Chapter 900: Great Power

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The morale of the students at Starry Sky Academy is once again at an all-time high.

The male and female students all burst into cheers. Bob's name resounded throughout the Starry Sky Academy. Even some of the younger instructors cheered.

Only some powerful professors, deputy deans, and even deans looked a little worried, with no trace of joy in their eyes. It is certainly a good thing that Bob has the courage to stand up and challenge for the honor of the college.

But no matter how brave you are, you can't resist the crushing force of strength.

Do you think everyone in this world is a son of fire? With half the strength of an S-class, he can finally kill an S-class with great force.

Dean Emmons, in particular, stared at Wang Yan with dark eyes. Son of Flame, you brat, our Starry Sky Academy is already in big enough trouble, but you still want to cause trouble? Don't you think this dean didn't see it? It was you who pushed Bob out and tricked him into challenging him.

He also wanted his granddaughter to stick to Wang Yan's side and never leave. It's embarrassing, it's so embarrassing, I really want to slap that troublesome brat to death. Unfortunately, he didn't dare and didn't have the ability.

Although he thought he was better than Gu Saint, he didn't have the ability to slap Wang Yan to death. What's more, there is a Flame Lord stuck on his head.

Internal and external troubles.

Emmons's heart was filled with deep sorrow, and the future of Starry Sky Academy seemed to be full of thorns and ups and downs.

"Quentin, teach him a lesson and don't show mercy." Babbitt, the dark singer, also looked very embarrassed. He thought that he had slapped Starry Sky Academy hard in the face, but before he even started to feel good, a little fat guy suddenly showed up to stir up trouble. It was really unbearable.

"Don't worry, Dean." Quentin was also very angry with the little fat man, his face was a little twisted, and he said coldly and terrifyingly, "I will break his bones piece by piece and make him regret living in this world. "

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and let's get started." As the referee, Saladin was also very unhappy and didn't have a good look on the little fat man. I just want to end this farce quickly, and then leave more time to attack Lydia.

He always felt an ominous premonition that if he continued to struggle like this, his love with Lydia would drift away.

It would be a pity if his inner monologue was heard by Lydia. Lidya will definitely be confused, when did I fall in love with you?

"Boy, if you have the guts to come up, don't surrender if you have the guts." Quentin held a cold skeleton staff in his hand and smiled sarcastically.

"I should be the one to say this." Little Fatty Bob's blood boiled in his body. He had never felt so good in his life. The energy that has been dormant in the body seems to be awakening in some special way. One stream after another, hot blood circulates endlessly in the body, and the fighting spirit is fierce.

"court death!"

Quentin's brows jumped, full of anger, waving the skull staff, and spit out spells that were difficult to understand. A cold and strange aura of death began to fill the ring.

"What! Undead magic!?"

As soon as that aura appeared, the expressions of the instructors changed drastically. Even among the taboos of black magic, necromancy is the taboo among taboos. That is blasphemy to the dead, that is defilement of the soul, that is flattery to the kingdom of death.

If it weren't for the cover of the Dark Parliament, the black magicians who learned necromancy would have been surrounded and wiped out long ago.

Just when little fat Bob was stung by the breath of death, his whole body went cold. The space on the arena seemed to be torn open, and skeletons emerged from the cracks in the space. Their bodies were as crystal clear as jade, and their eyes were burning with green flames.

Three skeletons.

Each one has strong bones and agile steps. There are also terrifying bone spurs on his body, and he carries a sharp bone knife and shield in his hand, exuding a powerful undead aura.

Obviously, these three C+-level skeleton warriors are Quentin's trump card.

Being able to cultivate and control three skeletons of this level, Quentin can be considered a master of undead magic.

Of course, there is still a big gap between this level of undead magic and the undead wizard Gabriel who Wang Yan once defeated. But for these young magicians, they are already extremely powerful.

In the stands, there was a cry of exclamation from the student seats, undead magic, this is evil undead magic. For the students of Starry Sky Academy, undead magic is a forbidden art. Let alone study it, they are not even allowed to come into contact with it.

But now, a dark magician was performing evil undead magic in front of them. For those students, the psychological impact can be imagined.

Although little fat Bob's blood was boiling, he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble when he saw this. He was slightly afraid and took two steps back, staggering slightly.

