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A man with curly brown hair walked over with an evil grin on his face, "Frances, there's no need to go through all this fighting to deal with a Necromancer, I can take care of him by myself …"

Frances smiled. "Good! "I'll leave it to you then..."

The man with curly brown hair turned his head and smiled, his fingers pinching loudly. "You're called Ron, right? I'm Lucik, remember this …"

As he spoke, he threw out a punch at an extremely fast speed.

Rönn's heart skipped a beat, his head flashed, and he took a few steps back.

Lucik laughed disapprovingly, "Good reaction, hehe, you can use weapons …"

In the fights between schools, there were usually no weapons. Most swordsmen used fist fighting techniques, and mages also didn't use magic staffs.

"Lucik, this kid is not simple. You have to be careful."

At some point, Hefelter had arrived. He walked up to Frances and said indignantly, "Hmph, if I wasn't careless last time, how would I have fallen for his trap …"

By this time, Highfield's men had surrounded Ron, leaving no room for him, and Ron saw this, too, and his heart sank.

"This battle is extremely difficult …" Ron thought.

Highfield looked at Ron, who was trapped inside, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "This kid has already been surrounded by us. Unless he knows how to fly, he'll definitely not be able to escape our encirclement …"

Frances chuckled, "Hailey, you are worrying too much. Don't forget, we have a lot of mages on our team. Plus, I, hehe, I'm not bragging. Even if he could fly into the sky, I would still have a way to defeat him …"

"However!" Frances changed her tone and spoke to him with a look of reproach, "Highfield, aren't you making a big deal out of this? Do you need to use so many people to deal with a Necromancer? "With this kind of lineup, it should be enough to deal with Merlin. If he's just one person …"

"You don't understand!" "Actually, to teach him a lesson, I alone am enough!"

"Then what?"

"Last time, I was careless. I fell for his trap, and in the eyes of others, I failed. That has a huge impact on my reputation …." At this point, a trace of venom flashed in Haifert's eyes. "Many people doubt my strength, thinking that I can't even defeat a good-for-nothing Necromancer!"

Fresno looked at him calmly. "Then you should fight him one on one, prove your strength, and wash away your shame."

"I will, but not now …"

Frances looked at him, puzzled.

Highfield took a deep breath and said, "Even if I defeat him, I may not be able to wash away my shame. Who the hell is he? It's just a piece of trash, Frances. You think I'm proud to have defeated a piece of trash? "

"What do you want?"

"It's very simple!" "I will let him know the consequences of offending me until he cannot stand it and scram out of this academy!"

He laughed sinisterly and said fiercely, "This operation is only the beginning. In the future, there will be more and more incidents like this. Not only him, even everyone in his dorm will be thrown away by me …"

Frances nodded. "I see! "I will do as you say …"

On the other side, the onlookers' emotions were ignited as they shouted in succession.

"Come on … …" Lucik! "Knock him down..."

Lucik assumed a boxing posture, his body emitting an earthy yellow glow. He was an advanced swordsman with earth-type battle-qi.

As Ron was surrounded from the front and back, he couldn't help but feel nervous. His heart was beating fast and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for him to not be afraid.

"Damn it, calm down, I need to calm down …" Ron warned himself, forcing himself to calm down, as Komelin had taught him.

Not far behind the group of students, there was a beautiful figure standing in the grass. She was the Undead division's mentor, Vivian. Her face was filled with concern and a trace of helplessness.

"What should we do? "What should we do?" But there was nothing she could do about it. Ron was her student, her only student, and logically speaking, she should have stood up and shouted at them to stop.

But Vivian didn't dare, because she didn't have the strength. If it was any other teacher, they would just stand there and scold her a little, and the students would obediently retreat. But she couldn't do it, and without the strength, no student would listen to her, so she could only watch helplessly as Ron was bullied.

At this moment, Lucik suddenly closed in on him and struck out with his fist. Suddenly, his fist glowed with light, and Ron felt as if his fist was a ten kilogram stone flying over at an extremely high speed.

Actually, Ron was a very calm person and did not like to fight with others. Most of the time, he would only take action when he was forced into a corner.

"At this point, we don't have much choice left. Let's fight!" As soon as Ron made his decision, a trace of light flashed across his eyes. His soul force crazily flowed out and his body was surrounded by Yin Qi.

He moved quickly, dodging Lucik's fist and chanting a spell.

