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"Roar ~ ~"

A loud voice rang out, causing everyone's body to tremble. Even though the voice came from afar, there was an irresistible force that made them unable to resist it.

A black shadow appeared in the sky. It was wearing golden scales, had four horns on its head, and had a pair of giant wings that almost covered half of its body. Its four thick and powerful claws were emitting a golden light, and its long tail was stretched out straight.

"Flying Dragon... "It's a wyvern..."

"It's the Principal's Gold Wyvern..."

Flying Dragon, a Saint-level magical beast. It was the mount of Montelo, the principal of the Raindragon Academy. Its appearance meant that the Headmaster had personally attacked and offended a Saint-level expert. Anyone who used their brain to think about it would know that this wasn't a good thing.

"Damn, he's really too strong!" "My heart almost stopped when that dragon flew over my head..."

"Me too!" Shaya said in a daze.

Ron took a deep breath and said, "Did the Principal of Xianglong Academy personally make a move?"

"No …" "Impossible..." Khafir said in shock, "If that's the case, then there's no need for us to return alive. Saint realm experts shouldn't lower themselves to such a level, right?"

Seeing the Xiang Long Academy being destroyed like this, Montelo was enraged. These students really don't know what's good for them. Don't they know that this is my territory?

"I have to teach you guys a lesson no matter what …" Murderous intent flashed in Montelo's eyes, and his robe fluttered in the wind.

"Frozen Thousand Li!"

He saw an extremely cold stream of energy coming from afar. It suddenly enveloped everyone. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped to zero degrees, and it was still falling.

A thin layer of ice formed on the originally even ground. The ice became thicker and thicker, freezing everyone's feet.

"I... "I can't move..." A Barofax student whimpered. He tried to pull his feet out of the ice, but they were rooted to the ground.

"Me too..."

"How terrifying..."

Wu wu wu … Master, I know I was wrong … "

Many people didn't give up and struggled with all their might, but the ice seemed to have a mind of its own, climbing higher and higher, quickly freezing his entire leg. Some people used the Fire Magic's "Flame Technique" to burn the ice, but these ice statues didn't seem to be afraid of fire.

Khafir, Shaya and the others were also in trouble. However, the two of them had a good feeling about it and didn't dare to move. They knew that the strength of a Saint realm expert was irresistible.

Ron also struggled a few times, but half of his body was frozen. He could not help but curse, "Damn it! What the hell is this thing? It's actually so powerful?"

"This is a domain!" "This is the Water Domain of that Saint realm expert. Stop struggling, it's useless. With your current strength, it's impossible for you to break free …"

"Then what should we do?" Ron was a little flustered.

Hou Meilin pondered for a moment, "That Saint realm expert should be a little angry from your actions, but I don't think he would act without a care for his status …"

"If he really makes a move, I'm confident that I can escape from his hands, but the rest of them will …"

He could control Ron's body to escape without a hitch, but the others might not.

Ron's heart sank.

At this moment, another voice came from the sky.

"Montelo, this is just a child's game. There's no need to be so serious, is there?"

"Dean Platz?" Ron jumped with joy at the sound, but then he remembered that half his body was frozen.

A voice came from the sky. Rönn looked around in a daze, but he couldn't see anyone. It wasn't just Dean Platz, even Montego hadn't shown himself yet.

"However, I've already found them. They are only sending a voice transmission to you from far away. You won't be able to find them …" Homerin said.

Hearing Platz's voice, Montego fell silent. After a long time, he said faintly, "Your students seem to have gone a bit overboard, no?"

Platz laughed out loud, "This is all a small matter. How about this, I will bear the loss for Xianglong Academy?"

Montelo's voice fell silent for a long moment, then rang out. "Very good!" As he spoke, he withdrew his strength, and the snow-white ice shattered with a bang. The temperature in the air returned to normal, and the heavy pressure in everyone's hearts disappeared.

Rönn let out a sigh of relief and stood up, looking at the similarly frightened people.

