Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

Next, the judges took out the memory stone and repeatedly played the footage of the sprint just now.

In the footage, the electric dragon indeed intentionally used a weak electric current to attack Leon.

"The evidence of foul play is conclusive. According to the rules, the Misty family is disqualified from further participation, and their current achievements are nullified," the judge announced, then sighed. "This kind of behavior has a bad influence on children. I hope you learn a lesson."

Visibly upset, the young electric dragon of the Misty family hung its head. Clearly, this incident had dealt it a heavy blow.

However, the adult electric dragon, evidently unconvinced, was about to retort. But as its gaze moved past Leon's shoulder, it spotted someone, and its arrogant demeanor instantly deflated.

Leon also noticed the change. Turning around, he looked behind him.

An old white-haired dragon was walking toward them.

The old dragon was lean and had a faint lightning mark on its tail.

Walking up to Rossweise, the old dragon slightly bowed its head and said, "I regret the trouble my clan member has caused your family, Melkvei."

Rossweise smiled faintly. "I hope you will discipline your clan properly, Thor. Fortunately, my husband was clever and didn't get hurt. If he had been injured just now, your apology wouldn't have sufficed to resolve the matter."

"I understand, Melkvei. I'll handle the Misty family when we return."

"Good."

With just a glance from Thor, the Misty family scurried away in shame, following him out of the arena.

Leon leaned closer to Rossweise and asked, "Who's that old guy?"

"The leader of the Electric Dragon clan, Thor."

"Whoa, that's a big deal."

Rossweise rolled her eyes playfully. "All you think about is gaining merit, huh?"

Leon chuckled and teased, "Speaking of which, honey, you've got some serious clout."

"Hmph. Any decent dragon, as long as they aren't as arrogant as the Red Flame Dragons, should come and apologize to me," Rossweise retorted, though she seemed to realize something was off.

She immediately elbowed Leon. "Who's your honey? Stop calling me that so intimately."

———

After the relay race, the events turned to standard competitions, such as high jump, long jump, and javelin throw.

These events also required family collaboration, with scores combined to determine rankings.

Each dragon clan had its strengths.

For the Silver Dragons, they didn't excel in non-speed-related events.

Rossweise and Noah worried that the advantage they gained in the relay race might be squandered in the upcoming events.

But as it turned out, with Leon around, their concerns were unnecessary.

No wonder Leon, so absurdly strong that his scores weren't even officially counted, was a bona fide invincible all-around warrior.

When compared individually in areas like strength or speed, Leon couldn't surpass certain specialized dragon clans.

But in terms of overall ability, his advantages stood out—this was a Dragon Clan Sports Meet, after all.

If Leon could maintain such a state despite a short absence, what would happen during his peak? Wouldn't he obliterate the competition?

If Leon were still active on the battlefield, he'd undoubtedly put immense pressure on all dragon clans.

After all, this was a human capable of impregnating someone even in his dying moments. From every perspective, he deserved the title of "The Strongest Dragon Slayer."

Rossweise thought so as well.

When the standard events ended, Leon's family was unquestionably ranked first. This thrilled the two little dragon girls to no end.

Now, as long as they performed well in the final fun games segment, victory was practically guaranteed.

Leon: 'Vacation! Vacation! Vacation!'

"Next, we'll move on to the final segment of the family sports meet—the fun games. I'll now explain the rules."

On the podium, the school staff explained enthusiastically:

"For the fun games, adult dragons and young dragons will compete in separate events."

"The young dragons' game is 'Protect the Balloon.' Staff will attach a balloon to each young dragon's back. If the balloon is popped, the dragon is eliminated. Young dragons will compete within a designated area, and the last one standing wins."

"Adult dragons, meanwhile, will compete in the 'Two-Person Three-Legged Obstacle Course.'"

Upon hearing "two-person three-legged," Leon and Rossweise exchanged glances.

They could see the same message in each other's eyes:

'This is in the bag!'

Their first training exercise had been the two-person three-legged race, and their synchronization was excellent.

Moreover, Rossweise's prediction had been spot on—the final and most critical event was related to this.

However, Leon wasn't ready to celebrate just yet.

Experience had taught him that premature celebrations in this chaotic academy often led to near disasters.

For instance, the interview and the model family speech had nearly cost him his life...

"Now, for the specifics of the obstacle course, please proceed to the starting point. Discover the surprises during the game."

Leon smirked. "Good thing I didn't celebrate early."

Adult dragons from all families gathered at the starting point, where staff tied ropes around their ankles.

Once tied together, Leon naturally put his arm around Rossweise's waist.

Rossweise glanced at his hand on her waist and then at Leon. "You seem awfully practiced at this," she teased.

"Practice makes perfect, dear."

"Idiot..."

Despite her words, Rossweise just as naturally wrapped her arm around his waist.

The feel was still great.

Looking ahead, they saw a temporary small cabin about fifty meters away. Its door was closed, and it wasn't transparent, likely holding their first challenge.

Strangely, anticipation bubbled within them.

"Ready~"

The referee raised a signal flare. "START!"

The signal burst into the air, and the tied-together adult dragons started running—only to tumble immediately.

"What's going on? Why not step with the tied leg first?"

"What? I thought we should start with the outer leg!"

"You idiot, hurry up and get up!"

"So embarrassing!"

"Are you okay, honey?"

"I... I think I pulled something..."

"..."

The signal had barely gone off, yet the field was already filled with groans and complaints.

"Damn it! Who came up with such a torturous event? Who could even manage this?" one adult dragon grumbled.

"Wait... someone's actually managing it..." his partner pointed at the track.

On the track, a black and silver pair moved seamlessly, their arms around each other's waists, their steps perfectly in sync.

Where did these dragon special forces come from?

This wasn't just about leading by several body lengths. At this rate, they might as well hand the championship to the Silver Dragon family.

Realizing this, the other families scrambled to adjust, though their pace and coordination remained chaotic.

Amid the astonished gazes, Leon and Rossweise reached the small cabin first.

Pushing the door open, they found not a riddle or puzzle but a table, two chairs, and... a massive bowl of noodles.

Steam rose from the delicate, long noodles, releasing a rich wheat aroma. The steaming broth smelled divine, making mouths water.

But this wasn't a plate or a bowl—it was a basin.

As they entered, a nearby memory stone began playing.

"Welcome to the first challenge: Family Feeding Frenzy!"

"The rule is simple: Family Member A feeds Family Member B until the entire bowl of noodles is finished. No switching roles mid-way; that would be cheating. The memory stone will monitor the entire process."

"Also, this year's noodles are proudly sponsored by Teswa Young Dragon Noodles—Teswa, especially smooth."

Leon twitched his lips. "Even ads? Seriously?"

"I'll feed; you eat," Rossweise said, her tone playful yet cunning.

Leon blinked. "Why am I automatically the eater?"

"Don't you want our daughter to win?"

Without waiting for an answer, Rossweise dragged him to the table and made him sit.

Taking up a fork, she twirled some noodles and brought them to Leon's mouth. "Come on, say 'ah.'"

Her sudden sweetness felt unnervingly out of place, even in a competition.

Leon hesitantly opened his mouth, eating the noodles.

Surprisingly, they tasted fine.

"Well done! Come on, take your time," Rossweise encouraged, feeding him another forkful.

Leon obediently opened his mouth again.

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