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Mo Klin was not willing to lose, he immediately tried to fight back, one by one with the power of the Holy Spirit, and the current Mo Klin seemed to have gone crazy.

"Holy Light!"

"Sacred Fire!"

"Divine Strike!"

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

The intense battle began again. Explosions filled the entire battlefield. White light and black mist intertwined with each other as the two sides fought back and forth. They had already exchanged more than ten moves with each other.

"Sister Shaya, do you think Merlin will win?"

Shaya shook her head, "I can't win, Ron's undead is too terrifying, it's impossible for Merklin to win!"

The battle erupted once more, and cheers rang out from the audience. They did not expect that Ron still had a trick up his sleeve. This Skeleton Knight was too strong, and he forced Mo Klin to retreat step by step.

"Hehe!" "How about I let you take a look at this?" Ron smiled, raised his bone cane high, and muttered something.

At this time, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, "Frost Nova!"

The frozen aura continued to gather around him, quickly freezing him. At this moment, he was extremely shocked, because he couldn't move.

"Damn it, my body!" My body can't move! "

In an instant, his body was covered in ice, and he froze.

"Ron" smiled, waved his hand, and spat out a word.

"Explode!"

"Boom!" A huge explosion resounded throughout the arena, and a bone-chilling cold air instantly pervaded the air. Accompanied by the explosion, it constantly spread outwards.

"Quick!" Quick, dodge it! " Shaya and the others from dorm 787 panicked. At that moment, they felt a chill invade her body that didn't have much combat power to protect it. Her movements also became slower.

At this moment, the entire arena had already been covered by ice, and everyone's speed had slowed down.

Mecklin made a gurgling sound, his teeth chattering, and it was at that moment that he realized how much stronger he was than Ron.

In the audience stands, as the frost nova exploded, their spirits rose to their highest levels, cheering and cheering for Ron.

At the same time, some people focus on talking about Ron and talking about necromancy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the ancient Necromancy Magic is actually this strong. Compared to the Necromancy Magic that we now know, it's practically the same as the heavens and the same as the earth!" A student in the audience gasped in admiration.

"Sigh!" How could I have chosen the Mage profession? If I knew earlier, I would have become a Necromancer! " Another female student spoke with envy. She was deeply impressed by the charm of necromancy.

A male student at the side raised his doubts, "Even if the ancient necromancy is so powerful, this Ron is only 16 years old, how can he have such powerful strength?"

"Howl!"

He shook his head, his vision blurring as he looked at Ron's body, and then he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He shifted and found that his injuries were worse than he had imagined.

A flash of fear appeared in his eyes. He could not fight anymore, otherwise, he would definitely die. He suddenly shouted, "I will not fight, I will not fight, I surrender! "I surrender …"

"Surrender?" Komelin could not help but be startled, but by this time he had escaped back to the 787, fearing that Ron would continue his attack.

"dorm 787 surrendered, dorm 302 won. I declare, dorm 302 is the final championship of the academy's ranking tournament!" dorm 787, second in command … "

The instructor did not miss the opportunity to announce the victor of the Ranking Tournament finals as well as the runner-up to the tournament.

dorm 302 and the others almost couldn't believe their ears. Champion, we finally won the championship. Standing at the pinnacle of the academy, is this a dream? If this is a dream, don't wake up so soon!

"Victory! We've finally won! Champion! We're the champions!" A wave of joy washed over him as he hugged, jumped, shouted, and celebrated his final victory.

In fact, there was a lot of controversy over the outcome of the match. For example, if Ron had been the first to fall, should he have been the first to lose, and then if Aurora and the others had voluntarily retreated from the fight and rushed onto the field, did they violate the rules of the competition?

However, none of this was important. What was important was that Ron's powerful Necromancy Magic had impressed everyone, and everyone believed that dorm 302 should be crowned champion.

He was not only defeated in the finals, he could not even kill Ron. Unable to complete the mission given to him by the Holy Church, he looked at Ron with eyes filled with hatred.

He looked at the few people in dorm 787 and left without a word.

