School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start Chapter 74 -74-Encounter with Merfolk

Mr. Owen is a Gold Divine Dragon, capable of utilizing any elental attribute.

As long as there’s an abundance of arcanergy, what does the elent matter?

Berkeley pondered this, a hint of pride erging on his face.

He glanced coldly at Finn: "It seems I hold a higher importance in Mr. Owen’s heart than Finn does. Otherwise, Finn wouldn’t be unaware of such a secret."

Finn, sensing the arrogance on Berkeley’s face, felt baffled.

Owen then spoke up, "Let’s head to Gosa Waters and see for ourselves."

"Yes," everyone responded.

Berkeley, eager to show his initiative, arranged everything before Finn could.

They set off on griffins, the sa mode of transportation they had used before, flying towards Gosa Waters.

...

Gosa Waters, located to the southeast of the Laine Kingdom, was an expansive and boundless blue domain.

Here, sunlight poured through the blue sky, mingling with the sea, creating a beautiful tapestry.

Standing on the shore, the eye t only the seamless blend of sea and sky, evoking a sense of nature’s magnificence and vastness.

"Gosa Waters is so beautiful," Erin exclaid, captivated by the endless ocean expanse.

Owen shared her admiration, finding Gosa Waters truly majestic.

After four days of flight, they had reached the coastline of Gosa Waters.

Gazing at it, Owen relished the natural beauty.

The sea surface shimred, with sunlight dancing on the water, forming countless sparkling points of light.

These points, like diamonds, srized everyone in the beauty of the scene.

Gentle waves caressed the shore, producing a lodious song akin to nature’s symphony, uplifting spirits and evoking a sense of grandeur in their hearts.

During the journey, Finn had already clashed with Berkeley a few tis, feeling the need to prove himself in front of Owen.

"Teacher, although the surface of Gosa Waters appears calm and undisturbed, its depths are fraught with danger," Finn remarked.

Berkeley narrowed his eyes, sneering internally, "Oh, trying to show off? I won’t give you that chance."

He quickly interjected, coughing slightly, "Yes, Mr. Owen. The underwater world of Gosa Waters is a complex realm where various races coexist, full of unpredictable undercurrents. We must proceed with caution."

Finn shot Berkeley an annoyed look, while Berkeley appeared smug and unconcerned.

As they all worked under Owen, he was not intimidated by Finn’s princely status.

Owen nodded firmly, "Don’t worry, let’s first find a place to get a good understanding of Gosa Waters."

As they approached the coastline, they heard the sounds of combat before even seeing anything.

Quickening his pace, Owen moved closer and, after covering a kiloter, saw a village under attack by strange monsters.

The attackers had human lower bodies but fish heads, their teeth sharp and lethal, wielding steel tridents.

The village under attack belonged to the human race and was engulfed in chaos and terror.

Flas soared high, and screams echoed continuously.

Warriors from the village were entangled in combat with the invaders, clearly at a disadvantage.

Berkeley crouched down, whispering, "Interdiate race rfolk daring to raid the Laine Kingdom’s coastline?"

Finn’s eyes blazed with fury, and the aura of a prince burst forth powerfully: "How dare they attack my human race. Teacher, I request permission to engage in battle."

Berkeley, not to be outdone, slightly bowed and said, "Mr. Owen, I cannot stand by and watch this either. Allow to join the fight."

Owen nodded towards the direction of the battlefield, "Go ahead."

Imdiately, Finn drew his sword from his waist, its screech resonating: "Audacious rfolk, daring to lay hands on my human race!"

Seeing soone charging out with such imposing montum, the rfolk fell into a mont of disarray.

"Human reinforcents are here, we need to retreat quickly!"

"It’s about ti we left."

The chaos, however, was short-lived. Suddenly, a rfolk stood firm, his dead fish eyes fixated on Finn: "Wait, it seems like there’s only one person."

Hearing this, the other rfolk halted and stared intently at Finn. "Indeed, just one person."

"And a diamond-tier at that, ha ha ha, he really doesn’t know the aning of death."

"You scared there, I thought the human reinforcents had arrived."

"Kill him, how dare a single person disturb the noble rfolk’s affairs?"

The rfolk, wielding tridents and long spears, surrounded Finn.

Finn looked at them calmly, a flicker of murderous intent in his eyes: "Three hundred years ago, the Laine Kingdom and the sea demons signed a non-aggression treaty. Now you dare to actively break it, how dare you?"

