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This man was around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with straight eyebrows and starry eyes, with a head of golden hair that carried a sense of nobility, and a pair of wild and unruly eyes that emitted a cold chill. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, like a smile, but also like that of a teenager.

The old gatekeeper glanced at him and waved him on.

"It's only been two months since he returned. The academy seems to have changed a lot!" As the man walked, he muttered to himself. At this moment, he slightly frowned, because he saw the building that was currently being refurbished.

"Repairing? What's wrong? It's as if the academy has experienced quite a bit of destruction … ' The man thought in silence and fell into deep thought. "Who would have the guts to wreak havoc in the academy?"

The man had left the academy for a long time, and the familiar academy gave him a strange feeling.

At the corner of the corner, there were a few groups of students gathered around a small pavilion. This pavilion was where the students would study early in the morning, but now it was being shamelessly taken over by a group of students. Those people were none other than Hefelter and some of his henchmen, and Hefelter originally had a class today, but he skipped class and came out.

"I'm so bored early in the morning. What good idea could I come up with to have fun …" Highfield stretched his back and said weakly.

Highfield was lying on the lap of a girl with bright red hair, who was gently massaging his shoulders with her small hands.

Yi Charlotte, Hefelter's classmate, was also one of the specially recruited students. She was now his girlfriend.

A freshman rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "That fellow in the freshmen Holy Knight Academy is extremely arrogant, even claiming to be boss. Boss Hailey, how about we teach him a lesson?" "I've disliked him for a long time …"

"No …" No …. "No …." "Ever since that incident with Ron, the academy has strictly forbidden the direct confrontation between students, at least not before the ranking war. If you want to solve the problem yourself, I won't go …"

"Oh!" The freshman's eyes were filled with disappointment. The fellow he spoke of was not easy to deal with. He wanted to say that he would have to use Highfield to deal with him, but his strength was far below his own.

At this moment, Highfield glanced at the direction they had come from and smiled, "Isn't it easy for you to find a Holy Knight? There just happens to be one over there …"

"Huh?" The new student turned his head and saw the man from before. Even though he was wearing casual clothes, he was dressed as a Holy Knight, which made people able to tell who he was with a single glance.

Highfield smiled and pointed, "Isn't that a Holy Knight? You called him over... "

"Ugh!" "Well, I don't know him..." The freshman shook his head.

"Cut the crap, just call me …" Highfield jumped to his feet and jabbed a hand at his head.

"Yes …" It was … "Boss Highfield …" The freshman hurriedly stood up with a smile and waved his hand, "You... that... Holy Knight, come over here..."

"Me?" The scarred man frowned. Before, it was too late for those students to avoid him. Yet, this group of people dared to take the initiative to provoke him. What was going on?

Interesting, they are this year's batch of freshmen, right? The scarred man smiled and calmly walked over, asking, "What is it?"

Highfield grinned. "Nothing, I just called you over …"

"Oh?" The scarred man frowned and chuckled. He wanted to see what these ruffians were up to.

Highfield sized him up from head to toe. "From the looks of it, you seem to have quite the skill. At least, you have the strength of an intermediate profession, right?"

He himself was at the peak of the intermediate stage, and he could break through at any time. Moreover, his brother had a lot of high-ranked warriors under him, so even if the other party was a high-ranked Professional, he would not put Hailey in his eyes.

"It looks like you just came back from somewhere? "Hey, by the way, where are you from?" Highfield asked with a smile.

"I just returned from Holy Empire, so it's a bit late for registration …" The scarred man answered honestly.

"Holy Empire?" That's right, I'm also a member of Holy Empire. It looks like you're still a senior. Alright, you'll have to follow me from now on … "Haha …" Highfield thought he was smiling magnanimously.

"Hahaha!" The group of freshmen looked at the scarred man as if they were watching a monkey show, their faces carrying traces of mockery.

Ever since that day, Haivers was very ambitious. He formed the Black Tiger Gang and amassed all the forces in the academy, large and small, and as his power grew, other than Ron Indabus's warning that they could not move, and the big shots of the Chia'a gang could not move, Khafir was not afraid of anyone else.

