C23

"Ah —"

Roon's eyes widened. Shaya's attack had worked. A big hole had appeared on the dark knight's body. There was not a single trace of blood on the wound. The raging flames had scorched half of the dark knight's body black.

The power of the Dark Knights was dissipating, and even the soul force of Komelin was showing signs of instability.

After this move, Shaya's breath also quickened. Her towering chest was moving up and down. It was evident that this move consumed a lot of her qi.

Shaya forced a smile, "Is this the so-called necromancy?" "It doesn't look that good either..." As she spoke, she pointed at the single-handed Knight's Sword in her hand and shouted, "You've already lost! Hurry up and surrender!"

Hou Meilin rolled his eyes and laughed, "Hehe, you lost? "It's still early..."

With that, he waved his hand and a green ball of air appeared in his palm, twisting around his fingertip.

"Death Bind …."

The blue ball of air was gently pushed out and a cold wind blew like an evil ghost from hell, bringing with it a formidable evil force. However, his target was not Shaya, but the Dark Knight.

Why did he attack the Dark Knight?

Ron's heart nearly leaped out of his throat.

Even Shaya was startled, as she used her shield to protect herself.

No, he was not mad.

The youth's ball of air was like soft cotton that tightly wrapped around the Dark Knight. Black gas appeared on the Dark Knight's body, and half of his body miraculously grew out, as if he hadn't received any injuries at all.

The Black Knight regained his fighting strength and felt even more ferocious than before.

"Grandpa Homerin, what was that undead magic just now?" So powerful. In just an instant, that Dark Knight recovered. " Ron was communicating with Homelin with his soul.

"Nothing." Hou Meilin smiled, "Death Bind is only a rank 6 necromancer. When your strength reaches the level of an advanced necromancer, you can release it …"

"Not only can this magic heal undead, it can also be used as a battle magic. Ron, watch carefully." Komelin said earnestly.

"Yes, Grandpa Homelin, I will!" Ron nodded heavily.

The instant the souls of Ron and Hou Meilin intersected, the Dark Knight had already started his attack. When he fought with Shaya, his attack and defense were extremely powerful. Just one Black Knight was already inextricably linked with Shaya.

At this moment, Shaya was no longer as proud as she was before. Her hair and sweat were all over her face and she was breathing rapidly. Even her moves had become messy. She was beaten back by the black knight's bone spear.

Only now did Shaya realize that the power of her opponent's Necromantic Magic had far surpassed her imagination. She felt extremely regretful for her reckless actions.

Especially when facing a fifteen year old child, Shaya's self-esteem suffered a huge blow. She had never imagined that the genius she had always been known as was actually not even comparable to a fifteen year old child.

Shaya's mind was in a mess as she looked at the small figure beside her and the calm expression on his face. She didn't even know how to make her move.

On the other side, Hou Meilin looked relaxed. On one hand, he was using his spiritual sense to command the Dark Knight to fight while on the other hand, he was personally instructing Ron.

"... A Necromancer, isn't as simple as just summoning undead to fight for them, this kind of Necromancer can only be ranked lower, the same kind of Necromancer, their strengths will also have different levels. A true powerful Necromancer must be able to perfectly coordinate with the undead creatures they summon, this way they will become two or more active attackers, causing their opponents to be flustered, something like this … "

He made a mysterious gesture with his hands, and Ron felt as if all the raindrops around him had been gathered together, and a powerful force filled the space.

A faint green light appeared on 'Ron' '' s body. Wherever the light went, a large amount of soul force would be condensed.

"Bone lance …"

A lance suddenly appeared in his hand. The lance was grayish white, its white bones exuding an eerie feeling. The only thing Ron could be certain of was how powerful was the soul power contained within this small bone lance.

At this moment, Komelin attacked without any warning. His long bone lance was accompanied by a strong spinning sound as it pierced the air.

The bone lance carried a powerful evil spirit energy as it mercilessly knocked away Shaya's one-handed knight sword.

It was best not to get distracted during a battle. The next moment, she was swept off her horse by the black knight's bone spear. When she stood up, the sharp bone spear was pointed at her throat.

And at this moment, Ron also understood the meaning of cooperation.

