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In their hearts, they believed that Ron would never lose.

"Alright!" Ron finally made up his mind.

Khafir turned to look at the master referee.

The instructor muttered to himself for a moment, "Since both of you have agreed, I have nothing else to say. Alright, let's invite those who are unrelated to leave …"

A trace of a smile finally appeared on Khafir's face.

"Eh? Why did the others leave? Only Haverhill and Ron? " The audience began to stir.

"Could it be that they are preparing to engage in a one-on-one duel? "Ah — looks like it is …" an audience said in surprise.

"It can't be, Khafir, you're actually so silly. The other party only has seven people. This way, we won't have the advantage anymore …" Another audience member said. Similarly paying attention to this match was dorm 787, the strongest of the entire academy. They too sat high up in the stands, quietly watching the movements in the arena below.

"This Khafir is such a fool. He won the tournament in a one-on-one fight, but he has added so many variables to his game. Don't you think so, Shaya?"

Shaya's face was tense and she ignored him.

Yi Fa had always liked Shaya, but it was a pity that Shaya didn't like him. He took the initiative to talk to Shaya, but her attitude made him feel awkward.

Cardina stared at him with wide eyes. "Ifas, I feel that Khafir is a man. He doesn't take advantage of the situation. How nice is it to fight one on one …"

Cardina did not like Ivat either.

After having been robbed by Cardina, Ifas' face flushed and paled. Cardina's status was honorable, and Ifas was just an ordinary noble, so he did not dare to do anything to her.

Merklin did not say a word, quietly watching the two people in the arena. When his gaze swept over Ron, a sharp light flashed across his eyes, and a sneer appeared on his face. "Ron, just you wait, when I bring your head back to Mount Hyjal, that will be the day of my promotion.

There was more than one Holy Son of the Holy Church, and their statuses were high as well. By the time Merklin had joined the Holy Church, he had already made his debut and was recognized by the Holy Emperor. A mission to kill the heretic ancient necromancer, Ron, had fallen onto his shoulders.

However, in his heart, Mo Klin did not approve of this seemingly fair method. To him, as long as he could win, he could use any means he wanted.

… ….

"Interesting..." Looking at the two people in the arena, Platz laughed, "Haifis is also a talented person, I didn't expect him to play this game, I don't know if I should call him smart or not. Or stupid? "

Nicolay's eyes lit up as he looked at Khafir and said with a smile, "This man seems to be a good one, Dean Platz, how about you give him to me?"

Platz smiled, "Haifis is a noble from Holy Empire. If he agrees, there's no problem!"

After listening to Platz's words, Nicolay heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Khafir agreed to serve the imperial family, this trip would not have been in vain. As for Holy Empire's family, they had no relation to them.

In addition to Ron, Aurora and the others slowly descended from the arena, as did Room 678.

Before leaving, Aurora said, "Come on!" and showed her concern.

He rode on top of the fanged tiger, and in an instant his power was overwhelming. In one hand he held a spiked mace, dark gold swirling around it, and the spikes on it sent shivers down one's spine.

At this time, Khafir's maniacal manner was revealed. "Let's fight! Ron, I hope that you won't disappoint me in this battle … "

Ron took a deep breath.

"Boom —"

A black soul force howled from hell, bringing with it the prelude to the battle between the two.

"Skeleton Bravehearts!"

Powerful Skeleton Bravehearts crawled out from the ground, carrying with them traces of a terrifying aura.

Khafir coldly snorted, "It's these things again, long-toothed tiger. Break for me!"

The long-toothed tiger roared and pounced on Ron, as the Skeleton Bravehearts pounced like a wall, firmly blocking Ron's path.

Ron sneered and tapped the bone cane in his hand, "Bone Prison!"

Many eerie white bones rose up from the ground like a cage, trapping Khafir and the Fanged Tiger. At the same time, the Skeleton Bravehearts also launched their attacks.

"The ancient Necromancy Magic is indeed powerful, and this guy's strength has increased by quite a bit." Khafir frowned. His heart trembled as he commanded the long-toothed tiger to break out of the 'bone prison'.

Ron had also expected this, so he commanded the Skeleton Bravehearts to charge.

The expression on Khafir's face changed slightly. Ron's attacks came wave after wave, not giving him any time to catch his breath. In the blink of an eye, a large number of skeletons had already arrived in front of him.

"So many skeletons!" Amongst the students, many of them exclaimed in admiration, "Isn't it said that Necromancers are the most trashy class? "Looks like it's pretty impressive …"

"Heh heh, haven't you heard? Ron is no ordinary necromancer, he's an ancient necromancer … " Another student laughed and said, "This is completely different from the Necromancy that we know of!"

"I want to learn Necromancy too!"

At this moment, the battlefield underwent an abnormal change.

"Heroic Strike!"