"Bone Thrust …"

Threads of black soul force flowed down the back of Ron's hand, rapidly condensing in his palm. Not long after, a bone spike of about twenty centimeters long appeared in Ron's hand.

A fierce light flashed in Ron's eyes, "Go to hell!" Immediately after, the bone spike in his hand was thrust forward.

With a "poof" sound, it pierced into Lucik's abdomen.

A sharp pain shot through Lucik's body, and his eyes flew wide, his face a mask of disbelief. He stared at Ron, and then a trickle of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the pained expression on Lucik's face, everyone was stupefied. That Necromancer's fist was actually this heavy? The small bone spike was so inconspicuous that everyone could only see Ron punch Lucik in the stomach.

As an advanced swordsman of the earth element, Lucik's physique was extremely strong. In addition to his extremely strong defensive earth element battle qi, he would not be able to be defeated in a single punch.

"Heh …" "Heh …" Lucik took a few steps back, revealing the sharp bone spikes. The pain on his face grew even more intense, and only then did blood slowly ooze out from his abdomen.

"What?"

"He hurt Lucik."

The students began to panic.

Frances was shocked, as was Highfield, who had not thought that Ron would be able to injure Lucik so badly with a small bone spike.

"Impossible!" How did he do it? " Vivian, watching from a distance, immediately came to a conclusion. She too froze, confused by the bloody bone in Ron's hand.

Summoning bones was a basic skill of Necromancers, not to mention a small bone thorn, even Vivian could summon a bone dragon. However, the bones that were summoned were similar to normal bones, extremely fragile, and could be broken with just a little force, just by looking at the bone spike in Ron's hand, it was as sharp as a dagger.

Frances's heart skipped a beat. She looked Ron up and down and saw that there was a hint of danger in him.

"Damn it, this guy's strength is not as simple as it seems!" He was not a simple man.

"Bastard!" At this moment, Highfield was in a rage. He had wanted to humiliate Ron time and time again, but he had failed every single time. He had already lost his patience, and now he had lost his head from anger.

"Kill this fellow..."

"Kill …"

The anger of the students, who were all seventeen or eighteen years old, was kindled. They were impulsive enough to ignore the consequences, and as they rushed toward Ron, it was too late for Frances to stop them.

At this moment, Ron's mind suddenly became clear. His eyes flashed a bright light, "Come, since it's like this, I'll let you guys see — the true strength of a Necromancer …"

In an instant, a black soul force burst forth from Ron's body, and his pitch-black eyes turned green. Streams of black mist began to swirl around his body.

"Skeleton Bravehearts!"

Ron made a grasping motion with his hand, causing the ground to turn into a black hard lump under the assault of the Undead Power. At this moment, white Skeleton Bravehearts crawled out from the ground one by one.

They were like warriors who had just returned from hell, letting out roars that shook their souls.

With a boom, the fearless Skeleton Bravehearts charged at the students. They wielded huge shields in their hands and blocked the attacks of the students. Waving their huge axes in their right hands, they hacked the students down empty-handed, causing them to continuously retreat. Many of them were injured by the huge axes.

"Whatever, let's use weapons." At this moment, Frances had no time to worry about anything else. He took out his magic staff from his space bag and shouted.

The students pulled out their weapons one by one and madly rushed towards the Skeleton Bravehearts.

Ron's gaze was cold. "How about another batch?"

He chanted an incantation, and not long after, another group of Skeleton Bravehearts crawled out from the ground, their green eyes fixed on their enemies — the students who were besieging Ron.

"This... What kind of power was this? "It's that terrifying?" He sat down on the ground. Ron's strength had completely overturned his knowledge. At this moment, he finally understood that Ron wasn't a Necromancer at all. No! It should be said that it wasn't the Necromancer he knew of.

"Bone Thrust" and "Bone Arrows" flew out like raindrops. Quite a few Mage Branch students were hit by these arrows, and fell to the ground. A few Warrior Branch students held up their shields to withstand the arrows.

"Roar ~ ~" A tall human swordsman closed in. His weapon was not a sword but a huge axe, much bigger than the gigantic axe held in the hands of the Skeleton Bravehearts.

"Bone Prison!"

With a jolt of his mind, Ron summoned the guy out of the prison and threw him into the cage, losing his ability to move.

"You-!" The human swordsman was shocked. His hand grasped the edge of the bone prison, and at this moment, something appeared in front of him. In his eyes, it became bigger and bigger.

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