Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 166: Tony Oakwood

The Ice Realm had been completely expelled.

The last remaining traces of ice energy were so weak that they were useless for spellcasting.

Monica grit her teeth.

Her enemy was far greater than she expected, but that wasn’t an excuse to give up.

She would never allow herself to be crushed like this.

"Referee."

Luke’s voice snapped everyone out of their daze.

"This match is over."

The referee, who had been frozen in shock, blinked rapidly, looking at Luke with wide eyes.

For a moment, he didn’t react.

The sight of a high-level spell being used in a freshman-level competition was too much for him to process.

"Ah... ah, yes, of course! The match is over! But—wait—"

He hesitated.

"You’re a high-level mage. You weren’t supposed to participate."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"Am I?"

"I mean, yes— I mean—"

The referee stammered, flipping through his records.

Sure enough, Luke was registered as a freshman.

That meant, technically, he hadn’t broken any rules.

"But... but you’re too strong. It’s unfair—"

Before the referee could finish, Monica’s voice cut through the conversation like a blade.

"He’s a freshman, yes, but I haven’t lost yet."

Her voice was sharp, filled with determination and anger.

A powerful cold energy exploded from her body, causing the temperature to plummet once again.

With Monica as the center, the burning ground suddenly refroze, turning into a reflective sheet of ice.

The heat still lingered in the air, but now there was a clear clash of two extremes—Fire and Ice battling for dominance.

In the center of it all, Monica stood, her white hair whipping wildly behind her.

At her side, a longbow formed entirely of ice slowly materialized.

The Ice Crystal Bow.

A weapon that could kill high-level enemies if wielded properly.

Luke whistled.

"Damn, didn’t think she’d go that far."

Marissa shook her head.

"She’s too competitive for her own good."

"If she pulls that bow, she’s going to get hurt," Zoe added.

Luke sighed.

"Guess I overdid it."

The referee’s eyes flicked back and forth between them, his hands shaking.

Luke smiled.

"Referee, you’re right. I surrender."

The entire arena fell silent.

Monica froze mid-action, her blue eyes widening.

"...What?"

Even the students of Celestial Academy gasped in shock.

"Luke, why are you—"

But before anyone could question it further, a calm voice echoed from the arena entrance.

"Monica, it’s just a freshman competition. Let it go."

An elegant old man stepped forward, waving his hand.

Instantly, Monica’s Ice Bow vanished.

A shimmering barrier of light surrounded Luke’s Hellfire Stone, extinguishing it.

The old man’s eyes met Luke’s.

"You here to compete, kid? Or to challenge the entire academy?"

Luke grinned.

"Who knows? Maybe both."

Luke was already familiar with Tony Oakwood, the dean of Imperial Capital Academy.

But despite the man’s position, Luke had always found him unimpressive.

Old Man Xavier, the dean of Celestial Academy, was a third-tier Forbidden Spell Mage—a legendary figure capable of punching Demon Gods and kicking the Great Southern Penguin of Frostgard.

That was a man with real power and presence.

And then there was Tony Oakwood.

Another top university dean, yet only a super-tier mage?

And it was unclear if he even had full mastery over four elements.

Luke seriously doubted that this old man could even defeat him in his Lone Star Wolf form.

It was honestly disappointing.

As Tony Oakwood arrived, he seemed to expect respect or fear from Luke.

But instead—

Luke’s expression was a strange mix of boredom, mild disdain, and slight amusement.

It took Tony a few seconds to process what he was seeing.

"Wait a minute..."

Tony had thought that destroying the Hellfire Stone and quelling the battle with ease would earn him at least some deference.

Even if Luke was a high-level mage, he was still young.

Surely, he wouldn’t look down on someone older and more experienced, right?

Yet—

Luke’s entire demeanor screamed indifference.

Tony was honestly confused.

"You! Do you even realize who I am?"

He expected Luke to backtrack a little, to at least acknowledge his presence with respect.

Instead, Luke’s lazy smirk grew wider.

"Haha, it turned out to be Dean Oakwood," Luke finally greeted, his tone lighthearted.

He even gave a small, casual bow—but it was obvious he wasn’t taking Tony seriously.

"I send my regards on behalf of my teacher," Luke continued, smirking.

"I was just trying to finish the match quickly. No need for theatrics."

Tony snorted, annoyed but unwilling to lose face.

He waved his hand, summoning a spray of cooling water that instantly lowered the temperature of the arena.

Luke’s Hellfire Stone had left behind immense residual heat, making the air thick and difficult to breathe.

Now, thanks to Tony, the arena returned to normal.

But inside, Tony was feeling deeply unsettled.

Old Man Xavier had personally warned him about Luke before the tournament.

At the time, Tony hadn’t cared.

To him, Luke was just some overhyped student.

Maybe he had pushed himself too fast, forcing himself into high-level magic too soon.

He had assumed Luke was a short-lived prodigy, someone who would struggle even with building a high-level constellation properly.

But the reality?

Luke had almost instantly constructed a high-level constellation.

And it wasn’t just any high-level magic—

His Hellfire Stone had been enormous, packed with a soul-tier seed and an unnatural talent boost.

If Tony hadn’t stepped in, it would have been almost impossible to extinguish. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Now, standing face to face with Luke, Tony’s entire perspective had changed.

This kid...

Was a real monster.

"Don’t try to flatter me, kid," Tony finally said, his tone gruff but no longer dismissive.

"Heroes are getting younger and younger these days. With you at Celestial Academy, Imperial Capital Academy might lose its top rank soon."

Luke grinned.

"That’s what my teacher thinks, too."

Tony froze for a second, narrowing his eyes.

Was that a challenge?

This brat...

He had the same cocky attitude as his teacher back in the day.