"You just arrived from Holy Empire, so you should have brought quite a few good items, right? How about this, you give me the items in your spatial space. In the future, if you have any problems in the academy, this young master will take them all on with you …" As he spoke, he reached for the spatial pouch on the scar man's waist.

Anger flashed across the scarred man's eyes.

"Aiyo …" Before Highfield could reach out his hand, the other side grabbed his hand as fast as lightning, followed by a burst of force, as if the bone in his hand was about to break.

"You!" The other party's power, which was transmitted from his warm hand, frightened him. He gritted his teeth, and with a "Bang!", a powerful flaming Dou Qi burst out from his body.

"How dare you..."

"Stop..."

"He actually dared to touch boss?"

The group of freshmen could no longer hold it in. They all shouted to stop, and some even pulled out their weapons on the spot.

"You … "Let go …" He struggled with all his might, but was unable to escape the other party's grasp. At this moment, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. His opponent's strength could only be described as unfathomable. The man in front of him was too terrifying.

"You … What do you want! Let him go! " "You're courting death!" Highfield's girlfriend, ICharlotte, said angrily. Based on the other party's strength, she wisely chose not to intervene.

The scarred man didn't show any trace of battle spirit on his body. With just his own strength, he was able to suppress the Hailey who had burst out his battle spirit. Facing the weapons handed out by the underlings of Hailey, he didn't even blink as he mumbled to himself, "Alas, I didn't expect that after leaving for so long, no one would recognize me when I come back. It's really a mockery..."

"You … "Who are you?" He finally understood that the other party was definitely not an ordinary character.

The scarred man smiled but did not reply to Highfield's question. Instead, he asked, "You should be the younger brother of Khafir, right? Or perhaps … Is it someone related to him? "

Highfield was completely shocked, he stuttered and said, "You... How do you know? "

"I guessed it!" The scarred man smiled, reached out a hand, and let him go.

"Tap, tap, tap …" Highfield jerked back a few steps, rubbing his aching wrist with lingering fear.

The scarred man smiled. "Tell Khafir that I'll come find him and have him wash his neck and wait …" As he spoke, he ignored the crowd and floated away. The students were afraid of the scarred man's strength, so they didn't dare to breathe too much, let alone charge forward to challenge him.

The moment Highfield escaped, the little fellow's face was exposed. He angrily shouted, "Bastard, I won't let this matter go just like that, Holy Knight … …" If you have the guts to leave behind your name … "

The scarred man abruptly stood up, then returned to look at the frightened freshmen, smiling faintly as he said, "My name is Mo Klin …" After saying that, he left without turning back.

Murphy's mouth was wide open, enough to swallow a duck egg. Merlin, it turned out to be Merklin, the number one holy knight of the academy, Merklin. He had never met him, but his name was like a clap of thunder, he had heard this name from his elder brother many times.

"Heh …" It was actually Mo Klin. "He is Moklin..." The stomachs of those few freshmen were trembling. The dormitory that was ranked first in the Academy Ranking Tournament, and the Holy Knight that was the strongest in the Academy, the two of them had created this legendary figure. Recalling how they had actually wanted to make a move on this person, those freshmen felt a lingering fear.

With great difficulty, he managed to calm his pounding heart, and with an extremely bitter taste in his mouth, he said, "Quickly, let's go back and tell big brother that the number one holy knight of Baroque Academy, Merklin, has returned …"

… ….

As soon as d'Abbs returned to his office, he made a nice cup of coffee from a place called Blue Mountain, which was much more expensive than normal because of its rarity.

After taking a sip from his glass, he put it down and began his work for the day. As the vice principal, he didn't have much work to do every day, but he had to deal with a lot of important matters.

"Dong Dong Dong …" At this moment, a knock on the door could be heard.

"So early?" "Come in!"

"Why are you here so early!" Sit down? "What's the matter..." Dabbs put down his quill and looked up casually. He thought it was some mentor who was looking for him.

This was because he saw a familiar figure. This figure was once the pride of the academy, and as the number one dorm in the Ranking Tournament, the strongest Holy Knight, Dabus, was naturally not unfamiliar with it.

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