"Jie Jie~"

Quentin smiled evilly, pointed the skeleton staff in his hand at Fat Bob, and three powerful skeletons stepped forward and charged towards Bob. Their steps are light and their movements are swift, exuding powerful power in every move.

These skeleton warriors are not the slow skeletons in the game. It is a powerful C+-level skeleton, running as agile and fast as three cheetahs. When fighting at full strength, they can even slaughter a small, fully armed army.

And Bob himself is only a C+ level magician, a magician who has not undergone internship and lacks combat experience. Facing these three skeletons, he seemed to be frightened and froze in place, unable to move.

Three cold bone knives blocked all of Bob's escape routes and chopped at him.

It's over!

The students all turned pale. They didn't expect Bob to not even last the first round. The timid ones closed their eyes.

Just when many people thought that Bob would be chopped into several pieces by the skeleton warriors. His eyes suddenly burst into two blazing red lights, and the surging flame power in his body burst out.

The flame power ignited the air, forming a ring of fire, which rushed in all directions in the form of shock waves.

The palm that Wang Yan slapped on his shoulder before was not a casual slap, but an infusion of pure and incomparable pure Yang fire in the little fat man. The pure Yang fire flowed through his body, stimulating the life potential of the little fat man Bob.

Such exquisite control, even if it was Yan Zun, could not do it. And Wang Yan could do it, also because of his understanding and control of the law of fire, which reached the level of king domination.

Under the interference of his fire law, the pure Yang flame seemed to have life.

Of course, it was also because the little fat man himself was a fire mage who was good at fire, and his body was very compatible with the fire element. In this way, Wang Yan could shoot the pure Yang true fire into his body and temporarily increase the level of the fire element in his body.

This method was completely different from the way he helped on the train. On the train, Wang Yan directly relied on his powerful mental power to fix those gargoyles and made them a living target for the little fat man.

But here, there were two legendary magicians on the scene, who would definitely see through Wang Yan's little tricks.

Giving the little fat man a pure Yang true fire was different. This kind of hidden method could only be seen through by Wang Yan's master Yan Zun. The rest, even if they were half-body strongmen of other systems, would never be able to detect Wang Yan's little movements.

Bob's sudden outburst shocked everyone.

The power of that instantaneous ring of fire almost reached the power exerted by a B-level magician, full of the meaning of "fire field".

"Boom!"

The three skeleton warriors were blown back as if they were hit by a bomb at close range. The crystal-like, iron-hard bones cracked and fragments were scattered all over the ground. Two of the skeleton warriors were directly blown up, and the remaining one was left with only half of its body.

The power of the Ring of Fire almost strangled three C+-level skeletons.

"Puff!"

Quentin spurted out a mouthful of blood and stepped back a few steps. His arrogant eyes were full of horror, "How is it possible!?"

These three C+-level skeletons were all top-grade skeletons that he carefully cultivated. He separated a strand of his soul and merged it into the soul fire of those skeletons.

In the words of Huaxia, these skeleton warriors are all Quentin's natal skeleton warriors. Once they die, the soul fire will be extinguished instantly, which will impact Quentin's soul.

Such a change not only shocked Quentin, but also the two legendary magicians Emmons and Babbitt.

A small C+ grade magician, not only can he instantly cast a ring of flames, but his power can also kill three C+ grade skeleton warriors. Although there is suspicion of sneak attack, skeleton warriors are also notoriously fragile.

But it is a C+ grade skeleton warrior after all?

And the ring of flames seems to have the meaning of the domain level. But the two legendary magicians always feel that the meaning is a bit wrong, as if there is a trace of the power of the law.

Generally speaking, only when you reach the peak of B grade can you advance to the level of half-step A grade by understanding a trace of the power of the law.

But the arrogant little fat man, except for the surging power of the fire element in his body, looks like a C+ grade rookie.

Strange!

Just as the two legendary magicians were puzzled. All the students cheered wildly. Several even violated the rules and used the amplification magic.

Bob! Bob! Bob!

This name resounded throughout the academy like thunder.

The instructors turned a blind eye to such a crazy scene, without the usual strictness. Anyway, they were happy that Bob showed his power and defeated the black magician who came to their door.

No one noticed Wang Yan in the ordinary audience. In their eyes, he was just a small follower of His Highness Saladin and was not worth paying attention to.

Only the beautiful magician Lydia, who was sitting next to Wang Yan, looked at Wang Yan with wide eyes and doubtful, and said softly: "Sir, is it you who did it?"

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