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Right now, Ron was immersed in a deep state of cultivation. He even forgot the time. He didn't know how long he had sat there for.

As the seconds ticked by, Ron finally opened his eyes and said softly, "It's done."

Curse Technique – Weakening. Ron had completely mastered it.

He was already numb to Ron's miracles. "Not bad, it's a little shorter than I expected, Ron, but it looks like your talent for curses is far beyond my imagination …"

In a short period of time, Ron had comprehended the 'Twilight Sight' of the Necromancy Spell, and now, he had also comprehended 'Deep Damage' and 'Weakening.' If one were to say that he was lucky the first time, then how could he explain the second and third time? The only possible explanation was Ron's exceptional talent in necromancy.

His understanding of the principles of Necromancy was very deep, and this was also thanks to the gentle and shallow explanations of the principles of Necromancy. As for Ron, he was also a person who liked to think, and always liked to get to the bottom of questions that he didn't understand, which was why he had this so-called genius.

Originally, there were no geniuses that far surpassed the average person. Even if there were, they were only a small minority of people. Most of these so-called geniuses were just those who laid a solid foundation in a certain area, and were able to go further than others.

Ron slowly raised his gaze, a trace of exhaustion appearing on his face. His long period of comprehension had consumed a great deal of his strength, but in his heart, he had learned two curses. No matter how much he had to pay, it was worth it.

He took out a handkerchief and lightly wiped his sweat, then asked while looking at the shadow of Grandpa Homerin, "Grandpa Homerin, is the power of this Curse Technique really as powerful as you said?"

Although Ron had learnt Curse Magic, he still doubted the strength of this non-attack method. In his mind, only the undead magic that could knock down the opponent was a good magic. The Curse Technique did not have any damage, so no matter how he thought about it, it was not reliable.

Hou Meilin chuckled, "Ron, you're underestimating the Curse Technique. As the most mysterious branch of Necromancy, it's not that simple. When you look back at it after many years, today's sacrifice is definitely worth it … …"

Rönn thought for a while, then nodded heavily, "Grandpa Homerin, I understand now …"

He looked at Ron as if he were looking at his own grandson, and Ron, too, saw him as a relative.

It was then that Ron looked up and realized that it was the morning of the following day.

"This is bad..."

Only now did Ron remember that today was the day for the second round of the Ranking Tournament to draw lots. At this time, it seemed that he was already late.

"Ron, what's wrong?" He still didn't know about Ron's competition.

"Not good, today's second round of the Ranking Tournament drawing lots, I'm already late, I have to hurry over …" said Ron, getting to his feet and running in the direction of the dueling ring.

… ….

On the dueling field, the heavy iron gates rose slowly, and the six people of room 302, Aurora, Mannie, Rancy, Kydd, Langtry, and Karachi slowly stepped into the ring. Their eyes were firm, and they held their breath.

Eight people came out: two mages, one Knight, one Swordsman, two Thieves, one Paladin, and one Archer. Other than the fact that there were no Priests, the rest of the classes were complete.

The two leading them were both mages, and they were the famous Tajik brothers. They had once been defeated by the most loyal dog of Khafir's, Frances, but they had endured it and trained their abilities diligently. Finally, they had a breakthrough, and they no longer had to care about Khafir's expression.

The Tajikistan Brothers and the Tanak Brothers, one was an advanced mage of the fire element, level six, the other was an advanced mage of the water element, level five, one water and one fire. Together, they were twins, connected by heart and soul.

This was the first match of the finals, especially the famous Room 302, which attracted quite a few people to stop and watch.

Khafir sat in the audience stands not far away and lightly frowned, "Why is there only six people in room 302? What about Ron? "

Frances, who was standing at the side, smiled and said, "This guy must have been scared to the point of hiding, right?"

He didn't like Ron very much, so he said no.

"Idiot!" He had seen Ron's strength, so he did not believe that Ron would be so scared that he would hide.