Khafir shouted angrily as he swung the Dark Gold-rank Wolf Fanged Rod in his hand. "Bang!" The head of a Skeleton Braveheart was smashed open, turning into a cloud of black smoke and disappearing into the air.

With the combination of Haifis and the long-toothed tiger, the heavy mace, claws and fangs of the long-toothed tiger, the Skeleton Bravehearts could not be matched at all. They all turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.

By this time, Hyfis was closing in on Ron with the speed of a long-toothed tiger. He knew that his only chance of fighting a long-range class like Ron was to close in quickly.

"Tempering Bone Dagger!"

Even though the "Poison Bone Dagger" could not break through the opponent's defense, the fearsome poison it emitted could bring the opponent a lot of trouble.

He gently rubbed the bone cane with one hand, and a dagger made of bone appeared in his palm.

The dagger's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived.

"This is bad!" Haifir was shocked. He suddenly leaned back and barely dodged the attack. However, the 'Poison Bone Dagger' '' s sharp edge still lightly sliced across his arm, and a trace of blood appeared on his thick and powerful arm.

"That was close!" He was very satisfied with his response to being able to avoid the attack at such a close distance. As for the wound on his arm, he had automatically ignored it.

"Ron, as long as I get close, you're dead!" Khafir's eyes were full of killing intent, and with one hand clamped on the tiger's belly, he suddenly charged towards Ron. The tiger's speed was extremely fast, and with a fierce pounce, it arrived in front of Ron.

"Bone Lance!" With a thought, Ron summoned a long bone lance and calmly responded.

It had to be said that Ron's melee skills were commendable, but he was no match for a class like Khafir's that specialized in melee.

Although Ron was at a disadvantage, he still clenched his teeth and endured. He was waiting, waiting for the moment the 'Tempering Bone Dagger' poison activated.

"Ron, I admit that you're very strong, but unfortunately, I've gotten close to you, so you won't have a chance …"

Just as he was speaking, he felt a peculiar sensation from the wound on his arm. He gently wiped it, only to discover that his entire arm had turned purple. At the same time, he could feel a numbing sensation.

Khafir's face turned pale with fright, and he suddenly woke up from his stupor. "Not good! The dagger just now was poisonous!" At this moment, Ron laughed out loud, "Khafir, does your arm feel numb? Heh heh, congratulations, you've been poisoned …"

He wildly urged his Dou Qi within his body to force out the poison in his body. This move was quite effective. Not long later, more than half of the poison was forced out and his arm had returned to its normal color.

Seeing Khafir's actions, Ron laughed, "It's very poisonous, not bad, but even if you force the poison out completely, it will still consume most of your battle qi …"

As he spoke, Ron summoned another large group of Skeleton Bravehearts and launched an attack on Khafir.

He wanted to force the poison, but he also had to deal with the skeletons that swarmed towards him. For a moment, he was surrounded by danger, but luckily, his most loyal partner, the long-toothed tiger, had a strong fighting strength, which was why he was barely able to stabilize the situation.

"Aiya, just a little more..." Karachi stamped her feet in anxiety, her long braids flicking softly and lovingly.

Aurora laughed and said, "How can we be a little bit weaker? Khafir isn't that easy to deal with. Besides, Ron has yet to show his true strength …"

Finally, he forced out all of the poison and immediately started his counterattack. Wherever he went, the skeletons were shattered. Even the powerful defense of the Skeleton Bravehearts were no match for him.

However, what made Khafir depressed was that these Skeleton Warriors were not afraid of death, and continued to charge forward.

As the Skeleton Bravehearts were destroyed by Khafir one by one, Ron's face remained unchanged. He quietly tapped his bone cane, incomprehensible syllables coming from his mouth as a long string of incantations flew out from his mouth.

When Ron finished the last note, he snapped open his eyes.

"Skeleton Mage!"

A dozen Skeleton Mages appeared out of thin air and stood in front of Ron. They wore tattered black magic robes and held short bone staffs in their hands, quietly awaiting Ron's orders.

Seeing this formation, Khafir's eyebrows creased. These skeleton mages were different from the other skeleton warriors. They were quite troublesome to deal with, and the overwhelming magic power wasn't something to be trifled with.

Right now, the best method was to break through the fence formed by the Skeleton Bravehearts and destroy those terrifying Skeleton Mages. Only by doing so could they have a slim chance of survival.

Decisive as it was, Haifir suddenly roared and the long-toothed tiger charged into the group of skeletons like a tank, as though there was no one around. Even the Skeleton Bravehearts of powerful mentors were sent flying.

By this time, Ron's Skeleton Mage had finished its magical preparations.

"Kill …"

With a shout from Ron, an earth-shattering magic attack was launched.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

Countless spells were launched at Khafir, causing a cloud of smoke and dust to rise around him.

"What a powerful magic attack!"

"He's definitely going to die..."

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