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eadx ();? Come on... "Kill him..."

"Kill this human kid …"

Not only did the human mercenaries not sympathize with Ron, they even added fuel to the oil for the orc Torick. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and filled with madness, as if they could already see the outcome of how Ron was torn apart by Torick.

"Roaaaaaar!"

With a bellow from Torick, he was finally enraged. To be toyed with by a human being was a great humiliation to him.

Due to his rage, Thoriko's strength had suddenly increased. His muscles bulged, and his entire body was filled with a violent energy.

His eyes turned blood-red, and he lunged at Ron like a wild beast. The moment he took a step forward, the ground began to crack, showing just how powerful he was.

"Torick is finally angry!"

"This is the talent of an orc warrior, Berserk Transformation …"

"That human kid is dead for sure..."

Even though Ron had just demonstrated his magic, the onlookers were still not optimistic about Ron's chances. In their eyes, no matter how talented a human was, they could not compare to a high-level Beastman. Defeat would happen sooner or later.

The gap between a high race and a low race was not that easy to cross.

Staveney frowned slightly. "Bro, what do you think Ron is?" "How come I can't tell?"

Ding Wade's eyes were fixated on the battlefield, he wiped away the sweat on his forehead, "Didn't he say that he is a bone slave … No …. A Necromancer? " He felt that he had completely misjudged her.

"How can a bone slave have such a powerful strength? Such agile speed? " Staffany didn't believe it at all. Even if it was her, the first axe of the orc wouldn't be dodged.

Everyone carried a huge question mark in their hearts.

But then the battle between Torick and Ron took everyone by surprise, and no matter how much of Torick's rage was shouted at, Ron was neither slow nor slow, dodging his attacks like a casual stroll, and Torick's long-handled ax seemed like air to him.

He was immersed in his own world, and Torick's attack and his movement technique had proven to each other that he had benefited greatly. Right now, he could already see that this Orc Master named Torick was an beginner level Beastman. If Ron were to be serious, Torick wouldn't even last three rounds.

"Hah —" The axe swept over, and Ron slightly leaned to the side, dodging Torick's attack with a slight swing of his body. The sharp edge of the axe brushed past the tip of his nose, and the tip of his nose felt a chill.

"Boom —"

The giant axe smashed into the ground, sending rubble flying everywhere. Cracks like spiderwebs appeared on the ground, and with a tap of Ron's toes, he escaped into the distance.

"Boom! Boom!"

Over a hundred times, Torick couldn't hit Ron, but the ground was ruined by him, and Ron's nonchalant expression made him even more furious.

The onlookers were dumbfounded. Their jaws almost dropped to the ground. When had they ever seen an Orc in such a sorry state?

The human mercenaries had good eyesight and could tell that the human in front of them was much stronger than the Beastmen.

As she watched Ron display his prowess and tease the orcs, Bagsala's tensed heart relaxed, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face, her eyes shining with excitement.

Ron had already gotten used to the opponent's fighting style, and there was no point in using just a simple attack now. At this moment, he finally stopped his steps and coldly smiled, "Is that enough?"

Torick was already panting from exhaustion, and Ron put more pressure on him than his body did. He was so angry that he shouted, "Damn you, human, do you only know how to dodge? If you have the guts, don't run away … "

"Alright!"

After a short reply, Ron didn't say anything else. He slowly raised his bone spear and aimed it at Torick.

A faintly discernible killing intent locked onto him. Torick's heart trembled; he knew that this human kid who had an unknown origin was not that easy to deal with, and he became even more cautious.

Smiling faintly, Ron's figure flashed as he shot forward like an arrow, his bone spear piercing towards Torick like a poisonous snake. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Torick. Before he could even lift his axe, the sharp bone spear had already pierced into his throat like lightning.

"What?" Staffany, who had been watching, was surprised. Ron was moving far faster than she had expected.

Silence! Silence again!

One strike. With just one strike, Thoriko was defeated.

Cold sweat trickled down Torick's ugly face. He stared at the bone lance in a daze, a trace of the threat of death spreading through his entire body. He didn't even see how the bone lance had pierced him.

Fast! Everything happened too fast.

"Have you admitted defeat?" "You're no match for me!"

"Impossible!"

Torick got angry from embarrassment,

"Roaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" With a roar, Torick went berserk, ignoring the

"Hmm? This guy is crazy! "

Ron frowned slightly as he sidestepped Thoriko's giant axe. His body flashed, and the bone lance was once again locked onto Thoriko's throat.

Another move to defeat the enemy!

