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nJoelson was totally excited.

nThis was an unexpected surprise.

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nIf he consumed a bottle of dragon blood potion, his physique and spiritual power would both improve…

nHis gaze fell on the other bottle of golden-red transparent “enhanced” dragon blood potion in his hand.

nHe experienced the pain again.

nJoelson was a little hesitant, but his gaze quickly became firm.

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nThere was a rare determination hidden in his eyes.

nHe was going all out!

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n“Is Joelson here?”

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nTang Man frowned and asked Elsa beside him.

nElsa shook her head.

n“The library, the Pharmacy Association, and his residence have all been searched, but there’s nothing.”

n“Could he have gone out?”

n“The guards said they didn’t see him pass by.”

n“What about the Dean?”

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n“Sir Harriet said…”

nElsa hesitated for a moment and said, “Let him go.”

nTang Man fell silent.

nThis time, the situation was even worse than in the previous years.

nThis time, the geniuses of Knight Academy were too arrogant and egotistical.

nSince yesterday, more than ten students could not help but challenge them.

nOf course, the outcome was even more miserable than Francis’.

nThe student called Hawthorne in Knight Academy was a little restrained at the beginning. He just defeated his opponent.

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nBut later on, he no longer had any scruples about attacking. Seven students were injured.

nTang Man tried to talk to Engel, but the answer was, even Engel couldn’t restrain Hawthorne.

nIn the academy, he was famous for being crazy. He even challenged his own teacher.

nTang Man couldn’t attack Hawthorne because of his status as a teacher.

nHe was so angry that his ears were about to spit fire.

nThe Knight Academy of the Yheng Empire, the Tulip Academy of the Alcott Empire.

nThe first day of the competition between the two Empires’ strongest academies.

nEach academy would send out three genius students to participate in the competition.

nThe competition would last for a total of three days. The academy that won.

nIn the second year, they would be qualified to visit the academy of the losing side.

nThe Tulip Academy had been the host for three consecutive years.

nIt was a huge humiliation.

nThe students of all grades had gathered in the small square in the center of the academy.

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nThe dueling platform had already been set up. Several tier 8 magicians had worked together to set up a magic barrier that was sufficient to withstand any energy attack below tier 9.

nWhen the group of knights from the Knight Academy appeared, there was a burst of commotion at the scene.

nMany angry and hateful gazes gathered on them.

nHawthorne’s actions had caused all the students of the Tulip Academy to have an extremely bad impression of them.

nMost of the knights were not in a good mood. Being stared at by thousands of people with hatred in their eyes, it was as if their bodies had been pricked by needles.

nHawthorne, on the other hand, looked indifferent. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a faint smile hung on his face as if he was mocking everyone.

nThere were also Don Quixote and the blonde girl, who were very calm and indifferent from the beginning.

nEngel was also a little embarrassed. He had a good personal relationship with Dunman.

nThey had once worked together in the four-nation trial, and Dunman had even saved his life. They could be considered very good friends.

nHowever, because of Hawthorne, Dunman did not speak to him anymore. When they met, he would just coldly snort, let alone drink together.

nHarriet Terrence appeared on the field and announced the official start of the exchange match.

nBefore Engel could say anything, Hawthorne had already flipped over and jumped onto the stage.

nThere was a wave of boos below the stage.

nDunman’s expression was unsightly. Standing beside him was the first participant of the Tulip Academy of Magic.

nRodin.

nHe had challenged the sixth grade’s first student, Joelson.

nAt this moment, Rodin’s face was also filled with solemnity.

nHe had seen Hawthorne make a move.

nHe was too strong.

nHe had no confidence in defeating his opponent.

nHe had endured until now and did not challenge him. It was only because Rodin was afraid.

nIf he did not go on stage, he would lose the right to represent the Tulip Academy.

nRodin cast a levitation spell and slowly landed on the stage.

nWaves of cheers immediately rang out from below the stage.

nA tier 5 mage!

nEveryone looked at the Knight Academy’s side with provocative gazes.

nIt was as if they were saying, “Did you see that? Our Tulip Academy also has a tier 5 mage genius.”

nThe corner of Hawthorne’s mouth rose, and he laughed contemptuously.

nA tier 5 mage?

nWas he very powerful?

nRodin hovered in the air, looking down at Hawthorne from a high vantage point.

nIt seemed that Rodin’s aura was a little stronger.

nBut it wasn’t like that at all.

nHawthorne’s expression was much more relaxed than Rodin’s.

n“Tulip Academy’s sixth-grade student, Rodin Yekis, please advise.”

nRodin gave Hawthorne a standard magician’s etiquette.

nHawthorne smiled indifferently.

n“Are you done? Alright, I’m about to begin.”

nRodin nodded solemnly.

nHawthorne dragged his longsword on the ground and slowly ran towards Rodin. His speed became faster and faster until, in the end, he could only see a blurry black shadow running on the ground.

n“So, what if he runs fast? What’s the use? Senior Rodin is in the sky, how can he fight?!”

n“Hahaha, this guy is going to lose!”

n“Beat him up, senior Rodin!”

n“He can only talk now. Senior Rodin beat him until he can’t speak.”

nThe morale of the Tulip Magic Academy was very high.

nRodin’s mood was slightly relaxed.

nA tier 5 knight could not hover in the air, nor could he let his combat aura leave his body.

nHawthorne should not be able to attack him.

nTherefore, he was naturally in a position where he would not lose.

nWhat he needed to consider now was to beat his opponent until he admitted defeat before he ran out of mana!

nRodin’s eyes were burning with confidence.

nThe wind elements gathered towards him.

nRodin was preparing for the strongest spell he knew at the moment.

nLevel-5 spell, wind blade hurricane.

nHis eyes were fixed on Hawthorne’s figure, trying to lock onto him with his spiritual power.

nCountless tiny wind blades had already formed around him, and the hurricane was about to appear.

nSuddenly, Hawthorne, who was running, stopped abruptly.

nFrom his fastest speed to stopping, if it was not for the effect of the magic barrier, he would have made a big hole in the duel platform.

nBoom!

nHawthorne stomped on the ground and suddenly jumped up.

nLike a wolf, he pounced on Rodin.

nRodin panicked and subconsciously threw out his magic.

nCountless wind blades gathered to form a hurricane that rushed out and pressed straight towards Hawthorne.

nHawthorne did not dodge.

nRodin seemed to see a sly smile on the other party’s face.

nIn the next moment, Hawthorne’s figure suddenly disappeared.

nRodin’s spiritual power instantly lost the opponent’s senses.

nHe looked around blankly and saw the horrified faces below the stage.

nHis gaze was on…

nRodin suddenly turned around.

nHe only saw a sword.

nA knight’s longsword that was flashing with a dazzling white light.

nIt was very close to him and slashed at him fiercely.

nRodin didn’t even have time to cast a level 1 defensive spell.

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