"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

Duke stepped on the ground and made a dull sound. The three senior students only felt as if they were stepping on their hearts, and an indescribable feeling of chest tightness arose.

The student in the lead rushed forward when he saw Duke rushing forward, and then retreated. At the same time, he quickly chanted spells with his mouth.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

However, he had just taken a few steps back when he heard two loud noises, and then two figures flew in the direction of his retreat at a much faster speed than him.

"this……"

His eyes burst, unable to believe his two companions, so he knocked them away so easily. The chanting spell paused, and he felt a bloody smell coming out of his throat, which was backfired by magic. The spell he had just been preparing to cast was the strongest spell he could master now - Thorn Swamp.

This is a spell improved on the terrifying swamp that can be mastered by intermediate spells. In comparison, before it is cast, it will not show obvious characteristics on the ground, the ground will not soften, and at the beginning, there will be countless purple-black bubbles, nor will it smell pungent. Instead, the above characteristics will be revealed when the spell is formed and cast on the opponent.

These countless changes are loaded on the opponent in an instant, which will definitely cause the opponent to lose his mind for a moment.

Then, countless thorn tentacles will stretch out under the swamp. These thorns covered with barbed will rush towards the other party frantically, entangling the other party, slowly retracting them, barbs will pierce into the flesh, and as the other party struggles, they will thorn deeper and deeper...

In his imagination, as long as he was giving him a little time, this third-level high-level spell would make the freshman wail and beg for mercy.

However, the moment of loss of mind made him pause when chanting the spell and suffer the backlash of spells. If the spell professor had not taught before that, if the spell professor would minimize his own damage before it was about to retaliate, this would be enough to lose half of his combat ability.

He resisted the smell of blood in his mouth, stared at Duke with his slender eyes, and emitted a fierce light of devouring people. After stopping the backlash of magic in time, he continued to chant his magic.

At this moment, he did not start chanting the spell from the beginning, but after clever processing, starting from a certain section in the middle, which will save most of the time of spell casting. Those who know how to deal with it in this way can definitely grasp the initiative. For such skills, only the Good Academy can spread in the entire Galgalon Continent. The talents and efforts required are not something that ordinary mages can do. But the rest of Good Academy lacks, but there is no shortage of geniuses.

After he began to chant the spell, countless crazy, yellow magic gathered in front of him, and a yellow vortex was growing rapidly.

"Hehe!"

"Suffer to die!"

He suddenly pushed forward with his hands, laughing wildly while moving, as if he had foreseeed the other party's wailing wildly under the thorny swamp.

"Well, where are you!?"

When he looked forward, he could no longer see half of the figure. The road was still the same road. If it weren't for the two loud sounds of falling to the ground from behind him, he would have thought that all this was just an illusion.

"Haha, big idiot, I'm behind you." After he asked, Duke answered extremely quickly.

As soon as the sound rang, he was like a cat with his tail trampled on, suddenly jumping up and jumping backwards.

But as soon as he had all his movements, a huge fist quickly magnified in his eyes.

With a bang, the third-grade student in the lead seemed to have a black pie on his left eye.

"Ahhh, it hurts!"

In the air, he let out a cry of pain. His body was like his two companions before, flying backwards, only to see Duke getting farther and farther away from him.

With a bang, he fell heavily to the ground. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw that he was falling, which was exactly where he began to retreat when he was singing a spell.

This time, in addition to the pain of falling to the ground, he also found that the object he had robbed seemed much better than him. He would never believe that the position he had fallen was so coincidental.

Just as the heavens and man were fighting in his heart and were slowly eroded by fear, Duke walked up to him and half-squatted to look at him.

"I'm here to rob me with such a little strength. Where did you come from? Who borrowed it from?"

"Bastard, I won't beat you to death!"

Duke said coldly, slapped the other person's head and slapped him.

"Ah!" "Oh!" "Ah!" "Ahh!"

When he was slapped, he screamed, and even forgot to say harsh words and begging for mercy.

"Does it hurt?"

Duke stopped and asked softly, if it was someone who didn't know the truth, when he saw this scene, he thought Duke and him were such a good friend. Such a concern would definitely only be able to show it between good friends. However, at this moment, the third-grade student was only shaking endlessly. Your aunt, you beat me up like this, and asked me if it hurts? It hurts your aunt.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" Duke suddenly said, then waved his fist again.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"Ah!" "Oh!" "Ah!"