"It's impossible for me to lose to a human, it's absolutely impossible …"

Torick acted as if he had lost his mind, and used his weapon to directly pierce Gym's bone lance, pouncing towards him like a wolf and tiger.

One time... Twice... No matter how Torick attacked, Ron's bone lance seemed rooted to his throat, but Torick had gone crazy, and he was certain that his opponent wouldn't dare to kill him.

"I don't want to lose, I definitely won't admit defeat …. He's just a human, how could I lose to him … " Torick's face contorted with anger, and the thought kept coming to him that he could not accept the fact that he had failed.

Faced with such a shameless battle, they had already lost their interest to cheer. Seeing this scene in front of them, they felt even more ashamed in their hearts. They had clearly lost, yet they refused to admit defeat.

Ron, too, was helpless. He had achieved his goal in battle, killing people, but it didn't seem necessary.

Letting out a small sigh, Ron's gaze turned serious as his soul force surged through his body and his eyes turned green.

"Frost Nova!"

At this moment, the surrounding air suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, causing everyone to involuntarily shiver. At the same time, a change occurred under Torick's feet.

The bone-piercing cold air quickly condensed and quickly froze. Starting from his legs, it gradually spread to his entire body. In an instant, Torick's huge body froze into an ice sculpture below his chest.

"I'll say it again. You've already lost. If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for being impolite …"

Looking coldly at Torick, Ron's tone did not contain the slightest emotion. Streams of murderous intent emanated from him as he coldly stared at the trapped orc.

The fear of death assaulted him, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his face. It had not even flowed down, yet it had already frozen into ice. One could imagine how frightening the Frost Nova was.

"I... "I admit defeat..."

Torick's fighting spirit finally crumbled as he helplessly accepted the fact that he had failed. At this moment, he also understood that he was still far from being able to compare with the other party.

Slowly nodding his head, Ron also smiled, not saying a word. Since the other party had already admitted defeat, he didn't want to be too desperate.

Everyone was dumbstruck as they swept a glance over the human crowd. Ding Wedi and the others lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Mr. Ron!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ron!"

Ron's heart skipped a beat as the scent of a fresh girl wafted into his nostrils. This kiss could be avoided with Ron's reaction, but he could not bring himself to face the fiery, passionate, beautiful girl in front of him.

Beauties loved heroes. Seeing a young man around her age actually defeat a noble Beastman, how could Batha Sarah not be excited?

He looked around warily, then whispered, "We can't stay here any longer. Let's go!"

"En!" Batha nodded obediently and followed him.

He had only taken a few steps when he heard an angry roar behind him, and saw Torick, with bloodshot eyes and the giant hatchet in his hands, pouncing on him viciously. At some point, he had broken free of the ice that Ron had used to trap him.

As if he had planned this beforehand, Thoriko's speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived behind Ron, and the giant axe chopped down with a loud noise.

Ron had barely turned to look when the ax struck him, and Batha was pale with fright.

"You are courting death!"

Ron's gaze turned icy. He tilted his body slightly, easily dodging the giant ax, and at the same time, he raised his left hand slightly, detonating the frost energy hidden within Torick's body.

"Boom —"

The power of the Frost Nova finally exploded. A large cloud of smoke rose from the ground, and in the explosion, Torick's body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, falling heavily onto the ground.

As the dust settled, the people were shocked to discover that only half of Torick's body remained. His two legs had disappeared into the explosion of the Frost Nova. He was lying on the ground, breathing out of his body.

"What terrifying strength!" The onlookers were greatly shocked, and their faces were filled with fear as they looked at Ron.

Ron resented the fact that he had conceded and launched a sneak attack from behind, so it was only natural that he had used a bit more force, causing both of his legs to explode as a form of teaching him a lesson.

Though Torick appeared to be in a serious condition, with the help of a priest, his broken legs could regrow.

"Are you okay?"

said Ron with concern as he helped Bagsala, who had fallen to the ground in fright.

At this moment, his gaze stopped. The fact that Batha was wearing a dance costume was already enough to expose her. The shockwave caused by the explosion caused her clothes to drop down by half, revealing half of her snow-white breasts.

"I'm fine!" Batha blushed, pulled her dress up, and stood up awkwardly.

"Oh... Oh... "It's good that you're fine. Let's go …" Ron, too, was embarrassed, and took a moment to recover.

Glancing coldly at Torick, Ron turned and walked away without another word.

At this time, a weak voice came from the ground.

"You … Who exactly are you? "

Ron stopped walking, turned his head slightly, and said in a cold voice, "My name is Ron, Necromancer — Ron …"

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