Divine Flame Crystal

The journey back this time was unusually quiet, as if the two previous assassinations had never happened. This road was supposed to be this quiet.

Seeing this floating academy again, Xingluo finally let go of his anxious heart.

There has never been any assassin who dared to come and assassinate here. Stepping into the gate of the academy and looking at everything familiar, Xingluo knew that he had returned safely, so some people would be in trouble.

Today is the first day of school. Xingluo did not go anywhere but came directly to the ring and publicly announced that he would challenge Turner. This is the rule in the academy. Since you cannot kill people in the academy, then just beat him until he cannot take care of himself.

This news swept the entire college like a hurricane. Normally, everyone was very bored in class, but they didn't expect to encounter such explosive news just after returning. You know, this is a challenge from a freshman to a senior.

This alone was enough to attract a full house of students to watch the game, so some students who were unwilling to be lonely organized a private bet, and Xingluo's odds were as high as 7 times. Xingluo also decided to launch the challenge because of this.

After these attacks, Xingluo prepared to buy himself some life-saving equipment, otherwise he might die at any time and no amount of money would be of any use.

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind to let Mo put his three high-level magic cores on the line. If they won, they would make a lot of money.

Mo's eyes at that time were as if he was looking at an idiot with a high fever. He confirmed with Xingluo three times before he gave up.

Mo thought for a moment and said, "Young people should be frivolous, so what's wrong with going crazy with him for once!"

He also silently took out all his magic cores and bet on Xingluo's victory.

Before Turner even entered the dormitory, he heard about this matter. His face, as pale as paper, instantly turned into the color of liver, and he almost died of anger.

The last time, the assassination attempt on Xingluo failed inexplicably, and not even one person escaped, which made his father furious. He put him in solitary confinement for the entire holiday, and naturally hated Xingluo even more.

"I haven't looked for him yet when I came to the academy this time, but he dared to challenge me. He's just a freshman, but he dared to challenge me. Is he crazy?"

As for the death of his men, he would never think that it was Xingluo who did it. Even if he was told that his men were suddenly hit by a carriage, he would not think that Xingluo killed them all. If someone told him so, he would definitely slap him, which was simply an insult to his intelligence as a nobleman.

Thinking of this, his nose felt a burning pain, as if the wound caused by the magic missile had not healed yet.

Turner, who was furious, rushed straight to the ring with a group of younger brothers. This was a matter of the nobles' reputation. If he was a little slower, others might think that he was afraid of him.

Xingluo moved a chair and sat leisurely on the stage, crossing his legs, drinking a magic cold drink and humming a song. However, the sound was like the wailing of a devil crawling out of hell, which would give people nightmares for days after listening to it.

The surface of the arena is made of magic alloy, and there is a magic shield around it to protect the audience. It is unknown how much the annual maintenance cost is.

Fortunately, every ring fight has an entrance fee, which can offset the maintenance fee. If there are more spectators, like this time, the academy will make a lot of money.

Xingluo's challenge attracted countless spectators. Even the dean, who was usually nowhere to be seen, turned his attention here.

Xingluo saw that the dean was wearing a tall pointed hat, dark blue, engraved with many magical patterns, which looked extremely gorgeous. He was wearing a pair of half-moon glasses, behind which were a pair of sharp blue eyes, and his long beard was comparable to that of the old village chief, with silver-white hair casually scattered around.

While Xingluo was looking at the dean, the dean was also looking at him. When their eyes met, Xingluo had a feeling of being seen through. Xingluo did not dare to delay and quickly stood up from his chair. He looked a little at a loss with his hands, and finally he actually performed a knight's salute to the dean.

Everyone around burst into laughter as they saw Xingluo wearing magician's equipment but performing a knight's salute. Mo covered his forehead with his hands, looking disgusted and unwilling to look at him. Pandora even rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away.

At this moment, there was a commotion among the crowd in the distance. It turned out that Turner was walking over with a group of younger brothers, full of momentum. Turner glanced at Xingluo with a look of contempt, and then hurriedly performed a standard knight's salute to the dean, his movements impeccable.

Xingluo glanced at Turner, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Turner, today only one of us can walk down this ring upright."

Xing Luo's voice was not loud, but it really made the audience's jaw drop.

"Is this something a freshman would say?"

"Is there something wrong?"

When Turner heard Xingluo's words, veins on his forehead throbbed wildly. He looked at Xingluo with a sinister gaze for the first time and said, "You chose to go to hell instead of heaven. Die!!!"

As soon as the referee said start, Turner rushed forward impatiently.

When Xingluo saw the double sword storm on the opposite side, his eyes gradually became sharper. He mobilized the surrounding magic elements, and 50 magic missiles were formed in an instant and flew towards Turner.

This time Turner was prepared. The sword blade storm was spinning, and the missile was destroyed into pieces by the metal storm before it got close.

Seeing his missile being destroyed so easily, Xingluo showed "horror" on his face and shouted "Wait a minute." The audience below shook their heads and booed deafeningly.

Turner really stopped and said, "Trash, waste, what qualifications do you have to challenge me? Just relying on this mere magic missile? It's so funny." Looking at the audience's eyes and cheers, Turner enjoyed the feeling of being sure of victory.

No wonder he was so slow. How could he be serious about a rookie who only knew how to use magic missiles? He also didn't want to knock him off the stage so early. He wanted to ravage him slowly and insult him verbally and physically.

Turner wanted to vent his anger, make him regret, make him suffer, make him despair, and then kneel in front of him and beg for forgiveness.

So he stopped attacking, holding the sword in one hand, walked up to Xingluo and said, "Kneel before me, young master, and lick my boots clean inch by inch, and I will let you suffer less."

As Turner spoke, his eyes gleamed with cruel excitement. He really enjoyed this feeling of being in a superior position. He seemed to see himself handsomely retracting his sword amid the cheers of the girls. He also seemed to see Xingluo kneeling in front of him, begging for his forgiveness.

Xingluo had never thought that this narcissistic guy would dare to get so close to him. Are these noble young masters full of shit in their heads? Xingluo curled his lips and slapped him.