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In the sky, powerful earth elemental essence constantly gathered, and even the earth elemental essence on the ground was sucked into the air. It was an apocalyptic scene for the entire Baroque Academy.

"Is this the power of a Saint realm expert?" "Wu wu wu, that's too terrifying …" A student's eyes were filled with fear.

"Mom, I don't want to die …" Some of the smaller students began to cry in fear.

On the ground, Shaya, Cardina, and the other students and teachers who were concerned about Ron stared nervously at the sky, praying for him. They knew that if they failed, there would only be one outcome for Ron.

"Go for it, Speck!" Ron clenched his fists so hard that he had to give Speck the best he could through the soul link.

Speck had also done his best, pushing his earth-attribute strength to its maximum.

At this moment, as Kris' domain expanded, Speck had also pushed his domain to the limit. At this moment, his domain began to tremble abnormally.

"Hmm?"

Chris was keenly aware of this unusual jitter.

"No, this is not a complete domain!" He found a loophole in the Speck Domain's power and smiled, "So that's how it is. I understand! His strength cannot sustain such a huge domain at all! "

"You actually dare to show off with such a domain?" "Go to hell!" After learning the truth about Speck, Chris felt reassured. He burst out laughing, and in a split-second, the black halo around him exploded, swallowing up the power of Speck's domain.

"This is bad!" Ron exclaimed, his heart in his throat.

The figure of Speck was ejected from Chris' domain and landed heavily on the ground with a loud thud.

At the point where he landed, a huge crater appeared, and as the rubble continued to fall, Ron sprinted over to see that Speck's body was covered in wounds, and all the bones in his body had been broken. Ron had issued a few commands, but Speck had not moved at all.

Now Ron knew it was going to be bad.

The domain power slowly dissipated, revealing Kris' cold face. He wore a yellow armor, holding a dark golden single-handed sword as he quietly stood in the air, his eyes revealing a cold smile.

"You're quite capable, a great swordsman actually casted a domain, but unfortunately, this incomplete domain is useless to me!" As Chris spoke, he slowly descended, moving closer and closer to Ron.

He had lost, Speck had lost, and Ron had lost his biggest advantage. At this moment, he was sweating profusely and his mind was blank. Am I going to die this time?

"Ron, do you have any last words?" Chris had a triumphant smile on his face.

Powerful, cold, and terrifying.

Faced with the powerful pressure of a Saint realm expert, Ron took a step back, his body involuntarily trembling.

"Ron, run!" D'Abbs shouted.

Ron didn't dare to hesitate. His body turned into a mass of black smoke as he turned around to escape.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Chris smirked and reached out to grab it. Ron felt as if his body was filled with lead, and he couldn't move a muscle.

"If you run away like that, what am I supposed to do?" "Stop struggling and obediently accept your death. No one here can save you!"

Ron's heart was filled with despair.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Kris frowned. His heart trembled as he quietly looked at a corner.

"Who?"

"Hahaha …"

A hearty laugh rang out, and an old figure came out from a dark corner. He looked at Chris with a satisfied expression and laughed, "Sir Chris, long time no see?"

Seeing the newcomer, Chris was alarmed. "It's you?"

Chris recognized this person. He was the King of Assassins, Hill. Unlike Speck, he was a Saint realm expert who had been famous for many years. Therefore, Chris could not help but treat him with caution.

Kris snorted coldly and said, "Sir Hill, you are the Headmaster of the Hans Academy. I remember that you don't have any business here?" What's wrong? "Are you going to stand up for Platz?"

At this moment, d'Abbs descended from the sky, walked up to Hill, and respectfully bowed. "Lord Hill!"

Hill had actually arrived a long time ago, and when he arrived he saw Ron and Chris staring at each other, and he was immediately intrigued. He decided not to show himself, and he kept a close watch on Ron's every move, so he didn't show himself.

As a Saint-level Thief, Hill specialized in stealth. As long as he wanted to hide, no one would be able to detect his arrival. The reason Kris knew his location was because Hill had intentionally set him up.

Seeing the grave expression on Chris' face, Hill's face broke into a smile. "That's right, that's not right. Sir Chris, don't tell me you don't intend to listen to the reason for this matter?"

Ron listened, secretly surprised. Why did he seem to know more about this than he did?

