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  Tragic Guangzhou, I got lost in its beauty for an entire afternoon, finally back at the hotel...

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  "Du Fan——"

  A loud roar, truly shocking the heavens and earth. The aura on Aldras's body blazed fiercely, with yellow and silver lights intertwined, surging towards the sky and forming a wave of pressure. His originally black hair with white streaks had all turned silver, if not for the few bloodstains on his face, he would have been handsome to the extreme.

  Wave after wave of pressure emanated from Ordas' body, and several students of the Roland Academy felt their bodies go limp under this pressure, as if a flock of sheep on the grasslands had encountered a ferocious lion.

  Ardas's hand waved again, and the blade of the long sword in his hand surged up several feet. The more angry he was in his heart, the calmer his head became. The raging fighting spirit burning within him followed his wave and crashed into that transparent wall.

  "Boom——" A loud noise, Du Fan used a defensive magic "Crystal Wall" made of several magic scrolls, and cracks appeared on its surface. Finally, it lightly shook and disappeared into the air.

  Dufan's figure suddenly stopped in the midst of running through the thicket, his mouth slightly opened and a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

  Du Fan furrowed his brow, took out the last bottle of holy water from the storage ring, and poured it into his mouth without looking. After a while, when the holy water had merged with his body, he let out a faint sigh: "This Oldras, unexpectedly powerful to such an extent, I really underestimated him."

  As he spoke, he thought of himself just now pretending in front of this person, and even Du Fan, who was bold and daring, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

  After waiting for a moment in the woods, a faint and sparse voice came from the depths of the thicket. Finally, Ferre's figure appeared before Dufan's eyes. He saw Dufan's pale face and couldn't help but exclaim: "Lord Dufan, what's...?"

  Du Fan waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, just that the magic array I laid down was destroyed, so my spirit took a bit of a hit. But what about you? Are you prepared for the things I told you to do?"

  Ferry nodded and said, "Everything is ready, but can those things really deal with the people from Roland Academy? Even I could feel it just now, what exactly does that pressure represent?"

  Du Fan smiled lightly and said, "Ferrai, you need to understand one thing. In the face of absolute power, all wisdom and skill, all conspiracy and cunning will appear so pale and powerless. However, when we are not facing absolute power, then wisdom, skill, conspiracy, and cunning often become much more important than power."

  Ferrero nodded thoughtfully, but it was unclear whether he had actually understood or not.

  Du Fan smiled and looked at him, saying: "Fei Lei, your strength is much stronger than mine now. I can do things that you can also do, it's just that you often don't pay attention enough. In the future, if you have the opportunity, take a good look at what I'm saying now, maybe it will be of some help to your future achievements."

  Ferré murmured "uh-huh" and was about to say something when his face suddenly changed color.

  Du Fan's face also turned ugly in an instant, he patted his hand and sighed: "I didn't expect their speed to be so fast, I still underestimated this Oldras. Ferre, you go to the lake now to make the final preparations, as for here, let me handle it."

  Fei Re opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was glared at by Du Fan, and he suddenly didn't dare say anything, and quickly retreated.

  Du Fan looked at his shadow, and let out another sigh. After a moment, he reached into the storage ring and pulled out a crossbow and a small tube of arrows. He hesitated for a moment before pulling out a small bottle of black liquid, carefully opening the lid to release a faint fragrance that wafted out of the bottle.

  But Du Fan knew that this fragrant black stuff was actually the carefully concocted corpse poison of Chen Chen. It was said that if it came into contact with human flesh, the flesh would turn to air in a matter of seconds. Originally, it was somewhat laughable for a holy and noble priest like Du Fan to use such a sinister and venomous thing, but his devotion was truly questionable, so he didn't have any qualms about using this poison.

  This son of a bitch dares to defy the will of the Holy See, what else would he dare not do?

  The bottle was buried in the mud, Du Fan stuffed all the arrows into the mouth of the bottle, looked around a few times, and finally slowly drew out the Phantom Magic Wand.

