing as they slammed into the barrier with explosive force. The heat was intense, the flames licking at the edges of the room as they tried to burn through the shield.

But, just like with Elara's spell, Draven's barrier didn't even flicker.

The firestorm raged against the shield for several long moments before it was suddenly extinguished, disappearing into thin air. The barrier remained perfectly intact, its transparent surface unscathed by the flames.

Amberine staggered back, the effort of maintaining the spell leaving her breathless. She could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead, her body trembling from the strain. But Draven… he hadn't even moved. His expression remained impassive, as if he had barely registered the attack at all.

"Better," Draven said, his voice cool. "But still insufficient."

Amberine gritted her teeth, frustration burning in her chest. No matter how much power they threw at him, it wasn't enough. She glanced at Elara, who had returned to her seat, her face as calm as ever. But there was something in her eyes—a flicker of determination that Amberine recognized.

"We can't give up," Amberine thought to herself, clenching her fists. "There has to be a way."

More students stood up, each one determined to prove themselves. Spell after spell was launched at Draven's barrier—ice, lightning, wind, and even shadow magic. But no matter how powerful the attack, no matter how much effort the students put into their spells, the result was always the same. Draven's barrier absorbed every attack effortlessly, without so much as a crack.

The classroom was filled with the sound of magic crackling through the air, the tension growing thicker with each failed attempt. But Draven remained unfazed, his cold gaze sweeping over the room as he watched each student struggle.

After what felt like an eternity, Draven finally raised a hand, signaling for the students to stop. The room fell into an uneasy silence as the last few spells fizzled out, leaving nothing but the faint hum of mana in the air.

"Now," Draven said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, "I will show you what a true magical barrier is."

He raised his hand, and the shimmering shield around him seemed to pulse with energy. The air in the room grew thick with magic, a powerful, oppressive force that made Amberine's skin prickle. She watched in awe as Draven's barrier expanded, growing larger and more defined. It was no longer just a simple shield—it was a fortress, an impenetrable wall of mana that surrounded him completely.
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"The key to a strong barrier," Draven began, his voice calm and authoritative, "is not simply the amount of mana you pour into it. It is about control. Precision. Understanding the nature of the attack you are defending against and countering it before it can even reach your shield."

He raised his other hand, and the barrier began to shift, its surface rippling like water. "A barrier is not a static defense. It must be adaptable, flexible. It must bend, but never break."

Amberine grabbed her magic notebook from her bag, quickly flipping it open as Draven continued his explanation. Her hand moved rapidly across the page, the enchanted quill gliding effortlessly as she took notes. She didn't want to miss a single word of what he was saying.

Draven's barrier pulsed again, the surface shimmering with a faint glow. "When you cast a barrier, you are not just creating a shield between yourself and the attack. You are creating a network of mana that responds to the energy of the incoming spell. The moment the attack touches your barrier, you must analyze it, understand its nature, and adjust your defenses accordingly."

Amberine's quill scratched furiously across the page as she tried to keep up with Draven's rapid-fire explanation. She could see other students around her doing the same, their heads bent over their notebooks as they scribbled down every word.

"A poorly constructed barrier," Draven continued, "will shatter the moment it encounters an attack it cannot absorb. But a well-crafted barrier will disperse the energy of the attack, redirect it, and render it harmless."

Amberine's heart raced as she wrote, her mind spinning with the implications of Draven's words. Everything he was saying made sense—she could feel the logic behind it, the precision of his approach. But the level of control he was describing was beyond anything she had ever attempted.

To not only block an attack but to dissect it in real time, to manipulate the mana on such a fine level… it was incredible.

Draven lowered his hand, and the barrier around him slowly dissolved, the air returning to normal. He turned to face the class, his cold gaze sweeping over them once more.

"You will practice this," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Until you can create a barrier that does not merely block an attack but neutralizes it entirely."

The class sat in stunned silence for a moment before the students began to move, gathering their things as they prepared to leave. Amberine glanced down at her notebook, her heart still racing. Her notes were detailed, every word of Draven's explanation carefully recorded in the enchanted pages.

She couldn't help but smile, knowing that she had captured something important—somethinga that makes her think she could get into a breakthrough!


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