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"Curse Technique – Weakening …"

At this moment, the people in dorm 418 only felt their bodies lighten as their magical battle qi weakened drastically. Their bodies were so light that they couldn't even muster a bit of strength.

The Tajik brothers were even more depressed. The large fireball turned into a small fireball, and the icicles turned into ice bullets. The power of their magic had been greatly reduced.

Curse techniques came in all directions, and not only ranged professions, but also melee professions were affected. Those Knights and Swordsmen were surprised to discover that the power of their sword qi had been reduced by at least thirty percent, its strength had been reduced by fifty percent, and it was still weakening.

Feeling that something was wrong, they all started to clamor.

"What happened? How did my strength weaken?"

"Damn it, my body … What happened to my body? "

Room 302 was also sensitive to the fact that the strength of those in Room 418 had greatly decreased. If not for their shocked expressions, they would have thought that the other party had gone easy on them.

Aurora and Manny exchanged a glance, both reading the disbelief in the other's eyes.

"Aurora, did you notice?" Manny said, "Their strength seems to be …" "It suddenly decreased a lot …"

Aurora nodded. "Yes!"

Manny lightly bit her lips, "I have a feeling that someone is secretly helping us …"

"Is that so?" Aurora looked around, and when her gaze fell on Ron, who was standing outside the dueling ring, he gave her an enigmatic smile.

Aurora's heart tightened, but soon she seemed to understand something. She lowered her voice in surprise and said to Manny, "Manny, look. Is Ron secretly helping us …"

Looking at the confident Ron over there, Manny felt reassured, and said beaming with joy, "That should be it. I just don't know what method he's going to use to reduce their strength. If that's the case, we should win for sure …"

At this moment, dorm 302 responded to Aurora's command to launch a counterattack. It was only six people, but they were able to beat the other eight into retreat, completely at a loss of what to do.

He had overturned a two-ton unicorn with his flesh and blood, and that filled him with a sense of accomplishment.

At this time, the audience also booed loudly. Based on the strength of 418, taking down Room 302 without Ron was as easy as flipping his palm. However, their performance made everyone feel disappointed and suspicious.

However, the Tajik brothers knew that they were in trouble. They didn't know why, but their attacks were getting weaker and weaker.

When Ron used the Curse of Deep Damage, the entirety of Room 418 collapsed. When the instructor announced the victory of Room 302, they could not believe it.

"No way!" "He won just like that..." Fatty shouted excitedly. Just now, he had killed an Intermediate Swordsman with his bare hands. It felt like he had become Superman.

"Indeed, they are so weak..." Karachi covered her mouth and laughed.

Only Aurora and Mannie remained awake. They knew that Ron must be up to no good, but they had no idea how he had done it.

"Impossible!"

Room-302 was won, and the first thing that came out of Shaya's mouth was this. She opened her cherry lips exaggeratedly with a look of disbelief on her face. How was this possible? A team of six against eight, three at the Apprentice level, could actually win? The world is crazy.

Cardina also looked at the arena below in a daze, her lips curling as she said, "They aren't playing in a fake competition are they? "How can dorm 418 be so weak?"

But the truth is the truth. Room 302 did indeed win. Without any basis, you can't say that he cheated, right?

However, after the match ended, dorm 302 and dorm 418 received their verification. The one who came to check was Vice Dean d'Abbs, who suspected that dorm 418 was intentionally throwing in water during the holiday competition.

The dorm 418 naturally wouldn't admit such things. There was no such thing, and even if they wanted to bite Room 302, there was no basis for it. The result of the competition wouldn't be changed, and they couldn't even raise their heads up in the academy.

As for Room 302, there was nothing to be suspicious about. At first, he had almost been forced to the brink of defeat, but then he had fought back and emerged victorious. This was an encouraging story from all angles, and there was nothing to criticize about it.

After a long investigation, d'Abbs came to the conclusion that there was no fake competition at all. As for why everyone in dorm 418 had suddenly lost so much strength, it could only be attributed to their abnormal performance.

d'Abbs had to report the results to Platz.

"What?" No doubt about it? That's impossible, right? " Platz had clearly seen an intern level student beat up an intermediate swordsman. This was completely impossible under normal circumstances.