Suddenly, the sound of the fists and the flesh before the sound rang out in this space, and after each sound, another sound would be accompanied by another sound, and a very unbearable cry was heard.

"Does it hurt?" Duke asked again.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

The senior student's mouth can no longer pronounce it correctly. When he speaks, it is like he has a mouth full of things in his mouth, only his tongue is spinning.

"Can you still talk? It doesn't seem to hurt."

Duke muttered in confusion, then waved his fist again.

"Does it hurt?"

Duke asked, rubbing his hands.

“…”

The senior student was still very clear instinctively. After hearing Duke's words, he instinctively wanted to answer, but immediately remembered what happened just now and closed his mouth tightly.

"So stubborn? I like it!" Duke praised, "It doesn't seem to hurt."

"It hurts so much..."

Before Duke could do anything, the senior student could no longer care about anything and kept shouting a word.

"Now I ask you to hand over the gold coins, will you hand over?" Duke interrupted the other party and asked a question.

"Transfer..." Duke's voice had just fallen, and the opposite side immediately replied.

"Look, is it the best thing to do first and then rob?"

Duke stretched out his fist and shook it in front of the other party, looking like he was teaching his younger brother how to rob the truth.

“Yes yes…”

The senior student quickly answered. Now he just wants this fierce god to leave here quickly. God knows if something is wrong later, will he wave his fist to greet him again? It is completely unruly and without any traces. Could it be... this is the real robbery, it seems that the effect is very good, at least he...

Although he was beaten up, he still carefully thought about everything that had just happened from beginning to end. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that every word Duke said was the truth. Look at his way of fighting. After defeating someone, he would not say anything to the other party. He would beat him up again and then say it immediately. This would immediately deter him. After that, he would still do whatever he wanted to deal with him?

"The gold coins... in my arms, there is a small space ring in my hand..."

Before Duke could ask anything, the senior student lying on the ground, whose head was swollen like a pig's head, said it all like a bean.

Not long after, Duke searched all of him carefully and obtained more than 500 gold coins.

"So poor?"

Duke muttered dissatisfiedly and stood up, "That guy Kunte is fatter than you, you are too miserable..."

Duke glanced at the other party with contempt, left without looking back and walked towards Statham Forest.

"Qunte?"

Looking at Duke's figure gradually fading away, the senior student became puzzled and wondered in his mind who Kunte was. "Kunte, the captain of that Golden Squad? With the strength of the Great Swordsman, he entered the class of the enemy-killing list? It seemed that later he got to the sword master and was beaten by a freshman..."

"Who is this guy? He robbed Qunte..., his aunt, how could he meet this guy? This is simply a big shot and a disaster in the academy. He has been practicing outside for ten days without any danger, and has no minor injuries at all. Why did he encounter this evil god as soon as he returns to the academy!"

...

Statham is still so lush. The tall trees cover the sky and the sun completely separate the heat outside. As soon as you enter the inside, a cool feeling comes to you.

Walking out from a repaired path between the trees, Duke felt that there seemed to be something different in the Statham Forest.

A ditch extends from Dexi Lake. After walking around the forest for a long time, he returns to the lake. There is no feeling of moisture inside the forest. More sunlight penetrates the leaves and shines down, forming fine shadows on the ground. There is no complicated branches on the ground. Everything looks neat and organized.

Walking inside, a huge tree house appeared in the past. The one before was completely incomparable to this one. But from the outside, it was already integrated, making people unable to feel that it was added artificially, as if it was originally formed from a tree.

"Bastard, who did it? It made it so messy!"

However, even if it seemed so harmonious and beautiful here, Duke looked around and let out an incomprehensible roar.

"Haha, boss, are you shocked by the beautiful appearance here? Actually, I was the same at the beginning..."

Hearing Duke's roar, Dios ran out of the tree house and said excitedly.

"Beautiful, you big-headed ghost, who did it? It's so awkward and ugly."

Duke still roared. In fact, he didn't think it was so bad, but suddenly changed, making him feel at a loss. When he left here, he looked the same way, but when he came back, he became another way, and he couldn't accept it.

"I did it, how about it?"

Suddenly, a somewhat cold sound came from the sky in the distance, and a black figure instantly fell on the corridor of the tree house.

"Professor Susan…?"
Chapter completed!