The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

"Even that peerless expert who swept through the Demon King's army couldn't withstand more than a few moves. Just how terrifying is this girl's strength?"

The Sword Saint clutched his aching chest, gave a bitter laugh, and knew he was no longer able to fight. He could only grit his teeth and leap off the battlefield to temporarily retreat and save his life.

No one stepped forward to stop them, and it was clear that Filonia was about to slaughter the students with her blood-red ribbons.

A slow, aged voice slowly rang out.

"Children, don't be afraid, I'll subdue this little girl!"

Everyone hurriedly looked up and saw an old man in a long robe with white hair holding a staff, slowly walking to the front of the crowd.

The old man had a ruddy complexion, a dashing and carefree air about him, and was surrounded by layers of magical aura.

The immense and profound magic surged slowly like the ocean tide, and just standing here made the air tremble slightly.

Soon, someone in the crowd recognized the old man, and the discussion erupted again.

"Great! It's Herbert, the magic teacher!"

"Who doesn't know his background? He was once the chief court mage of the royal family, a top-ranking archmage in the entire Griffin Empire."

"His mastery of magic is incredibly profound; ordinary mages can't even withstand a single spell he casually casts!"

Immediately afterwards, someone lowered their voice and revealed some gossip about the mentor.

"You guys don't know yet, do you?"

"The reason why Professor Herbert resigned from his high-ranking position in the court and came to teach at the magic academy."

"It's because he had an affair with the current emperor, which was discovered by the empress. He had no choice but to resign from his official post to avoid trouble and retire at our Canary Magic Academy!"

"With such a top-tier archmage involved, we're absolutely safe now!"

Herbert stroked his sexy, graying beard, leisurely surveying the red-haired girl shrouded in blood mist before him. He first let out a long, helpless sigh, then said slowly:

"In the end, I, an old man, have to personally clean up this mess. Sigh, really."

Watching Filonia's retreating figure, he shook his head regretfully, his face showing disappointment.

"What a pity, what a pity. The one causing the magic outburst and chaos is a little girl. If it were a little boy, it might have excited this old man a bit more."

These bizarre remarks left the students both amused and exasperated. They were facing a life-or-death situation, yet this old sorcerer was still preoccupied with such trivial matters.

After his initial reflection, Herbert finally became serious and raised his hand to draw intricate magical runes in the air.

Pale blue frost magic spread out in layers, and a huge ice wall rose from the ground, blocking Filoria's way.

"Young lady, surrender now, you are no match for this old man."

But in Felice's eyes, there was still only her enemy. Gazing at the old archmage, she murmured obsessively once more:

"Feld in his old magical form..."

The next second, endless waves of blood surged forth, and the crimson magic collided violently with Herbert's frost magic.

In an instant, ice shards flew everywhere, blood mist filled the sky, and the two forces of ice and fire clashed wildly, with dazzling magical light and shadow enveloping the entire courtyard.

Layers of magic exploded, shattering windows in the surrounding houses. The scene was magnificent and spectacular, captivating the students who watched without daring to breathe.

Herbert unleashed several high-level binding spells in succession, attempting to immobilize the girl.

But Felina's Blood Law is extremely domineering; each blood spike can easily tear apart the frost shackles.

The old man was already quite old, and after years of comfortable retirement, he had neglected his cultivation, so his magical power was no longer at its peak.

After several intense spell exchanges, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his magic power was rapidly depleted, and he gradually ran out of energy.

A thick, bloody whip pierced through layers of ice magic, striking Herbert's robe and sending him staggering backward, his breathing instantly becoming disordered.

Herbert raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, waved helplessly, and voluntarily stopped casting the spell.

"Sigh, you just can't deny getting old!"

He let out a long sigh, his face filled with desolation:

"Time waits for no one. With my current strength, I am not even one-tenth of what I was when I was young."

He gazed at the murderous-looking Fei Luolia ahead and sighed sincerely.

"If I were back in my prime, I could easily suppress this girl whose magic is running rampant with just a few sealing spells."

"But now my magic power has declined, and I am truly powerless."

"To be fair, if this young girl is allowed to grow properly in the future, she will surely become one of the top experts in our Griffin Empire."

Actually, Herbert was bragging; even when he was young, he wouldn't have been a match for Floria.

This old man clearly can't beat them, he's just bragging like this to save face.

After saying this, Herbert decisively chose to leave, without any intention of putting on a brave face.

"We can't win, we can't win, let's retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old archmage put away his staff, completely ignoring the panicked students behind him.

He quickly slipped away towards the boys' dormitory, muttering to himself:

"Oh dear~ I can't deny getting old, my back is killing me! Looks like I'll have to find a young boy to give me a good massage..."

"Professor Herbert! Please don't go!"

As the students watched the old man flee in panic, they were utterly devastated. They stood there, pale-faced and helpless.

"It's over, it's over!"

Someone muttered to themselves, looking lost and dejected:

"Even the former chief archmage of the palace, Instructor Herbert, was defeated in just a few moves. Several powerful figures in succession have failed to stop her. Who else can we count on?"

Under the crimson moonlight, Fei Luolia, with her bare, snow-white feet, slowly walked towards the crowd, appearing eerily beautiful under the blood moon.

Yumili mingled among the students, a potato pancake dangling from her mouth, her eyes fixed fearlessly on Filonia, who was wreaking havoc in the academy.

Yumi tilted her head slightly, as if wondering why the person in front of her had gone berserk.

Yumili's gaze met Fei Luolia's in mid-air.

Then, Filonia muttered to herself:

"Feld in her black-haired loli form..."

Immediately, countless streaks of blood shot towards Yumili.

Yumili seemed not to have reacted at all, just staring blankly as lines of blood shot towards her.

"Isn't that Yumily, the commoner noblewoman from the Thomas family?"

"How did she get targeted?"

"It's over, it's over! With so many blood vessels stuck in her veins, she's definitely going to die!"

Just as everyone closed their eyes, not daring to look...

An elegant figure in a suit, holding a blood-red demonic sword.

They appeared in front of Yumili without her noticing.

A series of ear-piercing explosions rang out, and the blood lines were all blocked by the suit-wearing youth who appeared out of nowhere.

Yumili tilted her head slightly, looking at the figure blocking her way, somewhat puzzled. She felt that the person in front of her looked somewhat familiar.

However, their temperaments were completely different, making Yumili somewhat hesitant to confirm it.