"Non-aggression, nonsense! What about you humans plundering our world?" one of the rfolk roared, brandishing his trident.

"No point in wasting words."

Finn suddenly struck, his sword energy soaring like a rainbow, piercing the sky.

His figure moved like a specter among the rfolk, claiming a life with each swing of his sword.

His swordsmanship was unstoppable, leaving the rfolk unable to defend against his attacks.

The combat techniques taught by Owen proved incredibly effective, making Finn feel like his strength had increased exponentially.

The rfolk plunged into disarray once again, unable to withstand even a single blow from Finn. "This human is too strong; we cannot defeat him."

"Call for the tail-general, let the tail-general handle this."

"He killed so many of our kin, I want this human to pay with his life."

"Tail-general, save us—"

The rfolk’s encirclent crumbled amidst continuous wailing.

"Ha ha, finally a human worth fighting. The arcanergy in the body of such a human must be abundant, making for a more satisfying feast," a massive rfolk leaped out and landed in front of Finn, opening his maw wide in laughter.

"Tail-general?" Owen was sowhat perplexed. "What is that?"

Berkeley explained, "Most sea races are related to fish and don’t use the sa realm classifications as we humans. Generally, a tail-general is of the master-tier, a belly-general of the grandmaster-tier, and a head-general of the sage-tier..."

"This rfolk is a master-tier?"

"Correct."

"Finn is in danger, then. Be ready to assist him at the right mont."

"Yes."

"Tail-general?" Finn’s expression grew solemn, his grip on the long sword tightening.

The tail-general eyed Finn, a hint of scorn in his gaze.

"You think defeating so foot soldiers makes you impressive?" he sneered. "Let show you what real power is!"

The tail-general was imposing in stature, his muscles bulging and emanating the salty scent of the sea.

In his hand, he wielded a massive iron hamr, its head incredibly heavy.

The handle was inscribed with dense runes that glowed with a mysterious light, indicating that the weapon was an extraordinary arcanergy artifact.

With a thunderous roar, the tail-general raised his hamr, his arm muscles bulging as he unleashed his strength.

The hamr, carrying the force of a tempest, swung fiercely towards Finn.

Finn reacted swiftly, dodging the tail-general’s powerful blow with agile movents.

He swiftly counterattacked, his long sword thrusting towards the tail-general’s chest like lightning.

The tail-general’s reaction was surprisingly fast. He quickly retracted his hamr, blocking Finn’s strike.

He sneered coldly, his body bursting with incredible power again.

"You’re too weak," he taunted.

Leaping high, the tail-general pounced towards Finn like a cannonball.

His hamr traced an arc in the air, bringing a gust of wind with it.

Facing the tail-general’s ferocious attack, Finn felt the pressure mounting.

He gripped his sword tightly, channeling all his strength into the blade.

He charged towards the tail-general’s hamr, the sword and hamr colliding in an instant.

A loud crash echoed as the collision generated a massive shockwave.

Finn’s arm went numb, almost losing grip on his sword hilt.

"So strong," he thought.

The tail-general’s hamr didn’t stop, smashing directly onto Finn’s chest.

A cracking sound of breaking bones resounded as Finn spat blood and was sent flying, his blood tracing a perfect arc in the air.

Seeing Finn’s condition, the tail-general let out a sinister laugh from his fish mouth: "A human? Is that all... My children, tear him apart and bring him back to the depths for a good feast."

"Yes, yes, yes, tail-general is mighty!"

"Tail-general is the strongest of our rfolk!"

Berkeley landed beside Finn, quickly pouring a potion into his mouth.

Instantly, Finn’s wounds stopped bleeding, and his body emitted a faint green glow.

The potent life force rapidly repaired Finn’s body.

The tail-general, with a cold expression and dead fish eyes shimring eerily, remarked, "Another one seeking death?"

The surrounding rfolk were already buoyed up, holding their tridents and spears high.

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Tail-general is invincible, tail-general is mighty."

"Let’s kill another human to boost our spirits!"

Berkeley, adopting an air of superiority, hands behind his back, snorted coldly, "As expected, just a bunch of beasts, all deserving death."

The tail-general blinked his eyes, his deanor icy: "Daring to insult when death is upon you, I’ve decided not to leave your body intact. I’ll crush your bones and brew them into a drink."

Arcanergy surged around Berkeley, showcasing the might of a level 5 arraymancer: "Blustering words, let’s see if you have the ability to back them up."

The tail-general, witnessing the constant changes in arcanergy around him, was taken aback: "A level 5 arraymancer?"