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Below the stands, Aurora's face glowed a little, proud of Ron's strength.

Without realizing it, a knowing smile appeared on Shaya's face. "Ron, victory is guaranteed!"

"Big sister Shaya, you seem to be very happy …"

Shaya blushed. "Where is it?"

Cardina giggled and lowered her voice. "No, it's as red as an apple."

Shaya touched her cheeks that were burning hot and said, "Didn't the people from Room 302 treat us to a meal that day? We should consider it our friends now. It's normal to cheer him on …"

Kadina and Shaya whispered, letting out charming laughter from time to time. Ivarte wanted to hear what they had to say, but he did not dare to approach them. He could only watch from the side with a smile on his face.

He could not help but sigh in his heart. With Cardina around, it would not be easy to get close to Shaya.

In the arena, the battle between Khafir and Ron had already reached its climax. Smoke and dust billowed through the entire arena, and a slight tremor appeared on the ground. The battle was exceptionally intense.

In the stands, the people from dorm 678 were extremely nervous. They knew that their captain, Khafir, was at a disadvantage even in a one-on-one duel with Ron.

"Oh my god, this guy's undead magic is too powerful!" "They are not to be trifled with..." Frances swallowed hard, and seeing Ron's terrible strength now, he regretted his earlier trouble with Ron.

If Khafir were to be defeated by him, there would be no one in the Institute who could protect him, and if Ron decided to settle the score, there would be no way for him to stay in the Institute.

"Did Old Hairings win?" His voice was a little husky. He was asking Missoya, the wife of Khafir.

Misoya's expression was always calm. She gently pulled her hair out from under the wind and smiled faintly. "Is there any use in talking about this now?"

Frances was silent. He knew it was useless, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was definitely the person who wanted nothing more than to see Hafels fail.

The decision continued, and suddenly Ron's eyes widened as he saw a figure suddenly appear amidst the billowing smoke.

The figure was so fast that in an instant, it was right in front of Ron.

It was Khafir. At this moment, his entire body was covered in wounds, as if it had been burned by flames. A burnt smell was emitted from him.

It was not easy for him to break out of the Skeleton Mage's attack range. He raised the mace in his hand, and with a strong fire qi, he viciously smashed it towards Ron.

At this point in time, Khafir had already arrived in front of Ron. He had no choice but to control the Skeleton Mage to stop the attack. Otherwise, if a round of magic was cast, he would also be injured.

"Bone Shield!"

With this strike, even if Ron didn't die, he would still be injured. He did not dare to hesitate as a streak of black condensed in his palm, turning into a pile of bones. The bones continued to expand, turning into a shield.

"Boom —"

The Wolf Fanged Mace carrying the powerful Flaming Battle Qi smashed onto the "Bone Shield". Flames immediately shot out in all directions, and a scorching Qi spread out in all directions, causing a ring of fire to engulf the entire arena.

Holding his breath, he decided to give Ron a heavy blow.

A powerful force pressed down like a mountain, causing Ron to feel suffocated, and the flames around him roasted his body, causing his clothes to heat up. By now, Ron's legs had sunk deep into the ground.

With a crack, the "bone shield" broke into countless pieces, and with a "poof", Ron spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his thin body, like a kite with its string cut, flew far away.

"Ron!" Aurora cried out in alarm. Her heart clenched as she almost charged towards the arena.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure in the arena. At this moment, the dust gradually dispersed, revealing the tall and sturdy figure of Khafir.

The armour on Khafir's body had been broken, revealing his upper body. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in wounds, green and purple in color. This was the mark of frost, and purple was from being burned by flames. He looked extremely miserable.

His long-toothed tiger had already disappeared. It seemed that he had automatically returned to the Summoning Space due to his excessive injuries.

"Caw …" Caw … "Ugh …"

Khafir panted heavily. In this battle, his battle spirit was almost depleted. In addition to his severe injuries, he was feeling even more physically and mentally exhausted.

"Why?" Khafir's heart trembled, "This... This fellow's strength … "He did not lose at all?"

"Ugh!"

Ron struggled to get up, the soul ring in his hand constantly replenishing his lost soul power, which gave Khafir the illusion that his strength had not decreased.

