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"You've lost …"

This sentence was no less than a clap of thunder in Hefelter's ears. I lost? I lost? How is this possible? How could I lose to a useless Necromancer? How is this possible?

His mind was still in a blank state, and he had yet to recover from his shock.

"Highfield …" The red-haired girl, Yi Charlotte, exclaimed and rushed over with her roommates.

Ron coldly shouted, "Don't come over here!" As he spoke, he picked up some of the bone lances in his hands.

Esterhazy did not dare move, but she met Ron's gaze with a fierce gaze.

However, Ron didn't have a good impression of this beautiful girl. He turned to Hailey and said coldly, "Hailey, let's forget about this matter today. I don't want you to come and mess with me again, do you understand?"

With that, Ron waved his hand and the bone lance turned into a cloud of black gas, disappearing in front of everyone.

"This is too amazing..."

A passionate look appeared in the eyes of the surrounding students. In their eyes, Ron was no longer a trash. With his strength, he had proven that even Necromancers were strong.

"Sure enough, he won!" "Is this still a Necromancer? "How is it completely different from what I know?"

Shaya took a deep breath and said, "I was as shocked as you were, thinking that it was impossible for me to be defeated by a fifteen-year-old boy who is also a useless Necromancer. But the fact is, I was wrong, ridiculously wrong …"

Ron gave a cold smile and strode away. The students consciously made a path for him. Some of the girls' eyes were full of little stars, and their faces were filled with worship.

"Are you all right, Highfield?" The red-haired girl, Yi Charlotte, softly said as she reached out to help Highfield up.

Anger, unwillingness, shame, all sorts of negative emotions gnawed at his heart. His body trembled, and his thoughts became extremely unstable.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, his humiliation reached its limit. Suddenly, with a flash in his hand, a dark golden longsword appeared in his hand.

Then he stood up abruptly and shouted, "Ron, go to hell!"

No one expected such an unexpected turn of events. Haifert had already made his move. His dark golden longsword released a strong light, causing everyone to be unable to open their eyes.

"Blazing Blade …."

Under the powerful pressure of Blades of Flame, the surrounding air started to burn as well. Highfield was so infuriated that his head started to spin. He was serious, he was going to kill Ron ruthlessly!

"Ron, be careful..." At this moment, Shaya couldn't help but scream out. Somehow, she had the impulse to go and save him.

Without Shaya's reminder, Ron was always on guard behind him, just like hunting in the mountains. He never really gave his back to anyone else.

Ron coldly snorted, "You reckless fool, I thought you were really reflecting on yourself. If that's the case, then I won't be polite anymore …"

Powerful black energy gathered in his hand, instantly forming a ball of light. The ball of light spun around in Ron's hand, and the ball of light was filled with the power of death.

"Death Bind …."

Ron's eyes were cold, and at that moment he decided not to hold back.

"Boom …"

"Bang!" Highfield's body seemed to have been struck in midair. His entire body flew backwards, a trace of blood spurting out from his mouth, creating a beautiful spray of blood.

"Hua la — Hua la —"

"Highfield …" Without caring about anything else, Yi Charlotte immediately ran over as if she had gone mad.

Highfield's face was like golden paper. Streams of black soul forces twined around his body, making him unconscious.

Ron just dropped the words coldly, "Serves you right..." After saying so, he no longer paid any attention to the others and left with big strides.

"What did you just say?"

Only after the drama was over did the students disperse, the freshmen talking excitedly about what had just happened as they walked. Ron's strength had left a deep impression on their minds.

"Oh, really?" Cardina smiled. "That despicable fellow has already left. Sister Shaya, should we chase after him …"

"Chase, of course we have to chase. How can I let him go?" Shaya said while grinding her teeth.

… ….

This was the residence of the elite seniors of the academy. In the academy, the students with powerful strengths and good results were generally divided into residences, and they were all senior students' apartments. They were simply incomparable to the dorms of ordinary students.

