Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 149: The final blow, Death Coil!

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Under the stands, Aurora's face was full of brilliance, and Ron's strength made her extremely proud.

Unconsciously, Char’s face showed a knowing smile, "Ron, we are determined to win!"

Katina smiled and teased, "Sister Xia, you seem to be very happy..."

Char's face blushed, "Where is it?"

Katina giggled, and lowered her voice, "I haven't said yet, it's all red like an apple."

Xia Ya stroked her hot cheeks, and groaned, "Didn't the people in the 302 dormitory invite us to dinner that day? Let's forget my friends. It's normal to cheer for him..."

Katina and Xia murmured in low voices, and from time to time they gave out a sweet smile. Ifat wanted to hear what they were talking about, but didn't dare to get closer, he could only stare at the side with a smile on his face. .

He couldn't help sighing that with Cardina, it is not easy to get close to Char.

In the duel field, the battle between Hayfels and Ron has become fierce. The entire duel field is full of smoke and dust, and there is a slight vibration on the ground, and the battle is extremely fierce.

In the stands, the people in the 678 dormitory were extremely nervous. They knew that their captain Hayfels and Ron were still at a disadvantage in the one-on-one duel.

"Oh my God, this guy's undead magic is too powerful! It's not easy to mess with..." Fresino swallowed hard, seeing Ron's current terrifying strength, he asked Luo for the previous The troublesome behavior regretted the intestines.

If Hefels also loses in his hands, there will be no one in the entire academy who can protect him, and if Ron decides to liquidate, he will not be able to stay in the academy.

"Has Heifers won the old game?" Fresino asked, his voice a little hoarse. He asked about Mizoia, Heifers' wife next to him.

Misoia’s face is always Furui Bubo's look. She gently pulled out the wind-blown hair and smiled faintly, "Is it still useful to say it now?"

Fresino was silent. He also knew it was useless, but there was nothing to do. He was undoubtedly the one who didn't want Hayfels to fail.

The battle in the field continued. Suddenly, Ron's eyes widened suddenly because he saw a figure suddenly appeared in the billowing smoke.

The speed of this figure is extremely fast. In an instant, he reached Ron, and a black figure rushed towards him.

The person here was Hefels, and he was completely wounded at this time, as if he had been burned by flames, emitting a scorching smell.

Hyfels finally rushed out of the attack range of the Skeleton Mage. He was frightened and angry. He raised the mace in his hand and slammed it at Ron with a strong fire-type grudge.

At this time, Hayfels had already come to Ron, he had to manipulate the Skeleton Mage to stop the attack, otherwise the round of magic would go down and he himself would be injured.

"Bone Shield!"

This smashed over, Ron must be injured if he is not dead, he did not dare to neglect, a black condensed in the palm of his hand, turned into a mass of dry bones, the dry bones continued to expand, turning into a shield.

"Boom——"

The mace with a strong flame of grudge smashed on the "bone shield", and the flames blazed all around for a while, and the blazing energy continued to spread around, and a ring of fire swept the entire dueling field.

Hyfels sighed, determined to give Ron a heavy blow.

A powerful force pressed like a mountain, making Ron feel suffocated. The flames around him scorched his body, making his clothes hot. Ron's legs had sunk deeply into the ground at this time.

"Crack--", the "Bone Shield" split into countless pieces, Ron "por-" spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his thin body flew out like a broken kite. Far...

"Ron!" Aurora exclaimed, her heart squeezed, almost rushing into the duel.

Everyone stared blankly at the figures in the field. At this time, the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the burly figure of Heifers.

The armor on Hayfels had been shattered, revealing his pure upper body, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth.

At this time, his whole body was wounded, blue and purple, cyan was traces of frost, purple was burned by flames, and his appearance was very miserable.

His long-tusked tiger has disappeared, and it seems that he has automatically returned to the summoning space because of excessive injuries.

"Ga...ga...ga..."

Hyfels was panting for a round of battle, and his consumption of vindictiveness had almost reached the limit, coupled with his serious injury, he felt even more physically and mentally exhausted.

"What?" Hefels' heart trembled slightly, "This...this guy's power... hasn't dropped at all?"

"Um!"

Ron got up with difficulty, and the soul ring in his hand was constantly replenishing the soul power he had lost. This gave Hayfels an illusion that his power did not decrease.

When he moved his hand, Ron felt a sharp pain in his right hand, causing him to sweat. The skeleton of his right hand was completely broken, and every movement came with painful pain.