As his hand moved, Ron felt a sharp pain in his right hand that made him break out in a cold sweat. The skull in his right hand had been shattered, and every movement sent a piercing pain.

"Ron..." Aurora exclaimed, her body trembling as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"It's all right, Ron's all right." Then she looked at Rancy.

"I can't save him. Ron lost the moment I intervened."

In a one-on-one fight, no one else was allowed to interfere. Once they violated the rules of the tournament, they would be punished. It was the same for Khafir.

However, Ron was different from Khafir. He was a Warrior and his body could deal heavy damage. However, as a Necromancer, he could only take one hit and he would lose his ability to fight.

"It's over!" Shaya's heart tightened and she sighed, "He is going to lose. With his strength, he is not a match for Khafir …"

Cardina nodded, her eyes full of regret.

In the high stands, His Majesty Nicolay lightly knocked on the chair. "What a pity, what a pity, I almost won..."

Platz also nodded, "The two of them are very powerful, and their strengths are about the same. Next up, let's see which of them can make it …"

In the arena, Khafir's face was filled with coldness, "Ron, you don't have the chance anymore, just give up as soon as possible …"

"Don't even think about it!" Ron struggled to his feet, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Then you can only die …" Ron, you asked for this... " His body moved, pushing his battle spirit to its limits.

A large amount of flames surged out from his body. The entire arena was filled with the powerful fire energy. With his body as the center, it continued to spread.

Frances stood at the edge of the field, his magic robe already blown up by the wind, and he exclaimed, "Boss... Boss, he … I have to go all out... "

"Khafir, I will not admit defeat so easily …" Ron was the closest to Khafir, his face burning with pain from the frantic fire, and his mind was clear now, even his shattered arm no longer felt the pain.

He slowly raised his only remaining arm, and formed claws with his five fingers. Traces of soul force constantly twined around his palm, and within those trails of soul force, many sinister and horrifying human faces could be vaguely seen.

This was Soul Power, a Soul Force that only Necromancers could possess.

Ron kept compressing the soul forces. After compressing it again, a black ball appeared in his hand, slowly floating above his palm and gently wiggling.

Death Bind. This was Death Bind, an undead spell with both physical and mental attacks. Ron only used his remaining hand to condense a Flower of Death.

Ron's soul power was almost limitless, but his physical strength was not limitless. He would feel pain and fatigue, and with his severely injured body, he would only be able to withstand one blow.

That was the final strike!

At this moment, Khafir had already finished accumulating his energy. With a cold smile, his body shot up like a cannonball, flying over with a mad killing intent and blazing flames.

Before he arrived, Ron felt a wave of heat wash over him, suffocating him for a moment.

"Go to hell! "A fatal blow..." Haifir's Stalinist Roar.

Fatal Strike was an advanced battle skill for the Knight class. Different attributes had different effects, but there was one thing that was the same. Fatal Strike could deal double the damage, and was the most powerful combat skill for the Knight class.

Let's go all out!

Facing the frenzied Hailey, Ron gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. His only left hand suddenly pushed forward, and the black ball in his hand met with Hailey.

"Death Bind …."

"Boom …"

Fatal Strike vs Death Bind.

The two powerful forces clashed, and in an instant, both their bodies crashed into each other. Following that, a beam of fire shot into the sky, and the moment the two forces made contact, there was an explosion.

Soul force dispersed in all directions, and a shrill sound resounded through the sky, seeming to come from the depths of hell as a huge, malevolent skull rose within the entire arena.

Brick after stone rose from the ground of the arena, breaking into pieces of dust. They were gentle and rippled, continuously expanding as they closed in on the outside of the arena.

"This... How is that possible? "

The battle of their highest levels of strength shocked everyone present. This wave of power moved everyone.

Smoke rose high up and covered the entire arena, making it difficult for people to clearly see the scene inside.

Before long, the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing two figures that stood proudly inside.

Ron was panting like a cow with one hand over his injured arm, but his thin figure remained standing.

On the other side, the spiked mace in Khafir's hand drooped down, revealing a wry smile.

"Ron, you win!"

After saying that, Khafir's body fell towards the ground. As the figure that weighed more than two hundred jin fell, the competition ended. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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