It was a lavishly decorated hall. The furniture inside was made of high-grade hard wood, revealing the European style everywhere.

In the hall, a tall and sturdy man with a gloomy face said with his usual low voice, "What the hell is going on?"

On a luxurious bed, Haifert's eyes were tightly shut. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead, but a beautiful woman was examining his body. From her attire, it was obvious that she was a priest.

The burly man's gaze swept over to Frances, who immediately stood up and said, "Boss, this … Doesn't this have anything to do with me? "

"None of your business?" The burly man raised his eyes to look at him.

"Yes …" "It's …" Frances was in response when suddenly the burly man stood up, a strong gust of wind rising from a palm-leaf palm.

With a "Pa" sound, Frances was slapped in the face.

Frances covered her face and said with a sad face, "Well... Ugh … "Boss …"

The burly man pointed at him and said word by word, "My younger brother was beaten up to such a state, do you think this has nothing to do with you?"

The burly man was the elder brother of Haifart, Haifis. He was a high-ranked Knight and was known as the King of Tigers. His mount was a black long-toothed tiger.

At this moment, a white light shone, and the beautiful woman cast a healing spell. Everyone's attention was attracted by the white light and they forgot to breathe.

As the white light flashed, the beautiful Priestess opened her eyes. She tightly knitted her brows, helplessly looked at Khafir, and shook her head.

Khafir frowned, "Misoya, what's going on? Your healing technique doesn't seem to be effective?"

Misoea was the beautiful priest. She was the wife of Khafir, and had just married last month. According to seniority, Khafir was supposed to call her sister-in-law.

Misoea shook her head and said in a clear voice, "Hailey wasn't injured, so my healing technique is useless against him. He seems to have been hit by some kind of curse …"

"Curse? There's still such a thing? " Khafir was surprised and asked, "What should we do?"

"If you want to remove the curse, you can use the purification from the priest. However, I have yet to learn the purification, so I might need my mentor's help …"

"Purification …" Khafir nodded his head, "Alright, go ahead. Tell your mentor that I, Tiger King, owe him a favor..."

Misoea nodded, turned around and left. She had no other choice but to turn to her mentor for help regarding Highfield's situation.

Khafir turned around, glanced at Frances, and gave a cold snort. "It's all your doing." He had slapped him in order to vent his anger, but now he had to figure out what the curse was.

"Boss, it's not me, it's Ron …" Frances said, taking a step back.

"Ron, who is he?" I should recognize most of the people in the academy with a little strength, but I don't think I've heard of this name before, could it be a freshman? "

Frances: "Yes, boss. That Ron is a freshman, and he just arrived at the academy a few days ago. Oh right, he's a Necromancer …"

Khafir's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly turned around, "What? Say that again? Necromancer? A Necromancer actually beat him up like this? "

"Yes …" "Yes …" Frances's confidence was running low.

"That's impossible!" Khafir shook his head and slowly turned around. "That's impossible. Necromancers cannot have such strength!"

"Boss, it's true..." He recounted the conflict between Highfield and Ron.

"Boss, many freshmen have seen it. It's the one who beat up young master Hailey like this, I'm not lying to you …"

Vorsinov added.

"It doesn't matter if he's a necromancer or not, this freshman is just too arrogant. Everyone knows that Highfield is my younger brother, and if someone dares to touch my younger brother, I will definitely not let him off. Let alone an ordinary freshman, even if it's Baroque Academy's number one Holy Knight, Merklin, I will still go and fight him …"

"Right, dismember this fellow's body into a million pieces …" He had been slapped by Khafir because of Highfield, so he hated Ron for what he had done.

"I avenged my brother. Why are you so excited? What did you do that time? "

"Err …" Frances was at a loss for words. He had no interest in going up to watch the duel after he had put Goethe back, and in his mind, Ron was no match for Hefelter, so he went straight back to the dormitory.

At that moment, Haverhill turned around, startling Frances, whose face was twisted with anger. Frances had never seen him look so terrible.

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