As a Saint-level combatant, Pratz naturally wasn't an idiot. His insight was quite vicious, and he didn't believe in the slightest in the slightest what d'Abbs had said.

However, he still insisted on this point, "There's no doubt about it, at least I didn't find out about it. And as far as I know, dorm 418 and the people from dorm 302 have never been in contact. There's not enough evidence to support the fake competition..." said d'Abbs cautiously.

He had been upright his entire life, and there was not a single grain of sand in his eyes. The suspicion that the match was a sham had infuriated him, but he could not wrongly accuse anyone before he had evidence. He had to take responsibility for every word that a Saint realm expert said.

"Since there are no doubts, let's just forget about it!" "Yes," Platz said with a wave of his hand, and he backed away with a grunt of acknowledgment.

At this time, His Majesty Nikolai, who had been observing the situation, smiled and said, "Why don't you find the answer from that Ron? "Maybe it has something to do with him …"

Those who were able to become the emperors of a country were naturally intelligent people, and he didn't believe in the words of a Dabbs either.

Today, the stands were much calmer. Montego and Hill had not come, and His Majesty Nicholas had not brought the empress and princess Angel with him.

"Ron?" Platz frowned. "Didn't he never go on stage?"

Nicolay laughed, "Principal Platz, just because he did not take the stage does not mean that he cannot do anything..."

"Call the instructor who is standing next to Ron."

The profession of Knight was divided into apprentice knights, knights, jockeys, grand knights, and jockeys. According to the usual rules of Noah Continent, only strong people at the teacher level or above had the qualification to teach. This jockey was originally a student of Baroque Academy, but upon graduation, he stayed in the academy to be a teacher.

The young rider was a little reserved in front of Principal Pratz, and he immediately bowed to him. "Sir Dean …"

Platz wasn't in a good mood, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Forget about the illusory etiquette. I see that you have been standing by Ron's side the entire time, and haven't noticed any unusual movements from him? Or perhaps they could use some other method to interfere with the competition? "

"I don't think so..." The jockey thought about it and said hesitantly, "Alright... "I think so …"

"Do you or do you not?" Platz said with a frown.

"I was standing next to Ron, keeping an eye on him. To be honest, I didn't see any of his attacks, but..."

"But what..." asked d'Abbs.

"Strange?" Nicholas was also interested. "What strange actions do you have?" "Speaking of details..."

"Hurry up and tell me..." Platz's face began to tighten.

"Yes …" "It's like this..." The rider tried his best to recall the scene, "He was muttering to himself, but no one knew what he was talking about. It was as if he was cursing his opponent …"

Everyone was stunned: "Cursing your opponent?"

The rider nodded. "That's right, I asked him about this too. He admitted it himself, that he was cursing them and causing them to fail …"

Platz didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. He just kept saying, "Didn't he make a move?" "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The rider thought for a moment and said seriously, "Indeed …" "He didn't make a move..."

"Then it's not really cheating..." In his eyes, as long as he didn't make a move, it was normal for him to do so. As for the curses, it was only human nature to not allow others to curse at the opponent.

Platz's expression eased up a little, "In that case, it really can't be considered as cheating. Otherwise, hmph, so what if Ron is the descendant of an ancient necromancer, I will still deal with him seriously …"

When Nicolay had been pursuing his studies in Barovax, he had experienced it more than once. Even though he was now the Emperor of the Roland Empire, Platz had not given him much face.

His Majesty Nicolay had a lot of wonderful ideas, "The mysterious ancient necromancy magic has already disappeared for a hundred thousand years. Dean Platz, do you think that Ron will use some secret method to help their dorm achieve victory?" "For example, that curse …"

Needless to say, Nicolay was not an ordinary king, and his conjecture was close to the truth.

It's not like Platz didn't think about this possibility. He bitterly smiled, "So what? Furthermore, I think that no matter how mysterious and powerful the ancient necromancy is, it might not be enough to achieve victory with just a few curses. Otherwise, how could the ancient necromancy disappear into the river of history? "

Nicolay thought for a moment and had to say that Platz's words made sense. Cursing the opponent to win was simply a waste of time. Since things had already come to this point, there was nothing he could say.

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