"Ron..." Aurora exclaimed. She covered her mouth abruptly, shaking her body.

Mannie hugged her and comforted her softly, "It's okay, Ron's okay..." Then she turned her gaze to Ransim.

Langsim knows, but he still shook his head resolutely, "I can't save him. Ron will lose if I intervene..."

In a one-on-one decisive battle, other people cannot intervene. If they violate the rules of the game, they will be punished. This is the same for Hayfels. Hefels' body is very scarred, but so is the priest in his dormitory. He was not treated.

However, Ron is different from Hefels. Hefels is a warrior. His physical fitness can support heavier damage, but Ron can’t do as a necromancer. He can lose with just one blow. Combat ability.

"It's over!" Xia's heart tightened sharply and sighed, "He is going to lose. With his strength, he is not yet Hayfels' opponent..."

Katina nodded too, her eyes full of regret.

On the high stand, His Majesty Nicholas's hand lightly hit the chair, "It's a pity, it's a pity, I almost won..."

Platz also nodded, "Both of them are very powerful, and their strengths are similar. Then it will be up to them who can survive..."

In the duel, Hayfels’ face was full of coldness, "Ron, you have no chance, give up as soon as possible..."

"Don't think about it!" Ron got up with difficulty, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, staring at the opponent coldly, "Hifels, I haven't lost yet..."

"Then you have to die... Ron, this is what you asked for..." Hayfels' gaze became sharp, and his body moved, urging his anger to the limit.

I saw a large amount of flames pouring frantically from his body, and the entire duel field was filled with powerful flames. With his body as the center of the circle, it continued to spread around.

Fresino stood on the sidelines, his magic robe had already been blown up by the wind, and he exclaimed, "Boss...Boss...He's going to use all his strength..."

"Hifels, I won't give up easily..." Ron was the closest to Hifels, with crazy flames and burning pain on his face. At this time, his mind was clear. Even the broken arm didn't feel the pain anymore.

He slowly raised the only remaining arm, his five fingers stretched into his claws, a trace of soul power passed through the gaps between the fingers, and was constantly entangled in his palm. In the trace of soul power, it appeared vaguely One after another hideous and terrifying faces.

This is the soul power, the soul power only possessed by the necromancer.

Ron continued to compress these soul power... and then compressed, and saw a black ball in his hand, slowly floating on the palm of his hand, gently squirming.

"Death Entanglement", this is the "Death Entanglement", the undead magic with both physical and mental attacks. Ron only uses the remaining hand to condense a flower of death.

Ron's soul power is almost infinite, but his physical strength is not infinite, he will feel pain, feel tired, and his badly injured body can only support the blow.

That is the final blow!

At this moment, Hayfels had already gathered his momentum, and he smiled coldly, his whole body bounced like a cannonball, flying towards him with crazy killing intent and fiery flames.

When no one arrived, Ron only felt a heat wave on his face, and felt suffocated for a while.

"Go to hell! A fatal blow..." Hayfels shouted.

The critical strike is an advanced combat skill of the knight profession. Different attributes have different effects, but they are a little bit the same. The critical strike can deal double damage. It is the most powerful battle of the knight profession. Technique.

Fight!

Faced with the crazy Hefels, Ron gritted his teeth and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. His only left hand slammed, and the black ball in his hand met Hefels.

"Death Coil..."

"Boom..."

Critical Strike vs. Death Coil.

The two powerful forces collided. In an instant, the bodies of the two of them slammed down. Then, a light of fire burst into the sky. As soon as the two forces touched, there was a sound of explosion, flames. All around, accompanied by a trace of black mist.

The power of the soul was scattered, and a stern voice resounded across the sky, like a wailing from hell, and a huge, hideous skull rose up in the entire duel field.

On the floor of the duel arena, one after another, bricks and stones rose up one after another, breaking into bits of powder, gently, like ripples, and the ripples continued to expand, reaching the outside of the field.

"This... how is this possible?"

The duel of the two highest strength shocked everyone, and the strength of this force moved everyone.

A puff of smoke rose high, covering the entire duel arena, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

Not long after, the smoke dissipated, revealing two proudly standing figures inside.

Ron covered his injured arm with one hand, panting like a cow, but his thin figure still stood stubbornly.

On the other side, the mace in Hayfels' hand hangs softly, with a wry smile on his face.

"Ron, you won!"

After Hayfels finished speaking, he fell to the sky, and as the figure of Kuiwu weighing more than two hundred jin fell, it directly declared the end of the game.