Montego's face was gloomy. In his confrontation with Platz this time, he had lost. The various academies had long since agreed that the matters of the students would be settled by the students, and the teachers were not allowed to interfere. This time, not only did he interfere, he even personally intervened.

As for Xiang Long Academy's loss, that was only to save some face for him. How could a Saint realm expert lack money?

Platz's laughter came from far away in the air. "Students of Baroque Academy, come back. This matter is over!"

After hearing the Headmaster's voice, the students of Baroque Academy truly calmed down. However, when they thought back to the scene just now, they felt a lingering fear. It was as if they had walked out of hell.

The students of the Baroque Academy dispersed one after another, leaving Dragon Soaring College. No one dared to act rashly. Montelo's actions just now had a very good effect.

The Xiang Long students also crawled up from the ground. The priests began casting healing spells, and a few teachers also joined in the rescue.

"You see, what I said was true! The matter is settled! " On the rooftop, the elderly instructor said with a smile.

The young instructor shrugged, "I really don't know what those two big shots are thinking!"

"Let's go!" "Whatever they think." The elder teacher said with a smile, "Let's go count the students …"

At this moment, the sky was already bright, and the conflict between the Xianglong Academy and the Baroque Academy had come to an end.

… ….

The students of the Barofaxus Academy slowly withdrew from the Xianglong Academy. Although they were the victors, they didn't look very happy. They had just been frightened by Montelo's Headmaster.

Ron, Khafir, Shaya, and Hera were walking in front. They too walked dejectedly back to Barovax Academy. From afar, they saw a man standing at the entrance. He had a white beard and was smiling. If that wasn't Dean Pratz, then who else could it be?

Ron and the others welcomed him with glee, surrounding Pratz in an instant. "Dean Pratz, Dean Pratz …"

"Well done, students..." Seeing them, Platz laughed, "You've given me face, haha..." "They actually went to Xiang Long Academy …"

Looking at the four of them, Platz slowly nodded, "I heard that this was provoked by them in advance. Hehe, if you meet them again, don't mention it. Just beat them up mercilessly for me …"

"Yes, Principal Pratz!" The feeling of having a Saint-level combatant protecting him was truly different.

At this moment, Vice-Headmaster d'Abbs ran over hurriedly, glanced at Ron and said, "Lord Headmaster, the finals of the Ranking Tournament is going to be held today. The coaches are all waiting …"

"Ranking Tournament finals?" "Oh, I almost forgot. Today is the day of the final match between dorm 302 and room 787. Look at my memory …"

Platz smiled at Ron, "Well done, to be able to compete in the finals with dorm 787, this also means that you guys have quite the strength …"

"Come on, Ron, I'm waiting to see your performance!" Before leaving, Platz said this sentence with a smile, then turned around and left.

After Platz had left, d'Abbs looked at the tired Ron and asked with concern, "How is it? Ron, are you all right? "

When he said this, Aurora cried out in alarm, "Oh, no..."

She ran over and squeezed his hand and said, "Vice Dean, this... Ron spent an entire night fighting fiercely, and consumed a lot of energy.

"Ah?" So — "d'Abbs looked at Ron and frowned.

"Vice Principal, in my opinion, should we apply for an extension of the competition, at least wait until Ron recovers!" Manny added, "Other than Ron, everyone in dorm 302 have been working hard all night. I've used up all my battle qi. In this state, we will lose for sure …"

"It's not impossible to apply for an extension of the competition. According to the rules of the Ranking Tournament, both parties must agree to the extension of the competition. Since it's your side who proposed it, it would require the consent of dorm 787 to do so …"

"Besides, dorm 787 had a fierce battle the whole night. They probably used up a lot of their strength too!" He looked at Shaya.

Shaya looked at Ron, then looked at d'Abbs, pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, since we have to take a break, let's put it off for tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, we will have the final match between dorm 787 and dorm 302."

"Ron, at that time, you definitely can't let us down. We look forward to fighting you with our full strength …"

Ron nodded. "Okay, I'll do my best when the time comes..."

"Well, since both sides have agreed, then about the postponement..."

As he was speaking, a voice interrupted him. "I don't agree."

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