"Ron, that's great! We've won!" Aurora ran quickly to Ron, cheering, shouting, jumping, and the joy of victory made Aurora, who had always been careful, look like a crazy girl.

Ron was standing still when his body suddenly softened and he fell into Aurora's arms.

Alarmed, Aurora held him up. "Ron... Ron. What's the matter with you? "

… ….

"After the competition, he was in the office of Dean Platz." "Knock knock knock ~ ~" Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

"Lord Dean!" d'Abbs opened the door and entered.

With his glasses on, Platz was engrossed in reading an ancient book on necromancy. As he was engrossed in it, he saw him enter without looking up and said, "What is it?"

"Yes, I do!"

Pratz reluctantly put down the book in his hand, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. "Speak!"

"There has been some influence over the matter of Merklin in the Ranking Tournament. Let me see if I can..."

"You mean fired?" Platz asked, looking up.

"Yes!"

"Did he offer to drop out? Or is it graduation? " Platz asked.

"No!" "No," said d'Abbs honestly.

According to the rules of Barovacs Academy, only those who have attained the level of a teacher are allowed to graduate. If they only have the strength of a high-ranked warrior, then they can only be considered as having finished their studies, which also means they have finished their studies. If they can't even reach the high-level grades, then there's nothing left.

Baroque Academy's graduation certificate was recognized by the entire continent. Of course, it was only recognition, and one still needed to prove it through one's own strength.

Mo Klin was not strong enough to graduate, so Plaz asked.

After thinking for a moment, Platz shook his head. "That's not appropriate!" He paused for a moment before continuing, "Based on the academy's rules and the laws of the Roland Empire, those who kill each other because of a fight between students are all expelled and transferred to the City Guards to be dealt with, with the exception of those who failed during the ranking tournament …"

Dabbs nodded and smiled. "That's what I thought before this. I was just worried that he'd do something bad for Ron!" Would it be better to remove this trauma... "

"Don't worry, I don't think Merlin has the ability to kill Ron. The battle today is a good illustration of everything …"

Dabbs nodded, "Lord Dean, the Holy Church will not let this go easily. I think they will come up with a new way to deal with Ron! Do we need to make some preparations? "

"It's fine. The Holy Church will not fight with us over a single Ron. Moreover, this is our territory, so they can't do anything, so they can only do something behind his back, such as an assassination. Of course, as long as they don't provoke me, I don't want to bother with them!"

d'Abbs nodded, hesitated, and asked, "Dean Pratz, I've always had a question I don't know if I should ask."

"Go ahead!"

"What is your purpose in protecting Ron and even trying to offend the Holy Church?" asked d'Abbs cautiously.

"Of course!" "My goal is for Ron to teach the Necromancy division and for the Necromancers to become a class. Judging from today's finals, I'm even more determined to see Ron break through to the Undead division level. At that time, he will be our Baroque Baroque Academy's Necromancer division's mentor!"

Dabbs was flabbergasted. "The Courtyard... Principal, is what you said true? "But what good will that do us?"

"There are some things that do not require benefits, such as necromancy!" "I took some time to read some books on necromancy and found out that necromancy not only has a glorious history, but also a brilliant civilization. Their training methods are not something we can understand, but experts of the same level are definitely not weaker than any of the other professions. I think, such a great profession should not be annihilated in history..."

"That seems to be a matter of the ancient continent!"

"That's right!" "The name of that continent is Omorus!"

"However, it's very strange. From the new continent, which is the Noah Continent, history seems to have broken off, and everything related to Necromancers immediately disappears, as if Necromancy never existed. I'm confused by this, and the powerful Undead Empire seems to have disappeared overnight."

He sighed softly.

"That's why I've decided to help Ron revive the Necromancy division, if he has the ability to do so!"

"In that case, I will have a good look at him!"

"That won't be necessary!" "I believe he has the ability to deal with some trouble. If he doesn't have that ability, then it would be a waste of my effort."

"Then that's it!" "Go and see if he's awake. If he's awake, then let him come here. I want to see him …"

"Yes!" "Lord Dean!" d'Abbs bowed and left. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.