  The small, exquisite wand danced in the air for a moment before Du Fan's long and awkward magic spell was spoken, after which the poison in the small bottle boiled over and attached itself to the tips of those arrows.

  Du Fan was very satisfied with this result, he stuffed all the arrows into the arrow tube on his side, and then jumped onto a nearby tree to set up his stance, the gloom in his eyes flashed by.

  After a moment, he suddenly smiled lightly, and his smile had an endless sarcastic tone: "At this time... it's about time for it to happen, right?"

  Auerdas's mood was as gloomy as the sky above his head at this moment.

  Although they finally stepped into the valley and walked into this dense forest after breaking through several magic arrays under Du Fanbu, he didn't feel happy at all in his heart.

  Although he knew that as long as he crossed this dense forest and stepped onto the green brick road, he could reach that majestic temple, but he also understood that compared to his first time coming here, this time, the roads that used to take only an instant to pass through had become countless times more difficult.

  What worried him the most was that, despite his best efforts, he couldn't sense the presence of others in this valley. He wasn't afraid of anything else, just the possibility that the people from the Sacred Tribunal had already entered the temple, just as that idiot Dufan had said.

  Although it is said that the Temple of God is not easy to enter, the Holy See has countless people, and Saint Nicholas is mysterious and unpredictable. Who knows what kind of divine skills he possesses? All of this makes things even more confusing, but at this moment, I still have to play a game of cat and mouse with someone in this dense forest?

  At the thought of this, Ordas was even more furious. Just then, a shout came over and he waved his hand to block all the arrows that poured out in a row at the outer edge of the team.

  Glaring in the direction of the arrow rain, Orudas cursed again in his heart. He knew that there would definitely be no one in that place. Along the way, that damned Dufan had already shown him what a real trap was like.

  Turning around to glance at the group of people behind him, Orudas couldn't help but let out a faint sigh. Although these people were all elites among elites, they were still too inexperienced in battle and lacked sufficient experience against enemies. Several had already fallen under Dufan's magical attack earlier, and along this road, several more had accidentally triggered traps.

  Although those low-level traps are not terrible in themselves, as long as they are hit once, the person who is hit will fall to the ground on the spot. With Orudas's eyesight, he can see at a glance that the sinister and vicious part of those mechanisms and traps lies in the fact that most of the mechanisms have been attached with various strange poisons. Even if one has seen people before, they cannot recognize one or two of those poisons, let alone know how to detoxify them.

  Furthermore, in order to rush on the road, this time around, not only did I not bring a divine healer, but I didn't even bring a single magician, because those poisoned people, apart from death, there was no other way out.

  Thinking of this, Ouerdas was even more resentful towards Du Fan. He, who had always been elegant and refined like a fairy, didn't know how many times he had cursed Du Fan in his heart. Unfortunately, Young Master Ouerdas had been strictly educated since childhood, so he really didn't know a few swear words. In the dozens of repetitions of cursing, not only did he fail to scold Du Fan to death, but instead, he got himself dizzy.

  "Senior......" Walking in front of her, Chris frowned and turned back to look at Oldas, not knowing what to say for a while.

  Ardas glanced over and saw that several stones had been placed in the dense forest, their shapes and postures truly vivid. However, when he looked clearly at the place similar to the head, Ardas almost fainted from anger.

  All that was seen were two stone slabs, one with the face of Orudas and the other with the face of Emily. However, their postures were exactly the same as when Emily pushed down Dufan, a classic move that had been circulating in the streets of the Imperial City for so long. Of course, Orudas was somewhat impressed by this posture.

  He only took a glance, and he felt his chest tighten with pain. Years of dignified upbringing were thrown to the back of his mind as Orudas, without regard for anything else, swung his long sword down in a slash, and with a loud crash, the stone was reduced to powder.

  But with Orudas's move, a burst of "crackling" sounds came from the surroundings at the same time, and the faces of Roland Academy changed as they looked over.

  Only this time, from all sides came a flood of wooden frames, on top of which were chaotic blades, completely lawless, making it impossible for people to know how to resist.

  Everyone just took one look and couldn't help but change their expression greatly.