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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

n“It’s Francis!”

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n“Great, Francis is here again, so there’s no need to be afraid!”

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n“He’s only second to Joelson. He’ll definitely be able to defeat these arrogant knights.”

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nThe students of the Tulip Academy were excited.

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nThey seemed to only remember now that this magic genius was overshadowed by Joelson.

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n“You are the second genius of this year’s Tulip Academy?!”

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nHawthorne’s eyes revealed a trace of curiosity as he sized up Francis.

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n“What rank are you?”

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nFrancis calmly replied, “A third rank mage.”

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nHe was definitely proud of his achievements. After all, he was only seventeen years old this year.

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nHe was definitely a magic genius.

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nHowever, Hawthorne had a disappointed expression on his face.

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n“No, you’re too weak.”

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n“Too arrogant!”

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n“Bastard! Don’t you know that it’s far more difficult for a mage to advance than a Knight?”

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n“A mage of the same level can easily defeat a knight, alright?!”

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nThe students of the Tulip Academy were furious.

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nThe young knights, however, revealed strange smiles.

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nHawthorne, in particular, had a smile that almost reached his ears.

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n“Please come to the duelling stage.”

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nFrancis said calmly.

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n“There’s no need.”

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nHawthorne slowly raised the longsword in his hand, and a white light shot out from the blade.

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n“There’s no need to go through so much trouble. We can settle it here.”

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nFrancis looked away and quickly took out his staff.

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nHe turned his magic shield to the maximum and quickly cast the wind magic “haste” on himself.

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nThe most important thing in a battle between a mage and a knight was to increase the distance between them so that he had enough time to cast his spell.

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nA thick white light lit up, almost enveloping the entire longsword.

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nHawthorne gave Francis a ferocious smile.

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nThe next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.

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nFrancis was surprised and immediately moved, quickly looking for Hawthorne’s figure while silently chanting a spell to prepare for the next spell.

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n“Be careful!”

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n“Above your head! He’s above your head!”

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nExclamations came from outside the field!

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nFrancis looked up abruptly.

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nHe saw Hawthorne’s back facing the sun, holding a beam of white light that was even more dazzling than the sun, charging straight at him from the sky.

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n“Wind barrier!”

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nFrancis finally threw out this spell that he had been preparing for a long time.

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nA level-3 wind-type defensive spell.

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nThe most powerful defensive spell that Francis could now master.

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nBut…

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nA crisp sound rang out.

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nIt was as if a crystal had shattered.

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nThe light green barrier of wind was easily torn apart like a fragile piece of paper under the white light in Hawthorne’s hand.

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nThe white light fell, and the powerful momentum carried the hurricane.

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nThe magic shield shattered like a bubble.

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nFrancis’s eyes widened, and a white light kept expanding in his pupils.

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nThe light was blinding.

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nDespair, fear.

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nAt this moment, Francis almost thought he was going to die.

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nThe wind blew off the hair that had been cut off in front of Francis’ forehead.

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nThe long sword quietly hovered in front of Francis’ nose, and the sharp aura cut Francis’ cheek in great pain.

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nFrancis’ face was pale, with cold sweat kept coming out, soaking his clothes.

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nHawthorne casually put away his long sword.

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nFrancis seemed to have lost all his strength. He fell to the ground, trembling, and took a deep breath.

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nThe whole arena was silent.

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nEveryone’s mouths were wide open in shock, unable to believe what had happened in front of their eyes.

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nFrancis was defeated in one move?!

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nWas the difference in strength really that big?

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n“Hahaha!”

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nHawthorne let out a burst of arrogant laughter. He pointed his sword at Francis and said to everyone, “If there’s such trash in the exchange match tomorrow, don’t come up and embarrass yourself!”

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nHumiliation, anger, helplessness…

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nAll kinds of emotions surged into their hearts.

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nEveryone clenched their fists tightly.

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nToo arrogant! Too arrogant!

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nBut there was nothing they could do.

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nWhere’s Joelson?!

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nWhere’s Joelson?!

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nIf Joelson was here, he would definitely teach these bastards a new life!

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nIn the space of the Dragon God Ranch.

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nA human-shaped blood cocoon suddenly broke.

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nJoelson crawled out of the cocoon and shook the blood scabs on his body. He felt as if his entire body had undergone a new transformation.

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nSplash!

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nJoelson jumped into the lake and took a good bath.

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nEnny sat by the lake and looked at him angrily, as if saying, “I’m so annoyed, the water is dirty!”

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nShe turned to look at Du Lu, wanting him to talk about Joelson.

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nDu Lu pretended to be stupid and turned his face away, as if saying, “I don’t see anything, I don’t see anything.”

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nThe clear lake water was dyed a light pink.

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nCountless fish gathered around Joelson, greedily nibbling at the blood scabs that remained in the lake.

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nIt seemed that these blood scabs had an infinite attraction to them.

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nJoelson smiled, the fish shoals rubbed against his body and itched him.

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nHe wanted to swim back to the shore, but he exerted a little strength under his feet.

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nSplash!

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nHis whole body shot out like a cannonball and directly jumped onto the shore.

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nJoelson was stunned.

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nHe looked at his hands in disbelief.

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nWhite, slender, and full of streamlined muscles, he clenched his fists slightly and felt a powerful force surging in his body.

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nTier 3!

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nThis force was at least at the level of a tier 3 knight.

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nJoelson was very sure of this.

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nHe tried to swing his fist, jump, and run.

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nJoelson seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, running freely in the pasture.

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nIf magic was to control the power of nature, then the way of a knight was to control their own power.

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nThis feeling was very wonderful.

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nIt was as if there was a power gushing out of nowhere in his body.

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nThat was a combat aura.

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nWith one more step, Joelson would be able to cultivate his own combat aura and become a powerful tier 4 knight.

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nHaving had enough fun, Joelson took out a brand-new mage robe and put it on.

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nSuddenly, his expression froze, and his eyes shot out a look of disbelief.

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nBoom!

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nFlames erupted, almost comparable to the breath of a Du Lu Dragon.

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nTier 5!

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nHe had advanced?!

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nThis was the first time that Joelson had advanced by relying entirely on his own strength.

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nHis spiritual power had increased by a large margin, surpassing the standard of tier 5 by a large margin.

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nHowever, his experience points had not moved.

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nJoelson recalled for a moment and understood.

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nIt was the power of pain.

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nThe process of consuming the dragon blood potion was too painful.

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nIt was as if he had been cut by countless blades.

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nHe could hardly hold on, if not for his strong spiritual power.

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nThe talent of spiritual power also represented a person’s willpower to a certain extent.

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nJoelson’s talent was too strong. He couldn’t even faint from the pain.

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nBut this was fair.

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nAfter enduring great pain, it brought incredible rewards.

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