"The coordination between Necromancers and summoned creatures? I think I can do it... " Ron thought silently.

Defeated, I actually lost! Furthermore, he lost to a useless Necromancer.

Shaya's heart went blank. He! He was only fifteen years old.

Shaya looked at Ron in disbelief. Was this really the power of a fifteen-year-old child?

"You've lost..."

And now Ron was standing in front of her, his face devoid of any smugness but a look of serenity.

"Kill me..."

Shaya closed her eyes, unable to bear the humiliation of such a crushing defeat. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I don't like killing people. Leave …"

Hou Meilin was not a bloodthirsty person. He did not feel any killing intent from Shaya, so he let her go.

"I... I... "I will kill you..." Hearing this, Shaya didn't feel any joy, instead, she felt extremely humiliated. She ignored the bone gun stuck in her throat and fiercely rushed towards Ron.

"Damn, this little girl is crazy …" Seeing this, Hou Meilin was also startled and hurriedly dodged away.

At this time, he thought of something and the Dark Knight moved. The bone lance swept over Shaya's body, causing her to squat down in pain. Immediately afterwards, 'Ron' whispered two words.

"Bone Cage!"

With a "kacha" sound, a few long white bones protruded from the ground, firmly locking Shaya in place and preventing her from moving.

"Just kill me … Kill me … " Shaya did not know why, but she started shouting hysterically. Her fragile ego was shattered like a crystal ball.

She had collapsed!

"Ahem …" "This little girl is a little crazy, so I'll leave it to you. You can do whatever you want with her."

Hou Meilin turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared into the ring.

Ron felt that his control of his body had returned. He stretched his arms and legs, then looked at Shaya, who was trapped in the bone prison.

Rody looked at Rody and asked, "Rody will you be able to kill me?" Rody looked at Rody and said, "Do you want to kill me?"

It would have been better if she had been defeated by an expert, but she had been defeated by a fifteen-year-old teenager. This was unacceptable to Shaya, but it was also the reason for her self-esteem crumbling.

Shaya slowly raised her head. Ron walked to the front of the prison and reached for her sword.

"Am I going to die?" A look of relief appeared on Shaya's face. She closed her eyes and said, "It's good that he's dead. This way, I won't have to face the humiliation anymore!"

There were faint traces of tears on her impeccable face. Her stubborn expression made people feel love and pity for her. Seeing this, Ron's heart trembled.

After a long while, Ron sighed, "You should go, don't follow me …"

After saying that, he stabbed Shaya's sword into the ground, turned around, and left.

Shaya was furious, she gritted her teeth desperately, the humiliation of defeat did not make her so angry.

It was a kind of disregard, a naked disregard. In other words, this fifteen-year-old child didn't even put her in his eyes. He even wanted to kill her.

A murderous look flashed in Shaya's eyes as she said word by word, "Ron, you will regret this. You will definitely regret this …"

Shaya's cries echoed through the valley, but Ron was already far away.

… ….

Ron wasn't worried about Shaya at all. Grandpa Homelin had told him that the bone prison would be released after a period of time. The prison would only be able to hold her for a while. With Shaya's ability, getting out wouldn't be difficult.

"Grandpa Homerin, what do you think happened to that young lady? Why is it that when she came to kill me, I let her go? said Ron innocently to Homelin.

"She is a knight. Her dignity as a knight does not allow her to fail, especially when she is defeated by you."

"Why?" He really did not understand Shaya's mentality. If he let her go, he would hate himself instead.

He had used Ron's body, but his strength was his own. Imagine a person who thought he was a genius being defeated by a fifteen-year-old child. How could Ron understand that?

Seeing that Hou Meilin did not answer, Ron also changed the topic and laughed, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, that pretty lady doesn't seem to be that strong either..."

"No, Ron, you're wrong." Hou Meilin smiled, "She is very strong. At her age, to be able to reach such a level in strength is indeed not simple …"

"I'm glad that you've reached such a level at her age …" Hou Meilin said with a smile.

"Wow, so she's actually this powerful. Grandpa Hou Meilin, did you use all your strength to defeat her?" said Ron excitedly.

"Of course..." Komelin smiled.

"No, I only used 20% of my strength …"

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