Looking at Chris who was listening attentively, Ron couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He sighed in his heart that there was really no need to compare himself to others. Chris didn't even give him a chance to explain the same thing, but when Hill said it, Chris could only listen.

Hill smiled. "That's how things are!"

"No matter what you say, Sir Chris, your son has already violated the rules set by Baroque Academy. It is natural for him to be expelled, even at my Hance Academy!"

Hearing Hill's words, Chris was obviously a little angry, but he still nodded stiffly and said, "That's right. In this matter, our child did not do well, but..."

Kris glared hard at Ron. "But this necromancer called Ron killed my Chief Steward Feller. This matter can't be let go of just like that!"

With that, the atmosphere grew tense, and Ron's heart began to thump, his palms sweating, as he looked nervously at Hill, waiting for his attitude.

If Lord Hill was not willing to stand up for him, then …

Ron couldn't bring himself to think about it.

Kris sneered, "Sir Hill, I've already given you enough face in that matter. I hope you won't make things difficult for me with such a small matter!"

Chris's meaning was clear. Using this to pressure Hill, his ultimate goal was to take Ron's life.

At this moment, d'Abbs spoke up anxiously, "Lord Hill, our three academies have long agreed to help each other out, you see …"

To protect Ron, d'Abbs reminded Hill that although he knew Hill might be unhappy, he couldn't afford to worry about that now.

Kris' heart skipped a beat. He was no stranger to small groups of Saint realm experts. In order to protect himself and gain greater benefits, a few Saint realm experts would often gather together to face more and more powerful challenges.

The Saint-level experts of the three great academies of Barovacs were such a small group. If he were to fall out with them, it wasn't just Hill who would be facing them.

A trace of anger appeared on Hill's face, but he still restrained himself.

Fire element magic saint Platte, Gold Wyvern Knight Montego, killing Sacred Hill. The small alliance of the three couldn't just ignore these things, because this was based on trust, the reason was very simple. If you didn't give your all to help others, when you were in trouble, others wouldn't give their all to help you.

Chris' brows furrowed. "Sir Hill, is this true?"

Hill smiled. "That's right, Sir Chris. I can only do this. Please forgive me!"

Hill was well aware of this. When Platz was not around, he could only take on this matter. He might even become enemies with Chris, and a fight might even break out between the two sides.

Hearing this, a hint of anger appeared on Kris' face. Suddenly, a strong killing intent filled the air, and the atmosphere abruptly dropped to the freezing point. His hand gripped the sword hilt, and an earthen yellow light faintly flowed from the sword.

"You want to make a move?"

Hill's heart suddenly tensed up. He bent slightly and put his hand on the spatial pouch on his waist. Before he came, he had already prepared for the worst.

At the same time, Hill didn't give up. He quietly looked at Chris and threw out a condition, "Sir Chris, I have news about your second wife's death!"

"What?" Ten years ago, Chris's second wife had been mysteriously killed. He had been heartbroken, but the killer had never been found. He didn't even know who the murderer was.

Chris had offered a high reward, and he had been tracking it down, but he still had no idea.

What does that mean?

"Is this true?" Chris's breathing quickened.

"I've got the relevant evidence!" Hill was already prepared. His space bag flashed, took out a simple and crude cloth bag, handed it over, and said, "Sir Chris, here is the evidence you want, as well as everything you want to know about …"

Chris bit his lip. He understood that Hill meant nothing more than trading this for Ron's life. On Noah's continent, no one would dare claim to be number one if Hill's intelligence skills came second. Chris had no doubt about the authenticity of what he was saying.

Chris looked up slowly. "You knew I'd come?"

Hill smiled, didn't say anything, and nodded.

As an outstanding intelligence officer, in addition to having a powerful ability to search for information, he also had to have an ability to analyze information. Hill was no exception, he knew Chris' personality very well.

Chris looked at the bag in silence and did not take it. He knew what it meant to take it.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Chris to make his final decision.

Finally, Chris slowly took the bag from Chris. "Mr. Hill, I'll give you face this time!"

A smile finally appeared on Hill's face.

He gave Ron a hard look. "Ron, that's all right, I hope you don't fall into my hands in the future, or I'll make you want to die!"

With that, Kris disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he was already ten miles away. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.