A wretched, short man next to Khafir came forward, chuckled and said, "Regardless of Ron's motive, their dorm 302 will definitely lose today. Look, there are only six of them, three interns, one priest is not counted, only Aurora and that female warrior can fight …"

Khafir also nodded in agreement, "That's right. Without Ron's room 302, it would be hard for them to even get out of the group, let alone the 32nd place. They will definitely lose today, but the question is how long can they last …"

On the other side of the first competition area, Shaya and Cardina were filled with astonishment. They simultaneously thought of a question, where did Ron go?

"How strange!" Cardina thought for a moment and said, "The match has already begun, but Ron still hasn't appeared. Where did this guy go?"

After thinking for a while, Shaya said, "Maybe he is late." "Ai, I don't know either …"

Cardina's first thought was conspiracy theory.

Shaya shook her head, "It's useless, there's no use in any of the plots. Even if Ron arrives now, according to the ranking tournament's rules, he's already not allowed to enter the competition anymore, he can only stand below the arena to watch the battle, and he can't use long-distance attacks or magic. Once he discovers, he'll immediately be disqualified …"

"Sigh... dorm 302 is finished, of the six people, only Aurora can see them, not anyone else! " I was still cheering for them.

The coaches in the field looked strangely at dorm 302 and asked, "Is there only six of you?"

"Yes sir!" Aurora nodded calmly.

A trace of sympathy appeared in the instructor's eyes, "I remember that there were seven of you before this …" However, no matter what the reason is, that person is no longer able to participate, I hope you all understand … "

"Yes, I understand!" Aurora nodded heavily.

"Then... Let the match begin! "

In room 418, the Tajik Tanak brothers were standing in front. Tanak smiled and said, "Big brother, there are only six people in room 302. Even the Heavens are helping us win without the presence of the strongest Ron …"

Tajik said in a deep voice, "Don't underestimate our opponent. We are missing Ron and the equally powerful Aurora. We can't let our guard down …"

It was obvious that mages feared mages the most, and were extremely likely archers. They were not as strong as warriors in terms of defense, and mages would be massacred in front of the archers, but looking backwards, once the archers were close to the knights or warriors, it would be very dangerous to say.

"Yes sir!" Tanak's heart trembled. He had always listened to his elder brother the most, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

At that moment, a frail figure stumbled into the arena.

Ron shouted as he ran. Wait a moment … I... "I'm here..."

"Ron. Ron... " The people from dorm 302 rushed to the side with expressions of pleasant surprise on their faces.

Fatty immediately asked, "Where did you run off to?"

"No …" I'm sorry... Gentlemen, I. "I'm late …" said Ron, flushing.

"Hurry up and come up, the match is about to begin..."

"Ah — yes. "It's …" Ron stretched out his legs and was about to step into the field when he was stopped by a powerful hand.

It was one of the coaches who stopped Ron. He was a knight, and his tall figure stood in front of him, saying icily, "I'm sorry, but you can't go in."

"Sorry, sir, I'm late!"

"I know!" That instructor said expressionlessly, "But I'm very sorry, according to the ranking tournament's rules, you have already lost the qualification to enter the competition …"

"Ah —" Ron started.

"Therefore, you only have six people to fight …" The instructor glanced at Ron. "But you can watch from the sidelines …"

The people in dorm 302 saw this with regret in their eyes, while Ron lowered his head in frustration. Who told him to be late?

Manny forced a smile. "Right, Ron, don't worry!" In fact, they weren't sure at all.

There was only one match. If they lost, they wouldn't have the chance to participate anymore. Everyone's heart felt as if a heavy rock had pressed down on them, and their hearts felt extremely heavy.

"Please return to the field to compete!" The instructor began to urge them, and the team of dorm 302 had no choice but to return to the field.

Aurora saw Ron's worried expression, smiled, and made an OK gesture.

"You … "Come here, stand away!" said the tall knight master to Ron.

Ron had to do it.

The knight teacher looked at Ron and said seriously, "I have to remind you, don't try to release any attack methods on the field. Now that you have lost your qualification to compete, your actions will be treated as cheating, causing the entire dorm to lose their qualification to compete. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Ron took a deep breath and looked at his formidable opponent, his eyes filled with deep concern. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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